Page 75 of See You Sometime
Horrified, Axel scrolled through his memory of what they’d discussed, praying nothing he’d said would totally nuke his relationship with Skye.
“Do not worry,” Landry said. “I wanted her to hear your fears, so she understands better your end.” He studied Axel for a moment. “There will be a point tonight where I turn her completely over to you, and Cris and I back away. Bob will remain in the room the entire time, until aftercare ends, in case you must leave. I don’t wish her to be alone. Either myself or Cris will stay in the room until the scene has reached a natural conclusion and aftercare has started. I think part of the problem is you are too focused on the impact play instead of looking at what she enjoys and seeing how you can make it your own.”
He had a hard time swallowing, his throat felt so dry. “How?” he croaked.
Landry smiled. “Sex. Pure and simple. Conditioning is not a one-way street. I scene with Skye, or for example with Bob, and either Cris or Tilly then get the fucking of their life as soon as I can arrange it, or a nice hard face fucking, at the very least. When I scene with Tilly or Cris, at least here or at a private party, sex is an integral part of what we do. Even just ‘vanilla’ sex for us is still kinky because I am a sexual sadist and there is always some element of control or pain involved, for me.
“At the club, I can engage in more intimate contact with Tilly and Cris, and do orgasm play on them even if I have to wait until we get home for my own release. Sex is absolutely mixed in. Skye told me she enjoys biting. Well, that’s something I did not even ask you about because it falls within a decidedly grey area forus. We do feral play with Bob, but we also engage in orgasm play with him. We do not have that kind of dynamic with Skye, nor do I feel we should, under these circumstances.
“Yes, she’s a masochist, and a damned admirable one if she can play with me and ask for more, to be honest. But what she needs isn’t just the play. It’s thecontrol. I play harder with her because I cannot give her a sexual aspect to the play, or more than the most basic of control.Youcan play more to your comfort zone, but youmustpick up the slack in other areas, such as control and sex.”
“I…I don’t know if I can…do that in front of people.”
“We’re not people, we’re us. I’m not asking you to parade in the nude down Jacaranda Boulevard. If you’re doing it ‘right,’ you’ll forget that the two or three of us are even in the room with you. Your focus will becomeher. That is as it should be. Tonight, I want you to watch but truly see, listen but truly hear, and when prompted, I want you todo. You’re a smart man, and this is not nearly as complicated as you’re trying to make it. It’s far less complicated than that game you two play with Rusty and the others. It’s instinctive.”
“What if I freak out again?”
“If you feel you’re going to be sick, please leave the pool house and wait in the house for one of us to come get you. If you can watch but can’t participate, quietly sit off to the side until we finish and give you the cue to come in and cuddle with her for aftercare. Perhaps Skye should have started with you doing her aftercare from the very beginning and worked your way back from there, but that’s in the past. She is an experienced bottom who needs a firm hand. Once we’re in the room with her, I do not want you to speak until aftercare begins, unless I signal otherwise. Do you need to use the restroom, or a drink of water or anything?”
Axel shook his head.
Landry stood. “Come. Let’s take care ofyourgirl.”
* * * *
Skye was allowed to use the bathroom and get a drink of water before Bob and Cris blindfolded her, swapped the wrist cuffs out for suspension cuffs, and buckled her ball gag into place.
Then the men held her hands as she knelt again on the yoga mat, which had been repositioned next to the St. Andrew’s cross. They had set out the implements earlier in the day, because they were neatly lined up and waiting when they brought her out there.
She sensed Cris squat on her right side, confirmed when his hand gripped her ponytail.
This time, tightly.
He yanked her head back and whispered near her ear. “Your Sir is coming to play with you, girl. Are you ready for him?”
She nodded as much as she could.
“Maybe someone’s going to get their ass fucked tonight.”
She whimpered, hopeful. It’d been a long time since that had happened, and never with Axel.
“Are you going to be a good girl and make your Sir proud tonight?”
She nodded, hoping she wasn’t crying by the time they got her up on the cross. Poor Axel had sounded wigged out enough.
Cris scratched the top of her head and released her ponytail. She sensed him stand just before the pool house door opened and what sounded like two people walked in.
Behind the leather blindfold, her world was reduced to sounds and scents, the brush of air against her flesh and the feel of a cloud of warmth from a body if they stood close enough.
She only heard one pair of shoes enter the pool house, which likely meant Axel. She tracked his progress across the tile floor to the kitchen area, a silent discussion of some sort going on near where she’d seen the iPod and Bluetooth speaker set up on the counter.
After a moment, the soft sound of shoes coming off, followed by the opening bars of Hozier’s “Take Me to Church” filling the small room.
Pulse racing, she tried to breathe and focus on the here and now and not get her hopes up or try to place unrealistic expectations on Axel.
And she prayed.
Chapter Nineteen
