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Her Dom didn’t make her wait. He smirked and then he started to hit her. Just lightly, at first, but soon enough a flush of red broke out over her tight, round little ass.
She hissed and arched toward the sensation, and the temperature in the room actually seemed to raise a little. Yes, she was showing off for the crowd, but this was also an incredibly intimate thing for the two of them to be doing.
They were linked in a very intimate way, and I stared, fascinated. I wanted it. I wanted the same relationship these two clearly had.
“Please,” she was soon begging, turning her plaintive gaze toward her Dom. “Please, master.”
“You know you have to ask for what you want more clearly,” he chastised, his hand rubbing over the abused skin of her ass. “You know what I want, slave. Beg for me.”
When I pulled my gaze away from the scene in front of us, I saw Kaye staring, utterly rapt. I couldn’t be positive, but I was fairly sure the look on her face wasn’t disgust or revulsion.
She seemed completely fascinated. I caught Brent’s eye, and he smirked and nodded at me. Yes, my little saint of a wife was not as sweet and innocent as she might have thought. Her tastes weren’t quite as pure when a little digging was done.
“Master! Please, fuck me,” the girl begged, and I turned my attention back to them. The man slapped his partner’s ass once more, the sound of it echoing through the room and making my cock twitch.
I wanted to do the same things, but to Kaye.
Right in front of us, the Dom pushed inside his slave, and she—bound as she was—could only be still and enjoy it. She loved it, if her cries of pleasure were any indication at all.
Had Kaye ever even watched porn before? Here she had a live show playing out for her pleasure. It was a hot scene, too, between the bound young woman and her master. But my attention was mostly on Kaye.
When they were done, another couple took over, but I had had enough. Looking over at Brent, I saw he was in the same place. It was fun to watch, but I’d always been much more interested in the doing rather than the watching.
“Kaye,” I murmured quietly in her ear, so as to not interrupt the couple on stage. “I want to take you to a private room. Will you come with me?”
It was a risk, and she might say no, but given her heaving breasts and shimmering eyes, I at least had a shot.
Chapter 13
Kaye
Never in my life had I seen anything like what had played out before me. Never had I thought I’d want to. Until David, I’d barely been interested in sex at all. If anyone had told me I would be watching a girl getting spanked until her ass was red and then being taken right up in front of a group of people, I would have called them insane without hesitation.
However, there I sat between two strong, handsome men, watching as two strangers played with each other in ways I’d never dreamed of. I was soon squirming just a little, trying to relieve some of the pressure building between my legs.
When David murmured to me, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go anywhere—not in the shape I was in. I was far too suggestible when I was aroused, and David brought me to that state far too easily.
“Will he come?” I murmured back, my voice too quiet to be heard by anyone but David. I indicated Brent with a subtle flick of my eyes. I needed to know what to expect before I agreed to anything.
“I would like it if he did,” David admitted, and I frowned. I didn’t have anything at all against Brent, but this was new territory for me. It was a little bit freaky to get into this with someone I barely knew.
For a moment I examined my distaste for the idea, and then I realized what my issue was. I took a deep breath and then figured the only way to get past it was to ask the question.
“If we go with him,” I kept my voice down. “Is he going to be allowed to have me? To …fuck me?” I wasn’t used to saying curse words out loud and I blushed a little bit as I did, much to my annoyance.
I needed to say it, though. I would never, not ever, be okay with another man having me. No way was it going to happen. That was off the table for me. If either David or Brent thought it could ever happen, I would never go into a private room with both of them and let them both fuck me.
David was the man for me, and I was a one-man kind of woman. I never wanted to have anyone else deep up inside of me. It was too intimate, and I could never share myself like that with another man.
“No,” David started, then shook his head. “Brent, excuse us for a second, please.” Brent nodded with an easygoing smile, and David pulled me to my feet. He put his arm around me and together we went back out into the hallway so we could talk without interrupting anyone. “No, Kaye,” David repeated. “No man will ever have you. Not Brent, Not anyone. You belong to me and only me. I’d kill any man who tried.”
His very fierceness actually soothed me a little. I nodded, relieved, looking at my husband. The very air in this place felt warm and sexually charged, and I didn’t even know what to do with all of the erotic energy I had.
“Okay, good,” I murmured, my eyes caught by my husband’s handsome face, his strong jaw, and high cheekbones. In this place, somehow, he looked even more gorgeous than normal, which was definitely saying something.
“The thing is, Brent is a lot more experienced at this sort of thing than I am,” David admitted. He had this way of showing just the tiniest bit of vulnerability, and as always, it touched my heart. I knew he didn’t show it to just anyone. “He’s a very experienced Dom, and I want him to teach me how to give you the most pleasure through pain. Just like that girl we were just watching.”
Oh.
