Scanning their suits, I realized even the masculine people around us wore different outfits. “What’s a blue suit?”
Spencer leaned down. “Polyamourous. White shirt means we’re taken.”
I like that. They’re mine.
“And the ties?” It was one of the only differences in Leo and Spencer’s outfits. But Leo’s tie matched Dom’s.
“No tie, Domme.” Leo winked. “Open tie, switch top.”
Her wink made me nervous, forcing my gaze away. The nerves weren’t easily dissuaded by what my eyes caught on next:Dom’s towering body, straining the fitted suit with her broad shoulders and muscular arms.
Even from across the dark train terminal, her blue eyes glowed as they met mine.
A whimper lifted from my chest as my head fell back into Leo’s chest. My eyelids sealed shut as I felt the pleasure rip through my body.
It was Dom’s voice that opened my eyes, as a gasp slipped past my lips. “Let’s move.”
Leo slowly pulled her hands from my wet pussy. “Sorry, Princess. We’ll have to finish this later.”
Dom’s face told me that she disapproved of our tryst, wanting us to stay focused on the mission.
A little stress relief wouldn’t kill her.
Following Dom’s lead, Leo grabbed my hand and guided me through the crowd. As we walked away, the dancer smiled our way and waved.
A flush rose to my cheeks as we disappeared into the crowd, Spencer staying closer to my back as we moved to the opposite end of the Station’s grand terminal.
As we crossed the concourse, I took in all the different outfits. Looking at a red suit, I leaned into Spencer’s suit. “What does that one mean?”
Matching my gaze, Spencer nodded. “Red suit is monogamous but here to cheat.”
My brows lifted. Something about the boldness of such a violation made my chest hurt. “How is that okay?”
“Because they’re here. And what his partner knows about or agreed to is up to them and whoever chooses to engage with it.” Even in the dark room, I could tell that Spencer had more complicated feelings on the matter. But more than anything, she respected the system.
At least everyone knows what they’re walking into.
A magnificent stone archway led us to a dimly lit hallway.
On either side of the hall were dozens of doors. Each had glass walls and doors, curtains drawn over some. But others were wide open and what was inside stopped me dead in my tracks.
Bodies, bodies, bodies. All over each other. Some strapped to wooden X’s, others bent over the bench inside. Each room was a little different. But they all had one thing in common, a lot of fucking.
Spencer placed her hands on my hips, gently pushing me forward as the throbbing between my legs persisted. “If we had more time to play, I’d be taking you into one of those.”
My throat tightened at the thought of what they might do to me there. They’d already managed to blow my mind in the middle of an autobody shop with their craftiness. And frankly, I wanted to see every trick they had up their sleeves.
I’d never even considered fucking someone in public, never thought about letting a lover bend me over and take me however they wanted. But my two saviors owned me — the bracelet around my wrist making that very evident. And who was I to deny them their property?
Fuck, Spencer had tattooed my name on her lip.
At the end of the long hallway, the room opened up into another terminal. This one was brighter than the others, a soft-orangey glow descending upon us from the grand chandeliers overhead.
I jumped at the buzz of an overhead speaker as an announcer boomed out departure times. “Train 225 to Valhalla will depart Track 34 at 12:03 am.”
“Jesus.” I looked around the terminal, other patrons and passengers zipping across it like executives at rush hour.
“This way.” Interrupting me, Dom nodded toward a set of metal doors, gilded swirls decorating each side.
