Page 23 of Sensation Fantasies 1
“Yeah?”
“Of course. What’s your fantasy?”
I thought for a moment. “Honestly, it’s to make you happy and do whatever you want to do.”
“Oh, come on.” Kiera shoved at my chest playfully, but I didn’t budge. “Tell me what it is.”
I grinned. “Well, of course, I wouldn’t mind being with you and another woman.”
“Of course.” She smiled.
“But, like I said, I think we have a connection with Vaughn, and if he approaches us and wants to join, I’ll do whatever you want to do. If we end up joining the club, and we find a woman we connect with, then we’ll see if we want to be with her.”
“Well, Vaughn isn’t even in town tonight, so I don’t think he’ll be approaching us.”
“If we join, then maybe.”
“Are you leaning that way?”
I lifted a shoulder. “Maybe. I have to admit that this last month has been amazing.”
She smiled and kissed my lips softly. “It has, huh?”
“Yeah. Are we sex club people?”
Kiera snorted. “Maybe.” Her phone buzzed, and she broke out of my arms and grabbed it. “They’re almost here.”
“Then get your heels on, baby. We need to go find out, for sure, if we’re sex club people.”
When we arrived at Sensation, Booker and Peyton got us in, and then we all went to do our own thing. Kiera and I went to the bar first thing and got a drink, and then we walked around as though Sensation was an exhibit. I supposed it was in a way.
“Peyton told me that the owner sits in a winged-back chair with a woman on a leash. Want to find him?” Kiera asked.
“A woman on a leash?”
“Like a sub.”
“Right, but people just stand around and watch him sit with a woman on a leash?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think we should check out everything we can before we make a decision.”
I smirked. “I like your thinking.”
We didn’t have to look for long. A group of people was in a semi-circle in what I assumed was meant to be the living room. From what I could see through the group of people, there was a man in a winged-back chair in front of the fireplace, and Kiera was right: he had a woman on a leash at his feet.
“I don’t get it,” I stated, and took a sip of my whiskey.
“Me either,” Kiera agreed.
“It’s to let everyone know the submissive isn’t single.” I looked next to me to see Vaughn standing beside me. My eyes widened, and I looked over at Kiera. She, too, had her eyes wide.
“The submissive’s collar and leash are highly symbolic,” Vaughn continued over the music playing throughout the house. “Being led on a leash makes many submissive people feel comforted and gives them a strong sense of belonging. Some experience humiliation, but that doesn’t stop it from being a positive, sexual experience. Leading a submissive on a leash can make a dominant very proud of their partner, and give them a strong sense of ownership and responsibility.”
I looked over at Kiera and then back to Vaughn. “So, it’s role-playing?”
“Of course.”
We were silent as we stared at the guy in the chair through gaps between people. Vaughn was taller than me and probably had a better view. I still didn’t understand why people were just watching a fully clothed man and a woman on a leash.
