Had Kaye ever even watched porn before? Here she had a live show playing out for her pleasure. It was a hot scene, too, between the bound young woman and her master. But my attention was mostly on Kaye.
When they were done, another couple took over, but I had had enough. Looking over at Brent, I saw he was in the same place. It was fun to watch, but I’d always been much more interested in the doing rather than the watching.
“Kaye,” I murmured quietly in her ear, so as to not interrupt the couple on stage. “I want to take you to a private room. Will you come with me?”
It was a risk, and she might say no, but given her heaving breasts and shimmering eyes, I at least had a shot.
Chapter 13
Kaye
Never in my life had I seen anything like what had played out before me. Never had I thought I’d want to. Until David, I’d barely been interested in sex at all. If anyone had told me I would be watching a girl getting spanked until her ass was red and then being taken right up in front of a group of people, I would have called them insane without hesitation.
However, there I sat between two strong, handsome men, watching as two strangers played with each other in ways I’d never dreamed of. I was soon squirming just a little, trying to relieve some of the pressure building between my legs.
When David murmured to me, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go anywhere—not in the shape I was in. I was far too suggestible when I was aroused, and David brought me to that state far too easily.
“Will he come?” I murmured back, my voice too quiet to be heard by anyone but David. I indicated Brent with a subtle flick of my eyes. I needed to know what to expect before I agreed to anything.
“I would like it if he did,” David admitted, and I frowned. I didn’t have anything at all against Brent, but this was new territory for me. It was a little bit freaky to get into this with someone I barely knew.
For a moment I examined my distaste for the idea, and then I realized what my issue was. I took a deep breath and then figured the only way to get past it was to ask the question.
“If we go with him,” I kept my voice down. “Is he going to be allowed to have me? To …fuck me?” I wasn’t used to saying curse words out loud and I blushed a little bit as I did, much to my annoyance.
I needed to say it, though. I would never, not ever, be okay with another man having me. No way was it going to happen. That was off the table for me. If either David or Brent thought it could ever happen, I would never go into a private room with both of them and let them both fuck me.
David was the man for me, and I was a one-man kind of woman. I never wanted to have anyone else deep up inside of me. It was too intimate, and I could never share myself like that with another man.
“No,” David started, then shook his head. “Brent, excuse us for a second, please.” Brent nodded with an easygoing smile, and David pulled me to my feet. He put his arm around me and together we went back out into the hallway so we could talk without interrupting anyone. “No, Kaye,” David repeated. “No man will ever have you. Not Brent, Not anyone. You belong to me and only me. I’d kill any man who tried.”
His very fierceness actually soothed me a little. I nodded, relieved, looking at my husband. The very air in this place felt warm and sexually charged, and I didn’t even know what to do with all of the erotic energy I had.
“Okay, good,” I murmured, my eyes caught by my husband’s handsome face, his strong jaw, and high cheekbones. In this place, somehow, he looked even more gorgeous than normal, which was definitely saying something.
“The thing is, Brent is a lot more experienced at this sort of thing than I am,” David admitted. He had this way of showing just the tiniest bit of vulnerability, and as always, it touched my heart. I knew he didn’t show it to just anyone. “He’s a very experienced Dom, and I want him to teach me how to give you the most pleasure through pain. Just like that girl we were just watching.”
Oh.
Well.
If he put it that way, it suddenly sounded a lot more appealing.
The fact was, I had never considered whether I would want to be spanked or not. I had never given it any thought at all, either positive or negative. Having seen what had happened to the girl, though, I was suddenly much more interested. What would it be like to have it done to me?
“Then let’s go,” I whispered, and it was strange to think about it. It had only been a very short time since I’d truly been an innocent, but bit by bit it was being stripped from me.
And the worst part was, I wasn’t even sure I minded.
A tall, muscular man with salt and pepper hair and dark blue eyes came up behind David. “Mr. B., it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you here.”
David turned around and smiled, then shook the man’s hand. “Mr. J., how’s it going?”
Mr. J., as my husband had called him, looked me up and down. “It’s been going well. Are those wedding rings I see you guys sporting?” He winked at me, then extended his hand. “Grant Jamison, Mrs. Black?”
“I am Mrs. Black. Kaye Black to be exact. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jamison.” He let my hand go, and I found David taking it in a possessive hold.
“You gave her your real name,” David said with a quizzical expression.
“She seems like the kind of woman a man can trust,” Grant said as he looked me over. “I can read people rather well.”
“I consider myself trustworthy.” I was impressed with the man. He had an air about him that was dominating, but in the best possible way. “Are you married?”
He shook his head. “Not me. Not in my future. You’re new here, and I want to be sure you know all the rules. Has your husband told you about them?” Grant looked me square in the eyes. He seemed like he was genuinely concerned about me.
“I have not. But my buddy, who’s much more practiced than I am, is about to join us in a private room and he’ll tell her all the rules.” David ran his arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head. “I would never harm a hair on this woman’s head. I only want to please her and show her new and exciting things. And we’ll be under guidance from a man I trust implicitly.”
