Day 2: Clubs And Cousins

How would you feel, when a person from a similar background like you, is allowed to do things that are prohibited for you? Getting special treatment? Is free from all the responsibilities that are somehow loaded on your shoulders? 

Jealousy. The only feeling that could be running through your consciousness. 

Gracie's mind was experiencing the same. She knew that her cousin Ellen who was at the same age as her, was allowed to do more fun things than she could have ever done but this was too much. Having a sex coach?

Yes! The incident that occured this morning was all about Ellen revealing how she felt curious about what she actually enjoys being in the bed. After all these casual hook ups she had figured out one thing, that she didn't really know what her type was. Bondage? Domination? Submission? 

Until she found this website, where she could find coaches of her desired age, who could help her find her kink. And that's how she met Jason. Even, became friends since they attended the same school. 

Ellen had recognized him at first glance, since he is popular as the "Hot nerd" among girls in their school, about which only Gracie was unaware of! Partially, because she always focused on her academics and a small circle of friends she had. And also because she barely attended the late night parties of her schoolmates. 

"And why are you a sex coach? Also at this age?" Was the only question Gracie had asked him, knowing this shouldn't be her business to mind and yet asking out of curiosity. 

"Just for fun! I just don't believe in relationships. Break-ups sound worse." He had answered. 

Gracie ran her fingers through her curly hair, frustrated with all negative thoughts running through her mind. She leaned her back towards the bar, her elbow holding her torso's weight, waiting for Jason to return from the corner of the club. He had received a call as soon as they entered the club and he excused himself as it seemed important, asking the girl to wait for him at the bar. 

The two dropped Joe, the two year old cousin of Jason, back in his Mom's arms after she returned from her shopping spree. Hopefully, there was not much drama caused after Jason canceled his plans with Ellen and gave some not-truly-a-lie to her to feed on, about his relation with Gracie. 

Ellen could get Gracie in trouble, a huge one. But it goes vice-versa too. Only if Gracie was that devious, which she wasn't. 

She looked around the place, her eyes carelessly landing on random people, mostly young adults who might be in their 20s. The red and velvet light themes were the ongoing theme in the club. Neon signs with a bunch of words and a loud upbeat music reaching her brain. It wasn't like the usual classy clubs that she used to go with Sira,  because she would never want to get her Gracie in trouble. Trouble, a synonym to her parents' tactics to keep her grounded. 

"Hey! Sorry, it took me a while. It was my Mom's." Jason said, patting Gracie's back from the side, keeping his gadget in his back pocket. 

"Oh, I-its alright." She said, smiling cheekily at him. Jason could have sworn in that moment that he has never seen such sparkly brown eyes ever before, as if a drop of honey shining in her irises. The eye contact wasn't meant to be that intense but who can stop the flow, right? The Apple of her cheeks finally turned red, knowing how intimidatingly his dark eyes were locked with her lighter ones. 

Gracie turned her head sideways as soon as she realized the heat rushing through her cheeks. Before Jason could have said something, her eyes landed towards an upstairs area, it appeared like a different section of the club. Her brows frowned at the sight she witnessed, a guy aggressively groping a girl. The transparent railing gives her a clearer view as to what's happening. Although she couldn't hear anything due to the loud music or maybe because the act was done inside a glass booth. 

The female cries for forgiveness whereas the man forcibly grabs her and places her on his lap before lifting her short skirt and slapping her ass.

"Jason! Look, I think she needs our help!" Gracie cried, her eyes wide at the sight as she pulled him by his sleeves closer to her. 

Jason noticed her frown and instantly followed her gaze. Her terrified voice made him chuckle. "Baby, calm down. They are role playing. He's asserting his dominance over her and she is just acting along." 

Gracie got angry at this. "How do you know? What if she really needs help and this doesn't seem like a role playing shit to me, he's basically harass-"

Jason turned her towards him by shoulders and explained calmly, "We have a safe word in the club, if you hear that word that means you do not give consent to whatever is going to happen."

Gracie frown grew deeper and she argued, "Why would someone be asking to get harassed in the first place? What if-" 

Jason ran his thumb through the middle of her brows, straightening her frown lines. He didn't like that expression on her face, her brows frowned reflected a saddened emotion which he couldn't afford to see on her. 

Meanwhile, the girl was caught off guard by the sudden contact. "Listen, you heard when Ellen was telling you how she wanted to figure out what her kink is?" He asked, trying his best to keep the words safely in front of her, like a parent would in front of a toddler. She nodded. 

