Page 3 of Twisted Devotion
Fuck!
I didn’t need access to their full names.
I know Audrey and Boden Taylor better than I know most people. My brain is short-circuiting. This can not be happening.
Why are these two in my room?
These are my high school best friends fucking mom and dad.
I can’t have anyone from back home knowing I work here, and I’ve never been more thankful I decided to wear my balaclava. Is it hot as shit and uncomfortable on the best days?
Yes.
But nothing would be as bad as these two walking into my Dominatrix room here at Sin’s with nothing to shield me.
Never did I imagine I would be seeing my best friend’s parents in the goddamn sex club I work at. I never question why married couples come here, but the first question that comes to mind: “Why are they here?”
They can’t be having marriage issues; there’s no way. They’ve always been the happiest married couple I’ve ever been around. My mind plays scenario after scenario, while we all just stand here, looking at one another.
Boden breaks the silence first. “Are you our Dominatrix for the night?” A shiver racks my body. I’ve never heard this man sound so submissive in all my years of being around him.
“I am. And I will be referred to as Miss throughout our session.” The line rolls off my tongue thanks to the years of practice. I see a small head tilt from Audrey, but she doesn’t say anything. I find myself wondering if she knew what she was in for tonight, or how in the hell they ended up here. Or maybe she recognizes my voice.
I really hope it’s not that last option.
“Yes, Miss,” Boden agrees, and I just about lose every wit I have about me, but I manage to hold it together.
Boden Taylor is a mechanic—actually, the owner of The Greasy Rhino—the local car shop back in Manitou Springs. He’s the epitome of a blue-collar man, but hearing this submissive side of him is doing something for me.
Fuck, these are still one of my longest friends’ parents.
It surprises me that they still don’t recognize my voice… And since they haven’t said anything, I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “What are we here for tonight?”
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CHAPTER
THREE
AUDREY
My heels clack down the concrete hallway as we head towards room thirteen, where our supposed Dominatrix is. “Bo, I can’t believe we’re doing this right now.” I may be nervous, but I’m equally as excited.
Boden chuckles. “I can’t either, but we are.”
As we come face to face with door thirteen at the end of the hallway, my anxiety-ridden mind keeps drifting off to how this could change our lives forever. Twenty years into marriage and we’ve wanted to explore for at least half of that, but we never have.
Boden and I were married right out of high school. And when we had Daniella not long after, all our energy was focused on raising her. So for most of my life, I didn’t know I was bisexual.
?*Do I love the man with every fiber that makes me, me?
Fuck yes.
Do I sometimes wonder if, left to fate, I would have been with a woman instead?
Also fuck yeah.