“Good to know,” Grant said as he looked at me once again. “You see, I’m one of the founding fathers of this club. I make it my personal mission to see that everyone here knows they’re safe. There are cameras all over the place and our staff monitors everyone. If you call out the safe word and your partner doesn’t take heed, we will come in and end things. All you have to do is call that out and anything that’s happening will stop. Do you understand that?”
I nodded my answer, then gave the man a smile. “I do. Thank you so much. You’ve actually made me feel much better about things. I want to be able to see to my husband’s every want, need, and desire. Of course, I want to feel safe while doing that, though.”
Grant nodded, then left us, as he had spotted another seemingly innocent couple coming into the hallway. David took my hand and led me away.
I was about to see what all the fuss about this BDSM scene was all about.
Was I really ready for this?
Before I knew it, I was in a private room—one much more intimidating than the one I’d started in. There were all sorts of pieces of furniture around, most of which I hadn’t the slightest clue about, and it tended to make my imagination run a little bit wild.
“You’re only here as long as you wish to be here,” David murmured to me as I looked around the room in somewhat of a panic. “The moment you want this to stop, it will.”
It was the exact right thing to say and I relaxed quite a bit. I even let David put the leather collar around my neck and stood still as he handed the leash over to Brent.
“Now it’s time for us to play.” Brent grinned at me, comforting me further. Whatever happened here, I was safe. “If you want me to stop whatever I’m doing, say red. If you just need a break, say yellow.”
I nodded my understanding, an
d Brent led me over to a set of chains that dangled from the wall with thick, silvery links attached to shackles on the end. In seconds, I was firmly chained to the wall and I moaned softly and closed my eyes.
It was almost embarrassing how aroused I was by this. I tugged lightly on the cuffs, not trying to get away but simply testing them, and found them firm. I really was bound, hopelessly stuck right where I was, and part of me loved it.
Closing my eyes, I let myself revel in my helplessness. So often, I had to be the strong one. At work, I had to be the one in control, for the health of my patients.
It was somehow highly intriguing to give the control over to someone else.
Even without my eyes closed, I couldn’t have seen what was happening. I was facing the wall, so my vulnerable ass was displayed to the two men. I heard movements behind me, and I waited in something approaching agony to see what would happen next.
The first touch was light. It felt smooth and slightly cool, and I recognized it as leather. One of those floggers, I realized, as the tails dragged softly over my skin. I shivered, and slowly, slowly, Brent started to up the intensity.
It never hurt. It never did much more than sting, but it was a fascinating sensation. I was being hit. Not hard—and not against my will—but I was bound and somewhat helpless as a big, strong man struck me with the flogger.
My panties were soaking wet. My juices had gone right through them and dripped down my legs, drenching them. Something about the whole situation got to me, making me moan and writhe. Soon enough I was pressing back toward the lashes of the flogger.
“She’s ready,” I heard Brent murmur. I did hear the words, but they didn’t seem particularly important to me. In my state of arousal, I was in a sort of daze, and I just moaned as I was unchained from the wall and moved.
A soft, cloth blindfold was tied over my eyes and I whimpered. If it had happened any sooner—before I’d gotten so worked up—it probably would have scared me. As it was, it just excited me more and made me feel more helpless for them.
“Bend over, Kaye,” David told me, and it was pretty much sheer instinct that had me obeying him. I bent over and recognized my husband’s scent, even if I couldn’t see him, as he eased me into place.
Something padded pressed against my neck, and then my wrists were raised too. I was in a sort of stockade, I realized, as the other part of the wooden structure closed on top of me, trapping my head and my hands with no hope of escape.
Bent over, utterly vulnerable, and unable to even see anything, I waited. It felt like an eternity to my overstimulated body, but it was probably only a second or two until one of them spanked me for the first time.
I could sense them, somehow, even if I couldn’t feel them. One of them stood on my left, the other one on my right, and they took turns spanking my tender ass. Soon it was actually stinging, and for some reason, I only got wetter and more desperate.
Being spanked and being used by these two men was turning me on. I’d never suspected myself of being very kinky, but I was being proven wrong in a rather spectacular way as I was held captive for these two strong, handsome men.
Even so, I somehow knew something important. I wouldn’t enjoy this at all if I didn’t know David was right there. It was definitely hot, but without him, it would be terrifying—not something I would want at all.
How long it lasted, I couldn’t have said. They spanked me until I lost myself completely in the rhythm, in the hints of pain, and in the overwhelming pleasure their hands brought me.
Then it all changed. I felt and heard movements behind me, and before I could make heads or tails of what was going on, one of them rubbed his very hard, slick cock over my reddened ass and then pushed inside of me all at once.
I cried out in protest and came very close to using the safe word. My lips parted because there was a man inside of me and I didn’t know which man it was. My husband? Or Brent?
