Page 48 of Secrets We Keep
“Of course, Sir. You said only one of you guys was allowed to touch it.”
“Correct, sub,” Dom says as his hand runs down her spine. She must be turned on by this as she closes her eyes and her breathing changes, and she bites her top lip. I know the instant Dominic’s hand reaches her ass as a low moan escapes from Jenna’s lips.
“You like me twisting this plug in your ass, sub?”
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock hardens behind my jeans, and I’ve never wanted to claim a person more than I do right now, but Jenna deserves better than some Neanderthal right now.
“Good little sub. As this is your first time here, properly, I’ll let you choose.”
“Sir, I can look around this place anytime I want. Kate has even offered to show me around sometime. Right now, I want both of my Sirs to claim me as theirs–together. So take me to the private room I know you have booked and fuck me into next week.”
“Sub,” I warn. But we both know this is an empty threat. I love her attitude. “You’re on dangerously thin ice right now.”
“Sorry, Sir, I sometimes forget about my smart mouth.”
“I’m sure we can come up with some way to entertain your mouth if it needs something to do,” Dom says, his hand moving under her skirt.
“Yes, Sirs.”
“Lead the way,” I say to Dom.
We have a room set up and ready to introduce our girl to this world Dominic and I love, but I don’t want that. I want the three of us to get lost in each other’s touch.
“Sir?” she questions. Her tone concerned.
“I’m good, sub,” I need to stop being distracted. A distracted Dom is a Dom I don’t want anywhere near the person I care for the most.
She smiles back at me before lowering her eyes once more. Dominic opens the door to the private room we have booked for the night. Usually, these things get booked for an hour or a couple, never the whole night. But neither Dominic nor I wanted to feel rushed, not tonight. The light comes on as the door opens, and we pass over the threshold, and I can feel the excitement coming off Jenna in waves. The spanking bench we had requested is pride of place in the middle of the room.
“Wow!” Jenna whispers, her eyes scanning the room like she’s taking her time. I want this to be an amazing experience for our girl. I truly believe this is what she’s been missing and what she needs in her life. “This place is amazing.” She strokes her hand over the wood of the bench and the brass rings used for tying up good little subs. I can’t wait to make her skin redden from the bite of the rope.
She slowly stalks around the room, her fingers running along all the different pieces of equipment, the metal and the leather. I want to see her in all of these ways. I want her to beg us to bring her to the brink of what she’s comfortable with. I want her to trust us so much that she can let go and experience every one of the fantasies she has bottled up inside that pretty head of hers. She looks from Dom to me, then back again, before dropping to her knees as she did at the bar. Submitting to us both.
27
JENNA
I FEEL LIKE I’M DROWNING: 2 FEET
I’m really freaking doing this! Like, for real. I thought tonight would be as much of a disaster as our first night here, and I was prepared to upset the guys and never want to come here again. I’m not the type of girl who would let other people see me cry. I cry in private and rage on the outside. But when that woman started smirking at me with my corset from Reid, I saw red and slapped her. Seeing my guys, though, calmed me instantly, and I think Dominic and Reid might be onto something here. This, submitting to these guys, has calmed me down way quicker than it would usually do.
“You look amazing tonight,” Dom says, his feet the only thing I can see of him at the moment. It shouldn’t feel this good to be in a position of powerlessness. Every feminist bone in my body should be fighting this, but it isn’t. If anything, it’s thriving right now.
“Our sub does.” Oh my god, that man, when he talks in his Dom’s voice, is something else. Not once since we’ve been here had he called me by his term of endearment for me. He’s making sure I understand the two guys he needs me to see him as. Here he’s my Dom. Everywhere else, he’s Reid. It’s turning me on that I get to experience these two sides of him. Something’s been on his mind all day, though, but here he seems more… I don’t know what. “Strip for us, sub.”
More arousal pools at my core. It’s every single time he calls me sub. Every damn time! “Yes, Sir.”
“What was that sub?”
It takes me a moment to think about the words I said. “Sorry, Sirs!” I correct myself. I keep my eyes lowered. Neither of the guys has said I can look at them directly. I stand, pulling the ties on the barely there top. I’d have rather died than wear something this skimpy before, but something about this place makes me feel like I can be whoever I want to be here. It’s the most welcoming and inviting place I’ve ever been to. No wonder people talk about Mike and Kate like they're the hottest shit in town. I pull the skirt down so all I’m wearing is the jeweled G-string Reid picked out. I slip my fingers under the string, ready to pull it down.
“Keep that on,” Dominic says. He’s barely said a word while we’ve been here.
I pull my fingers away, my hands falling to the side.
“Eyes on me, Jenna.” I look up, and hungry eyes are looking back at me. “I want you to be looking at me when Reid starts doing his thing. Then, when it’s my turn to play, I want your eyes on Reid. Do you understand me?”