"Kinks aren't always about who's dominant or submissive. It is a spectrum of behaviors a person likes while being indulged in a sexual contact. It can include bondage, role playing, submission and often altogether. It's called the BDSM world, darling." He explained. 

"It might look like she's been hurt, but it is just the kind of behavior she wants to be treated with while being in an intercourse. It's her kink. Besides, the guy that you are seeing right now is my friend, Harold. He's one of the youngest rugby players and the captain at the state level of our Sacramento. It is just a role play that they are acting in. Outside the bedroom he's very knowledgeable and kind. Don't you wanna meet him?" He continued explaining until Gracie was convinced. 

Well, that's what he thought because as soon as he finished his lecture, she cried, "No thanks! I wanna help that girl." With that she sprinted her way upstairs. 

As soon as she reached the booth she realized her massive mistake. The intimacy between the male and female had her gulping. Harold was clearly enjoying whatever stimulation he was giving to the girl, besides the girl carried on asking for forgiveness with a mixture of hot sounds. 

"Gra- '' Jason quickly followed her but was a minute late, "Shit! Sorry, Harry. Gracie! that's very rude." He said grabbing her upper arm and making her face him. The swiftness of the action skipped a beat from Gracie's heart as her body slammed against his. She looked up and gulped instantly at the sight of angry Jason. He looked hot somehow but scary too. 

"Let's go-" 

"Okay! That just ruined my mood." To Gracie's utmost surprise the girl lifted herself up from Harold's lap and sat at the nearby couch. As if not even seconds ago she was crying for help. 

"Wait! Jason. Who's she?" Harold calls out. His eyes traveled to Gracie's as the two made eye contact for a millisecond, and he asked, "Your new girl?" 

"I thought she needed help so.. " She timidly responded which unlike Jason, Harold replied with a soft chuckle. Fixing his T-shirt, he eyed the girl next to him, "We'll continue next time, kitten." He ensures with a wink as the girl smiles and leaves the booth. 

"See? I told you she wasn't in need of help." Jason states the obvious as Gracie felt like digging a hole out of embarrassment. 

"Oh my god, Jason! That's new. Didn't she do your homework before coming here?" Harold said, laughing the situation off as if she didn't just clockblock him a moment ago. "By the way, I'm Harold. Harry, for you." He said softly, extending a friendly hand to her. He looked so different from the moment where he was harassing the girl's ass. Is he bipolar Or what? Gracie thought.

"I'm really sorry. I'm Gracie." She accepts his hands. 

"Don't worry, girl! That happens." He spoke and turned to Jason, "Where's Ellen? Did you two break off?" 

"What? Were you and Ellen together?" Gracie burst. She didn't know if the dim light of the booth was masking her sudden anger or not. 

"No! I'm her Dom. And we are never in a relationship. In the BDSM world, she just wanted a Dom and I needed a sub. That's simple." He said as if it wasn't just some gibberish to Gracie's ear. 

"I think you both have a lot to catch up on. Let me take my leave then. Say hi to Ellen for me and bye Gracie. It was nice meeting you." With that being said, Harold left the two alone in the small booth. 

"So you two really, aren't in a relationship, like really, right?" Gracie asked, trying to confirm. 

Jason clearly looked displeased at the question. As she blinked twice not knowing what to do. She felt herself too troublesome for people around and for herself. First, she didn't listen to Sira for not taking such careless steps and now Jason, before ruining Harold's night. 

Jason stepped forward dangerously as she gulped and instinctively moved backwards. It's not that she was scared of him, but a sudden adrenaline rush composed her body. Although she didn't like this place, being alone with Jason had sent chills down her spine. 

A weird part of her visualized what it would feel like to be in the same position as that girl and Harold being replaced with Jason. 

"I'm sorry-" She said as soon as her back hit the closed door of the booth. Classic, right? 

Jason's glare did not leave her innocent puppy eyes as he closed the gap between the two, putting his palm against the door. His lips came close to hers, at the point where they were sharing each other's oxygen. "I told you, didn't I? Why didn't you listen to what I had to say? Hmm?" 

His words couldn't just be heard but felt on her own lips, his voice coming out with a lower octave that could cause anyone to fall on their knees. She gulped, not brave enough to break eye contact. 

"I told you I was going to teach you a lot of things, didn't I?" He asked again, tracing his fingers down her bare arms. She shivered at the contact. Though his hands were warm, his fingers still managed to freeze her heart to not pump further. 