The panic only lasted for a second. I closed my mouth again and relaxed into it. I knew who it was. I knew the feeling of my husband inside of me—of how perfectly he filled me up. I knew the feel of him and any other man would just feel utterly wrong to me.
“David,” I moaned, and I felt his hands on my waist. He’d pulled my thong aside to take me, but the corset, the heels, and the collar remained on me. It felt filthy, in the best way possible.
“Kaye, pretty girl. My pretty girl,” David moaned, and his voice was hoarse. Yes, he was definitely the one inside me. I had no idea where Brent was, but I didn’t care. It was just me and David, and it was every bit as intimate as I could have imagined.
Maybe even more so, because of the blindfold. I literally couldn’t do anything but relax into the pleasure and let it happen. The orgasm that ripped through me was more intense, too, because of all of the teasing and because my vision had been robbed from me.
Once I started to come, it was like I couldn’t stop. I cried out, my body arching over and over again while my husband spilled inside of me.
I could get very used to this.
Chapter 14
David
“When is this going to happen?” Brent asked, looking at me with impatience clear in his green eyes. “I thought I’d get to screw her already. This is taking forever. Is this thing even happening?”
I glared at him over the piles of papers that he’d brought over from the office. We were working on them, but I turned away for a second so I could look at him instead.
“It’s only been a few weeks,” I commented, trying to keep my voice much milder than it wanted to come out. “Are you falling for her or something? Just chill out. Everything is on track.” When Brent didn’t look convinced, I kept talking, maybe trying to convince myself as much as I was him. “Look, you don’t know Kaye. I do. She’s not going to just fall into bed with you. It’s going to take time.”
The original timeframe was within the year. I still thought we could make it, but only if Brent didn’t push it too far, too fast.
Brent sighed softly, but he nodded his agreement. “It’s taking too long,” he complained. As if we had summoned her with our talk, Kaye walked in, carrying a tray of food and greeting us with a wide, genuine smile.
“What’s taking too long?” she asked, and I looked at Brent, then sighed. The truth was, I was being a little bit selfish. I was letting myself enjoy all of the incredible things about being married to her and the plan …it had fallen by the wayside a little bit.
Brent was right. It was time to get going on this.
“None of your business,” I snapped, and it was the first time I had ever said anything so rude to my wife. I saw her recoil with surprise. Seeing the look on her face made me feel a like I had been punched in the stomach. And I knew from the look on her face that she was feeling much the same way. Only probably worse.
Probably much worse.
“We’re trying to work here,” I continued, making my voice cold and annoyed—channeling the very real emotions I was having to make myself sound more like an asshole than I normally ever did. Self-loathing, for instance, was one of those emotions. “Just get out of here.”
Many women would have snarled back, or maybe with the way I was acting would have even dumped the tray of food right onto me. Kaye didn’t do either of those things. She put the tray on the desk, even carefully shifting the piles of paper out of the way so nothing got squished by it, and then with nothing more than a scowl, she left the room.
It was like kicking a puppy and guilt gnawed at my insides in a way that was far from comfortable. My skin crawled with the disgust I felt for myself and I watched as she closed the door behind her firmly.
She didn’t slam it, though. I had given her all sorts of reasons to do it, but she didn’t.
It was just how Kaye was—far more patient than I deserved—and I was going to punish her for it. I was pretty much the Antichrist at this point and I knew it. But I wasn’t sure there was a way for me to even start to dig myself out of this pit.
“Wow,” Brent commented, sounding highly admiring. “That was cold, man. You just shut her down.”
I really, really didn’t want to be admired for being the dick I was being. I turned to my best friend and the look on his face made me a bit sick to my stomach. He really didn’t see a problem with how I had just treated my wife. If anything, it pleased him.
What did I expect, though? Brent had always been very good at getting women into bed, but he’d never been what I would call respectful of them. I’d met men, many of them, who were much more obnoxious about it, but Brent wasn’t exactly Prince Charming.
Of course, neither was I. Who was I to judge?
I forced myself not to glare at him and instead gave him a nod. This wasn’t moving fast enough for him? Well, it was time to step it up a notch or two and get this show on the road.
I was starting to feel like the sooner it was over, the better for me. And not just because of the money. I had thought it would be no big deal to be this deliberately cruel to another human being, but it was harder than I’d thought.
“What are you waiting for? Go. Comfort her,” I urged, and he grinned at me and nodded, rising to his feet.
“It’s in the bag,” he told me, and then he, too, left the room.
I tried to tell myself there was no point in following. Kaye might see me, and Brent needed his space to work his magic without me around. My presence could derail things before they even really got started.
No, it made much more sense for me to hold back and wait for a report later. So I picked up one of the papers, resolutely settled back to read it, and then promptly put it down and walked out of the room.
Good advice, I had found, was very easy to give myself. It was much harder to follow it.
I very quietly stood in the hallway outside of the room I’d taken as my office and listened. I knew the house well—it was an old one where sound echoed around pretty freely.
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