He’s right about that. My pussy is clenching and soaking my minuscule thong. I’ll be glad to be rid of that, in truth. “Very well. Is that it? Just spanking?”
“You sound disappointed.” This is from David, just returning from the bar with a jug of iced water and three glasses. He pours us each a drink. As he hands me mine, he winks at me. “I know you were aroused by the spankings I gave you, but I never got to see you come. I’d like to, if you’ll agree to that.”
“I… How would you like to do that? I mean, would Ewan touch me and you watch? There, in the play room?” I can’t believe I’m actually having this conversation.
Ewan answers for both of them. “Some of the time. And sometimes David would touch you and I’d be watching, or maybe I’d join in. You could have a cock in your pussy, and one in your mouth.”
“Oh. Oh, right.” The image is powerful. And intense. And very, very tempting.
“Or, if you want to push your boundaries still further, how about a cock in your pussy, and one in your arse?”
I gape at him, wide-eyed. “At the same time?”
“Of course.”
“Which of you…? “ I fall silent, not sure just how to frame the question. Or even whether it matters.
“I’m your dom. Your arse is mine.” Ewan’s voice is quiet, but shot through with that edge of determination that will brook no argument. I look from one handsome face to the other. David is an older, maybe somewhat more worldly-wise version of Ewan. Certainly he’s more experienced and he has mentored Ewan in the past. I know I can trust Ewan, and he learned his craft from David. Even without my own prior acquaintance with this gentle, intuitive dom, I have no qualms about my safety. It’s just, can I do this?
It’s clear that neither Ewan nor David sees any physical problem. I can’t even start to imagine the technicalities, but I have no doubt they know how to achieve this. I have only to relax, follow directions, and trust them. In return, they’ll treat me to the experience of a lifetime.
I really expected to take more persuading than this.
I take a sip of my iced water. The cool liquid slips down my throat as I look first at David, then at Ewan.
My dom’s eyes are warm, his expression calm and caring. If I say no, he’ll accept that, there will be no attempt to convince me, no further cajoling, certainly no threats. My consent has to be freely given, neither dom will accept less. I make up my mind.
“Okay. Let’s do it. I have no idea how it’s going to work, I expect you two do. I’ll do as you tell me, but I need to know you’ll stop if it’s too much. Or at least that you’ll slow down.”
“We’ll go at your pace. One of us will be monitoring how you’re doing the whole time.” David’s smile is gentle; again, no pressure. Just care and concern. Despite what I just agreed to, I don’t feel used. I feel cherished.
“Where would we be? Not in public?”Please.
Ewan shakes his head quickly. “No. A private room. A place where we can take our time, relax, enjoy ourselves. And pay you the attention you deserve. I reserved a suite.”
“You were pretty certain I was going to agree then?”
He rocks his hand to signify ‘maybe.’ “I hoped you would. I didn’t mention it before because I knew you felt awkward about seeing David again, and that would have gotten in the way, clouded the issues for you. Now, here, it seems clearer. Simpler. Yes?”
I nod. “Yes. Thank you, sir.”
Ewan pulls me close and kisses me on the mouth. He releases me, his grin all sexy dimples now. “Shall we go up?
Chapter Twelve
David keys the code into the door of the suite Ewan has reserved and gestures Ewan and me to enter first. I’m not sure what I expect—a mock Victorian classroom perhaps, or something more clinical. This room is distinctly ordinary, like I’d expect to find in any decent hotel really. The room is dominated by a king-sized bed, a four-poster at that. There are mirrors around three of the four walls, two plain chairs, and a low table below a window. The blinds are drawn, naturally. There’s a blanket box at the foot of the bed, though I somehow doubt it contains much in the way of bed linen. I pause just inside the entrance and study my surroundings with more attention to detail. On closer consideration I realise the chairs are designed for spankings, and unless I’m much mistaken there’s a pair of stocks built in to the footboard of the bed.
Shit!
David follows us inside and clicks the door closed behind him.
“Just so you know, as it would be unethical otherwise, there’s a CCTV system.” David points to the compact, discreet camera mounted in a corner close to the ceiling. “The club employs staff who do keep an eye on what’s happening so from time to time we will be observed. You won’t be aware of that though, and there will be no interruptions unless you appear to be in distress. Okay?”
My mind reels at the prospect that unknown observers might be watching us. Watching me. I appreciate the thinking behind this, but even so it takes some adjustment to slot it into place. The submissive mind-set is a flexible creature though, I’m finding.
“I suppose so. Yes. Yes, that’s fine.”
“Charity, you should refer to David as sir. He’s your dom too, for tonight.” Ewan’s tone holds no note of censure, just of explanation.
