Page 47 of Secrets We Keep
This place of Reid’s is great. I could get used to weekends spent here. Where we can all forget about our normal daily lives and hang out by the sea air, with sand under our feet, and watch Jenna comfortably walk around half-naked without a care in the world. Nothing else matters when we have each other.
An excellent view.
Good wine and killer company. What more could a guy ask for?
26
REID
Second time’s the charm, right? Dom and I are standing by the bar, and I’m just as nervous as I was the last time. Maybe even more so, I shouldn’t be. Jenna wants to be here. It’s all she talked about all weekend since we left abruptly the other night. I nearly fucked that up, and I have a feeling I’m close to fucking everything up again.
“What’s had you distracted all day?” Dom asks, taking a sip of his drink.
“Nothing really, just waiting to hear back on a job offer.”
“Oh, great.”
It’s not because I know the studio is not going to be happy about this setup we’ve got going here. “Yeah.” I give Dom my fake photoshoot smile. I can’t get my manager’s words out of my head.
My attention gets pulled to the other side of the room, and I know why most of the guys, and some of the women, can’t take their eyes off our girl. “I gave her more clothes than that.”
“Wow!” is all Dominic says.
Jenna walks down the steps in her barely there leather tutu skirt and matching barely there bra. It’s basically just covering her nipples and nothing else. She has the audacity to smirk at me as she walks across the room and approaches us.
“Don’t be too hard on her.”
“She knows the rules, and the club is the only place I expect her to submit to me.”
“I think she’s doing it on purpose,” Dom says, so matter of fact, I can’t disagree with him.
Jenna stops in front of us. I’m about to give her an earful when she surprises us both, kneeling between us. Her knees are apart so that I can see her bare pussy. A pussy a couple of hours ago; I was eating and enjoying it like it was my last fucking meal. She lowers her head, her chin touching her chest, and her hands on her knees. I look at Dom, hoping he has more words than I have. But he looks as dumbstruck as I do.
“Good sub,” I say, my voice catching a little. I’ve gotten so used to calling her by her other pet name that calling her sub seems impersonal.
“I want to please you, Sir.”
“You do please me, sub, but dressing in the outfit I gave you would have pleased me more.”
“Yes, Sir. There was a slight problem with the outfit.”
I’m confused; all the sizes were correct. I double-checked before we left.
“One of the girls cut the corset with a knife, telling me I need to stay away from you. Kate is dealing with it, but I wanted to tell you myself.”
“Who was it, sub?” I want to break protocol, but I'm taking my cues from Jenna, and she’s still in the role. I want to storm into that changing room right now. But that will undermine anything Kate is trying to do.
“The blonde from the other night, the one…” I don’t need her to finish that sentence.
“Thank you, sub. Good girl for telling me the truth, even though you probably wanted to scratch her eyes out.”
“Kate may have let me get a slap in before she stepped in to deal with things.”
Kate already had my respect long before she opened this place with Mike, but now I know she has my girl's back. Words can’t describe how good that makes me feel.
“Sir, I don’t want any more drama tonight. I just want you and Dom to do wicked, naughty things to me and with me.”
“Absolutely, sub.” I put two fingers under her chin and move her face to look up at me. “Do you still have the plug I put in your ass before we left my house?” I hold out my hands to her, and she pulls herself, keeping her eyes low and on the floor. She listens well. Another thing for me to thank Kate for.
