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She watched, enthralled, as James worked Laura over with first one flogger and then another until his back glistened withsweat and hers was covered in pink stripes. James reached around Laura to her pussy, and she moaned out an orgasm.
“Stay here, while I give him a hand,” Jackson ordered, and he stood up to help James unbuckle Laura and throw a blanket around her shoulders. James and Jackson exchanged a few words she couldn’t hear, and after giving Jackson a pat on the shoulder, James hoisted Laura into his arms and carried her to another couch. Jackson busied himself with rubbing down the cross and collecting and cleaning the implements James had used, before returning to Paula.
She was grateful for the reprieve it had given her, as her thoughts and feelings were all jumbled. The scene had been hot, but she couldn’t get her head past that James had beaten his wife, and she’d liked it enough to get off on it.
Jackson came to the couch, but instead of settling in next to her, he picked her up and sat back down with her on his lap. She wiggled a bit, unsure if she wanted to get down or get more comfortable, so she chose to do the latter.
He pressed her head against his chest, and she sighed, feeling the strain draining away. Had she been that tense?
His chest moved as he chuckled. “It seems like you need more aftercare than Laura does.”
She lifted her head enough to peek over at her friend, who was in a similar position on James’ lap. “Aftercare, Sir?”
Jackson nodded and settled back more comfortably. “Yes, aftercare. It’s the time a Dom and a sub spend together after a scene. Connect with the real world again. The Dom can take care of physical needs, like giving water or food and tending to bruises and emotional needs.”
That sounded kind of nice. “I expected to be disturbed by seeing her getting whipped, but it was beautiful,” Paula volunteered then fell silent.
“Go on,” Jackson prompted.
“He wasn’t really hurting her, and he kept stroking and fondling her.” It was easier to talk to him sitting on his lap instead of being face to face. “He made it arousing instead of painful. I liked the connection between them, and it was really hot when he got her off.”
“I thought so, too.” Jackson pressed up his pelvis so she could feel the evidence of his arousal. He chuckled. “But it also helps to have you on my lap. How about a bite to eat?” Right on cue, her stomach started to rumble, and they both laughed.
After a comfortable meal in the empty dining area, they went upstairs to the theme rooms. “Scenes downstairs are more on display. The rooms upstairs are more private,” Jackson said. A masculine groan reached Paula’s ears, and Jackson grinned at her. “Let’s see what’s piqued your interest.”
They looked in one of the rooms where Scott was shackled to a cross like the one downstairs. Kate was standing next to him, and from the look on his face, she was giving him a hand job. Jackson nudged her lower back, encouraging her to go in.
“I think Mistress Kate is doing sounding and sensation play with him,” Jackson said quietly. “We can watch the scene over there.” He pointed at a big, throne-like chair with a large cushion on the floor next to it. “I want you to follow me and kneel beside the chair.” Paula’s nipples stood to attention, and her pussy grew moist.
Why are his orders so arousing?
She followed Jackson and settled beside him on the ground. Jackson bent down to her. “You look lovely like this. Clasp your hands at the small of your back. I want access to your breasts, and part your knees a bit further.”
He wanted more? In her mind, she was already indecently exposed, and she remembered how Laura had looked. At least she was wearing clothes. Paula adjusted her legs and placed her hands as he had instructed. Jackson pressed a kiss onthe junction between her neck and shoulder. “Good girl, now watch.”
Kate played with Scott like a cat did with a mouse. She teased his dick with her hands, her mouth, a feather, and what looked like a paint brush.
Scott strained against his bonds, moaning and groaning. His cock had turned an angry shade of dark red, and the skin was taut around the steel length of him. Kate laughed at his struggling and gave him a kiss. When she pulled back, Scott followed her mouth with his, until he was halted by his bindings. Kate smiled and patted his cheek. “Color?”
“Green, Mistress, I’m good.”
“Yes, you are. You’re such a good boy for me.” Kate turned toward a table and picked up some wipes.
Jackson spoke into her ear. “They use the traffic-light system for safewords. Red is stop, and the scene will end. Yellow will warn Kate to slow down and adjust, and green is to go ahead. She’s cleaning his dick with alcohol wipes, as she’s about to do urethral sounding. She will take a very small, thin stainless-steel rod that’s also sterile and insert it into his urethra. It’s considered edge play, but Kate is very experienced in it.”
With fascinated horror, Paula watched how Kate inserted the rod into the narrow slit at the top of Scott’s penis. From the sounds of it, it was pleasurable for him. Could he really be enjoying it?
“See how she doesn’t push it in, but only guides it and lets gravity do the rest?” Jackson asked, and Paula nodded.
She’d noticed something else. “Her eyes are on his face and not on her hands or his cock.”
“You’re right. This is all about his pleasure and building his strength by pushing his boundaries. Most men would have lost control a long time ago, but I think he’ll last for a while. Shall we move on?”
Paula nodded. She had much to think about. This BDSM stuff had a lot more to it than she’d assumed. To be honest, she’d been aroused almost the entire time she’d been inside the club.
Does that make me kinky?
They peeked into two more rooms, but neither grabbed her attention the way Kate and Scott had. Jackson didn’t push her to enter, either, and after showing her the empty rooms with their equipment, they returned to the bar downstairs.
