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Scott barked a laugh, and she thought she heard Henry chuckle.
Jackson explained, “A switch is sometimes dominant and sometimes submissive and what you call ‘normal,’ we call ‘vanilla.’”
“Okay. Sorry, Sir.” A squeeze on her leg told her he wasn’t upset with her. “Am I allowed to ask Scott questions?”
“Yes, you are.” He turned to Scott. “Are you wearing your Top-hat tonight?”
“Sometimes it changes during the evening, but right now I think it’s a night to submit,” Scott answered. “Kate might do a scene with me later.”
“How does that work?” Paula couldn’t wrap her head around it.
“It’s hard to explain. I think it depends on my mood, but it also depends on my play partner. I’m always dominant with other men, but I like to submit to some women.”
“So you’re bisexual?”
“Not really. I’m what we in the lifestyle call heteroflexible. A person who is mainly straight but finds the same gender appealing sometimes. I stick to women for about eighty or ninety percent of my activity, but top men on occasion.”
Henry added, “It’s great when Lincoln has earned a special reward, and he gets a cock at both ends.” He pulled Lincoln’s head back by his hair and placed a possessive kiss on his mouth. Paula watched with rapt attention at the display of dominance. It was surprisingly hot.
“Do you have more questions?” Scott asked.
“No—no, thank you, Scott.” She was embarrassed she had been staring at the lawyer couple again. The evening was young and already confusing, and she hadn’t seen any BDSM play. What would happen when they pulled out the whips and chains?
Scott lifted his hand to greet someone behind her, and she turned to see James, Laura, Julie, and another man enter the main room. The quartet approached them, and after some sort of signal from Jackson, James gave her a peck on her cheek and introduced her to Mitch, the man Julie had been talking about earlier. Laura looked up and smiled at her but remained silent.
“I would love to stay and get to know you, Paula, but I need to go and take over from Kate. The Mistress doesn’t take kindly to delay, and I prefer my balls the way they are.” Mitch grinned and headed to the entrance.
James kissed his wife’s hand and pulled her against him. “You’ve been tense ever since Josh’s confession. I’m going to remedy that tonight.” James nodded to Jackson, and he and Laura went to the other side of the room.
“Good,” Jackson remarked. “Let’s get a drink from Scott and then move closer to the scene. What do you want to drink?”
“Coke Zero, if they have it, please.” Paula turned slightly and felt her eyes widen. Laura was naked and sitting on the groundwith her knees spread wide apart and her hands resting on her legs with her palms up. The feminist part of Paula insisted it was demeaning and vulgar, but another part of her—probably her lower half—thought her beautiful and confident. James was cleaning a wooden x-frame on the wall.
Jackson helped her off the barstool and handed her a glass. He picked up a bottle of water from the countertop and placed a hand at the small of her back to guide her toward a couch close to the open area that looked somewhat like a dance floor.
“James needs some time to prepare. In the meantime, tell me a bit about your reaction to Henry and Lincoln,” Jackson said quietly.
Paula closed her eyes as she thought about his request. “I was surprised at first. I didn’t know they were an item, and I never would have guessed they were into BDSM.” She paused. Would he be satisfied with her answer? She guessed not. “At first, I was uncomfortable seeing Lincoln on his knees, but as I studied him I realized how relaxed he was. I never noticed how tense he is in normal life.”
Jackson nodded, and it was easier to continue.
“I saw how Henry kept contact with him, stroking his head and neck, while the two of you were talking. I— I also noticed how your hand was on my leg, and you were watching me in the mirror behind the bar.”
“You have good observational skills.” Jackson smiled at her. “For many submissives it’s like it is with Lincoln. They have demanding, maybe even dangerous jobs. When they are in the care of their Dominant, they can let go and just be and feel.”
“What about Dominants who have high-powered jobs? Don’t they get tired of being in control all the time?”
“I never really thought of it that way. It’s so rewarding for me to have a submissive in my care that I’ve never considered it from that point of view.” Jackson rubbed his jaw, the raspingof his stubble sexy. “When I’m in control of a submissive, I can concentrate entirely on her, and I know her focus is on me. I don’t have to watch my back. Her responses will be one hundred percent genuine and honest. I find it both relaxing and energizing to be with my sub. Some people play in clubs or the bedroom, and some people have a more intense power exchange. Every couple has to figure out what level of kink fits in their lives. Time to watch.”
Paula returned her focus to the scene in front of them. “Oh, my—” James had Laura strapped to the frame. Her friend was wearing wide black leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and it looked very… appealing. James had removed his shirt and was holding a— “What’s that in his hand, and what’s that frame thing she’s on?”
Jackson had been stroking along the elastic of her top, but now he snaked his hand under the top to pinch her nipple. Ouch, that wasn’t a playful pinch. She batted at his hand, but he easily caught her arm with his other hand and pulled it away. “How do you address me?”
“S—Sir,” she gritted out through clenched teeth and breathed in relief when he let up the pressure.
“It’s called a flogger, and she’s on a St. Andrew’s cross. You can look it up when we get home. Neither James nor Laura are into pain, so this flogger is made of heavy strands and soft material like suede or deerskin.” He had let go of her nipple and was back to stroking her again, but he hadn’t removed his hand from under her top.
“Watch and stop thinking so hard,” Jackson whispered. He ran his tongue over the rim of her ear, and she shuddered. Since when was that an erogenous zone?
