“I am,” she said quietly but with steely determination. “I want this. I’m fine. We both are.”
Saxon gave her a wink. “Good. Enjoy yourselves. Let me know if there is anything you need.”
Curt squeezed her hand and turned so he faced her. “Look at me.”
As she looked up, he cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her. “Thank you for your trust in me. And your faith.”
“I’ve always trusted you,” she whispered. “I love you.”
He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I love you.”
“Does that mean I get to come tonight?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “No promises, my darlin’.”
They walked slowly around the dungeon. She didn’t know if Curt was searching for a particular piece of equipment or whether he wanted to look at each of the scenes. In one corner, a naked woman she didn’t know was bent over a low metal pole. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the floor, her legs spread far apart, her ass and pussy on display. She shuddered at the idea of being tied down like that. Curt slipped an arm around her waist.
“Easy, baby. Remember, you’re here with me. Nothing happens that you can’t control with a safeword. This isn’t Sudan. You’re safe.”
“Can we move on?”
“Not yet. Just watch.”
The sub’s Dom, a large man who wore just a pair of tight, dark pants was currently smearing lube over an anal plug. He knelt behind his sub and she half-expected him to shove it into her asshole. Instead, he ran his finger between the sub’s ankles and the metal cuffs.
“All right, sweetheart?” he asked in a low, rumbly voice.
The woman couldn’t turn enough to see him, but she visibly relaxed at his voice, the tension in her body fading.
“Yes, Sir.”
He ran his hand over her ass gently. “You tell me if that changes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jenna felt her tension fade at his caring. He pulled apart her ass cheeks and slowly pushed the plug into her ass. Her head thrashed back and forth, her cries of pleasure making Jenna’s whole body tighten.
Curt tugged her along with a chuckle. She glanced back as she reluctantly followed him. She’d wanted to watch until the end.
“Feeling a bit voyeuristic, are we?” he murmured in her ear.
She blushed. “They’re at a club, don’t they want people watching?”
“Yes. But we have more to look at.” He lightly smacked her ass. “And I want to play with you tonight.”
Her breath caught. They moved further around the room, stopping at a suspension scene. The female sub had been wrapped in rope then pulled into the air. She now hung facedown, her breasts hung down, her legs were spread wide. A Domme, dressed in tight leathers, her dark hair flowing down her back, suckled and licked at the sub’s nipples while a tall, thin Dom had his face buried between the sub’s legs. The Domme pulled away then grabbed something from her pocket. Jenna’s breath caught as she saw it was a long chain that connected two nipple clamps. The Domme pulled at the subs nipples, then attached each clamp. The sub screamed and Jenna winced in sympathy. Once the clamps were attached, she saw the small weight attached to the chain, so that the clamps would pull at the sub’s nipples.
Curt moved behind her, drawing down her top so that both of her breasts were exposed. She stiffened slightly, resisting the urge to look around and see if anyone had noticed. Curt pinched her nipple. “Attention on me.”
Oh, the majority of her attention was exactly on what he was going. He cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her tight nipples. She jumped slightly as she heard the sub in front of her scream, realizing that she’d come.
Curt stepped back, dropping his hands from her breasts. Disappointment filled her. She quickly pulled up her top and followed him. He turned back, frowning, his face growing cold. What was it? She stilled in worry.
“Did I tell you to put your top back?”
“No, but I…” she trailed off as his brows lowered, that warning look sending shivers through her.
He pointed over at an empty spanking bench. “Get yourself over that bench. Now.”