“One doesn’t open for another hour, but it’s yours. I’ll come find you when it’s time and escort you. We don’t normally let in nonmembers, but since I’m now part owner, I’ll give you a pass. I know you’re good to go. Do you need to store her clothes?”
“No, she’ll remain dressed while in public.” I shook his hand and made a mental note to see what I could get out of him about Matías. “Thanks for everything, Hagan.” If Matías spent time here, then he had to be a regular and would have had to have filled out paperwork, including a background check, before he was able to gain entry.
“I’m always happy to help an old friend.” Hagan walked around the desk and pushed a button on the wall, unlocking the main entrance to Taboo. I yanked Izzy’s chain, pulling her forward as I opened the door.
“Have fun,” Hagan called out as the music intensified, and the bass pounded against my chest twice as fast as my heart.
I glanced back as we walked through the narrow, barely lit hallway. Izzy stared down at the floor, twisting her hands together in front of her as she walked. I stopped before we entered the public room, pressing my fingertips to her chin and forcing her to look at me. “You’re doing great. I promise I’ll make this worth your while.”
“You’d better rock my world, Jimmy,” she whispered.
“Baby.” I brought her mouth to mine. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
“Promises. Promises.”
I slid my free hand up her back, fisting her hair roughly. “Be careful, little one, or I won’t be so kind later.”
Her eyes twinkled as my mouth crashed down on hers, sealing her smartass comment before she could speak. When she melted into me, going almost slack in my arms, I knew she’d be quiet at least for a little while. When I pulled away, she was panting and breathless as I stared down at her.
My hand fell away, dropping back to my side as I took a step backward and appraised my wife. Bee-stung lips, flushed skin, and divinely decadent in her barely there outfit.
Her eyes cast downward, and I knew she was ready to enter the lion’s den.
Izzy
Ikneeledat James’s side, making a little mental note to pay him back for this later. I assumed the position like the other women around me.
None of them moved, didn’t even try to make eye contact, and seemed almost invisible as they clung to their Masters. James had warned me about this crowd. That they took the D/s relationship very seriously, and most of them had slaves and not submissives. Back home, at our club, it was more relaxed and playful, but here…not so much.
I, on the other hand, didn’t stare at the ground like the other women. James talked with his old friends, barely noticing me.
While keeping my head slightly downcast, I used the opportunity to take in as much of my surroundings as I could from under my eyelashes without getting reprimanded.
How could I gather anything unless I took a little peek, right?
My eyes drifted to a stage where a small crowd gathered, watching a woman being flogged. She seemed to orgasm with every lash. Lucky cunt. Not that I wanted to get my ass beat, but anything that would bring me that much pleasure, I’d be all in and begging for more. Her ass was beet red as sweat glistened on her skin in the overhead lighting.
The man turned, speaking to the crowd, but I couldn’t make out the words over the music wafting through the open space. He faced her again, lashing her as she jolted with a scream. But it wasn’t one of horror or pain. It was pure pleasure and turned into a moan that I could hear loud and clear even over the beat of the song playing.
I slid my hand up James’s pant leg, gripping the back of his calf, turned on by what I saw, but also scared to death. His fingers tangled in my hair as he stroked my scalp, maybe feeling some of my anxiety or lust.
My emotions were always scattered in places like this. It was hard to rationalize what coursed through my system when I watched someone else getting off while figuring what they were enduring was anything but pleasant. Yet it was. The noises she emitted made it impossible for me to think any differently.
“Are you still into sharing?” Anders asked James.
The thought of being with any of these guys had my head spinning—and not from excitement. I didn’t want them, not when I already had the only man I wanted. But I knew, back in the day, he used to be into that type of thing. He told me when he’d become a member at Taboo, he wasn’t above sharing a sub with another Master recreationally, or if that was what the scene called for and the sub needed it.
Whatever the fuck that meant. At no time had I been strapped to our bed thinking, man, I’d love some pussy grinding on my face. Hell, I never even thought I could go for an extra cock to fill some empty part of my body while James banged the ever-living fuck out of me. Maybe that was where I was different. I was a one-man woman. Even if we hadn’t been married, I wasn’t sharing him. Ever.
From the moment he told me about his kink, I made it crystal fucking clear to James that I wasn’t a toy to be passed around to his friends. He said nothing like that would ever happen because he didn’t share what was his anymore. Fucker better have said that, or I would’ve been out the door in a heartbeat.
“No, Anders. I’ve never shared her, nor do I ever plan to either.” He gripped my hair and pulled my head back so I was forced to look him in the eyes. “This one is only for me.”
I couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across my face. “Isn’t that right, doll?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, kind of digging the dirtiness of the words and feeling totally in tune with our current surroundings. Plus, I wanted to show my husband that I could follow directions…at least sometimes.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it made my entire body tingle when he spoke those words. The man still lit my torch after all these years. I never would’ve believed that after more than ten years of marriage we’d still be going strong and that I wouldn’t have kicked his bossy ass to the curb. But I’d honestly never been happier in my life.