"You know, I hated the entire day today." He spoke, as his fingers reached her shoulders and pulled her curly locks away from her neck to expose the bare skin of hers that shone under the pink light. 

"Nothing was in my control. First, you came out with barely anything on and then I couldn't even do anything to you." 

His other hand reached her waist and clutched on it as he pulled her closer, as he spoke right above her ear lobe. "Then all you cared about was Joe, the entire day." 

"And now, when I'm trying to introduce you to new things, you didn't listen to me and disrespect me and Harold like this." He listed, brushing his nose through her cheekbones and locking her eyes with his again. 

Gracie was unaware of the scene happening in front of her, practically with her. Clueless of what she has to do. Besides, this new aura of Jason was dangerously new to her as if a ghost had possessed him and turned him into a completely different person. 

The entire day today, with Joe and him, she only witnessed a sweet Jason who feared to hurt the two year old baby. But now, under the velvet light his eyes we're igniting an unknown fire. 

"I am so-" Her voice barely made out from her throat but instantly interrupted. 

"I suggest you do not speak to me like this, princess." His voice, raspier than before. 

Holy Mother of God, not only this side of him was setting fire on her entire being but she also felt dizzier in lust as her rational self completely dissipated in thin air. His hold on her waist tightened, as she stumbled closer towards him, her hands that were a mere barrier between their torsos now reached his nape. 

She felt the heat of his body through her silk dress. His cold breath hit her face as she stopped restraining his movements, submitting herself to him completely. Her eyes fluttered as both his hands reached her hips and swiftly picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

His lips abruptly found her neck, as she felt vibrations when he groaned at the touch. He walked backwards and easily turned, throwing her on the couch. Taking no time, hovering above her.

She felt out of breath, as soon as he placed his lips next to her ear and said, "How about I do what I intended to do in the morning today, hmm?" 

Looking directly towards her brown orbs, his cold hand immediately found her thigh. Gracie whelped at the sudden touch as she felt it reaching towards the North. His face nuzzled back to her neck, before groaning satisfyingly, "Mmhh~ So soft." As he squeezed her flesh with his fingers. 

She couldn't help but involuntarily moan. She placed her hand on her mouth as soon as realization hit her. Jason stopped his ministrations as he separated his lips from her skin. 

She saw a sudden smirk painted on his face. 

"Seems like I found your kink." He said, smiling cheerfully, wiggling his brows. Gracie blinked twice before snapping back to the real world. 

"Huh?" Her brows lifted upwards, like an emoticon with the expression of "Woah" 

"You're a sub." 

"Huh?" The girl was still in her world, huh? 

As if her confused face was the funniest thing to him, he started laughing. His hand was still on her inner thigh and here this man was laughing as she just cracked a joke at a family dinner. 

He sat up and helped her fix her dress. "Stop laughing." She said pouting. 

"I wanted to bring you here so you can find something you might be into." He explained. 

"I know it can be overwhelming but as I promised, I'm not doing it so you just lose your virginity after two weeks and call it a day. You should find yourself first and your interest before experiencing anything. You said you didn't have liberty, so I just wanted to introduce you to this world and also other things that you might be missing." He said, leaning back on the couch. 

"Other things?" 

"Eager are we?" He asked, teasingly and continued. "Well, everything liberal isn't just sexual things you know. You may think you have experienced everything but only sexually deprived but there's a lot more to this life than you might have imagined. I want to show you and experience those things too." 

Gracie was still puzzled and was about to ask something again when he said, "Don't ask me what the things are, let the time unfold okay?" 

She stared at him with a newfound softness for him. Her heart rushed faster at the thought of the guy helping her break free from all the restrictions. 

How could she have never noticed this amazing guy, who sits three desks away from her at school? She thought, smiling unknowingly. 

"Thank you." She spoke genuinely. 

"Don't be that sappy. Also, forgot to say, I knew you and Sira were close but this close? Sira literally gave me a full blown lecture over how I should watch out around you or else she will slaughter me to death." He shrugged at the memory, unpleasantly. 

Gracie's laughter began to ring in his ear. "I can't believe Sira!" She exclaimed giggling as Jason eyed her softly. 

She was unaware, but all Jason wanted at that moment was for her to never stop laughing. The club was playing its own music, but Jason had just found his own. 

Jason felt wonderstruck. Crazy how a simple thing can become the most wonderful in your life! At this moment he knew what her favourite sound was.