Page 34 of His to Explore
Kensie is busy helping her boss prep for an upcoming show at the gallery, and I have to go to New York for a few days for business, so I don’t see her as much as I’d like to that week. I do check in every day, but it’s not the same. Any time our weekend plans at the club come up, she sounds both nervous and excited.I tell her more than once that we can postpone if she’s not certain, but she tells me that she is.
Uncertainty twists in my gut every time we talk about it. My head seems endlessly fucked up about the whole thing. What does it mean that she’s so sure?
You’re overthinking,I tell myself over and over as the evening approaches.This is a perfectly healthy fantasy for her to have. She trusts you to help her experience it.
But that doesn’t stop my palms from sweating when Cam and Anthony join us at our table on Friday night. I wanted to introduce them before things got started, make sure she’s comfortable with them, but I hate the way their greedy eyes linger over her figure and face when I introduce them.
“Kensie, this is Cameron,” I gesture to the tall blond man across the table and he gives her a friendly, boyish grin. It fits his personality. Cam is the kind of guy who never seems too bothered by anything. He treats people well and likes to have a good time. The women at the club are drawn to his all-American good looks and cheery smile.
The man is also fucking lethal with a riding crop, but they don’t seem to mind that part either.
Anthony couldn’t be less similar. His dark hair and eyes match his personality pretty well. There’s a quiet intensity about the guy, a darkness just below the surface. Most men find him intimidating as fuck—but submissives seem to love him. There’s something about the broody, bad boy vibe I guess.
I can tell Kensie is nervous, but Cam helps to put her at ease, asking about her work and teasing her gently. Anthony doesn’t say much, choosing to watch her intently, but he’s polite and respectful.
After we’ve all had a drink, he meets my gaze, eyebrow arched slightly in a clear question.Are we doing this?
My stomach clenches and I take a deep breath, reminding myself how Kensie’s eyes lit up when we watched the stage show last week. She wants to do this. And I want it for her.
I lean in close, brushing my fingers across her collarbone to make her shiver. “Are you ready to head back now?”
She visibly swallows but straightens her shoulders. “I’m ready.”
Cam grins broadly. “Fucking fantastic. I can’t wait.”
Anthony says nothing but there’s heat in his dark eyes and I know he’s equally eager to get going.
I help Kensie up. “Go to the playroom and prepare.” I meet her eye, my voice dropping into the commanding tone she always responds to. “Robe only, nothing underneath. Shoes off, hair down. Stand in the center of the room. We’ll join you in a moment.”
She nods, her breathing a little shaky. “Yes, sir.”
I nod at her, anticipation and nerves coiling in my gut. “Good girl.”
After she leaves, I gesture to the waiter to top up my whiskey. I can’t be the slightest bit impaired tonight, not in this scenario, but I need the burn of alcohol to get my feet moving.
Cam watches Kensie walk away. “So, she’s the reason you haven’t been in any public scenes for the last few months.” He finally tears his eyes from her ass to grin at me. “Can’t say I blame you.”
I grunt as the waiter refills my glass then immediately bring it to my mouth to take a healthy gulp.
“You seem a little tense,” Cam says drily. “You sure you’re up for this?”
I grip the glass so hard my knuckles turn white. “It’s something she wants to try,” I mutter.
“And something you’ve always enjoyed,” Anthony points out. “Quite a bit if memory serves.”
Cam studies my face and lets out a bark of laughter. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling jealous, brother.” He shakes his head. “Grant Anderson getting possessive over a sub. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“We don’t have to do this, you know,” Anthony says, his voice as close to gentle as I’ve ever heard it. “If it doesn’t feel right to you…”
I beat back the part of me that wants to take him up on that. This is my job as her Dominant. I promised her. Letting my own petty jealousy get in the way of her exploring this side of herself would make me a pretty shitty partner.
“I’m not backing out,” I tell the guys, then finish my drink. I even manage a smile. “Like you said, I’ve always enjoyed this type of scene. I’m eager to see how Kensie responds to it.”
Cam slaps his hands onto the table with a laugh. “Sounds good to me. What the hell are we waiting for?”
I repeat some ground rules while we head upstairs to the private rooms, but we’ve done this enough to be on the same page. I lead the show. They ask my permission before escalating anything. The safe word is law. They can do some light spanking but nothing extreme and no toys. I’ve shared with them some of the things that she likes—objectifying language mixed with lots of praise. I know I can trust them both.
That doesn’t stop me from wanting to slam the door in their faces when we reach the room and find Kensie standing in the center of it, looking down. She followed my instructions exactly, her thick red hair loose and wavy around her shoulders, a thin silk robe wrapped around her. The nearly sheer fabric doesn’t do much to hide her naked figure, and I hear Anthony let out a little hum of appreciation.
