Page 5 of Twisted Devotion
It takes us a second to process her shift before we strip out of our clothes. Boden pulls his shirt over his head, folds it, and places it on the stool. And I’m stuck watching him in amazement. This still doesn’t feel real. My husband and I are about to be naked in front of a Dominatrix in a goddamn sex club.
Well, not completely bare… yet.
“Audrey?” she questions, and I swear I hear a hint of worry in her voice.
“Sorry, I was just ogling my husband.”
“Sit!” She states it as we both freeze before her eyes find Boden.
He’s quick to question, “S-sit down… w-where? H-h-here? Okay.” I’ve never seen his ass find a seat so fast. And the stuttering and slight shake in his voice has my cunt practically pulsing for him already.
I was about to push him out of the way to get in that seat because I thought she was telling me to sit.
Why is it so much easier to submit to a woman? The thought keeps popping up in my head, but I ignore it for now. I can psychoanalyze myself after all of this is over.
* What I Want - Kehlani
CHAPTER
FOUR
STEVIE
Looking at Audrey, I nod my head to the blindfold I spotted hanging out of Boden’s pocket when they entered, from what I’m assuming was used to surprise Audrey when they came here. He’s sitting in the wooden chair that’s tucked off in the corner, usually used for cucking scenes. But sadly, we won’t be cucking him tonight. I never want to scare the newbies away, and cuckolding is something that sends even the most experienced running for the hills.
I can usually sense the underlying jealousy that can emerge from either party before the scene even starts. It’s one thing I don’t usually attempt with new couples because of the fighting it can cause, and I don’t like to throw the vibes off in my room.
?*Like the good girl I knew she was, Audrey goes to Boden and pulls the black silk blindfold partially hanging from his pocket.
“My own blindfold on me? Very traitorous…”
Dear lord, this man’s truly a yapper when he’s nervous.
I move to stand in front of him where Audrey waits with the blindfold.
“Are you sure you know what—” I slap his thigh for even questioning what Audrey or I are doing.
The gasp that leaves his lips is music to my ears, and he’s quick to add, “Okay, okay, you clearly know what you’re doing.”
“You’re not to question me. Besides yellow and red, I won’t acknowledge questions.”
Another slap lands on the same spot when he says nothing.
“Yes, Miss, no more questioning you… Got it. I wouldn’t imagine doing so. I was asking Audrey. She gets rather flustered in new situations—and this is anewsituation.”
I ask in a sugary sweet tone, “Audrey, Baby, are you okay?”
She looks up at me and nods her head with the biggest smile I’ve seen on her face since they got here. “I think your wife is right where she wants to be.”
“He rambles when he’s stressed.” I raise my brows at Audrey, because it’s clear as day that’s what he’s been doing.
His eyebrows slam down. “ I don’t ramble when I’m stressed.”
Ignoring Boden, I instruct her to blindfold him.
Audrey gets the silk tied around his head.
“One of my greatest pleasures is watching her fall apart for me,” Boden mumbles as he loses access to his sight sense.
