“I’m Tamara, Nan’s guest for the night.” She took his hand, enjoying the warm clasp. Tall and lean, his blue eyes reminded her of Connor, but she quickly sho
ved thoughts of him aside, as she’d been doing since she’d arrived.
“Where’s Greg tonight?” Grayson asked as he returned.
“Still with Connor looking at a pair of fillies we’re thinking of adding to our stables.” Turning back to Tamara, Devin asked, “Have you explored what we have to offer here yet?”
She flicked a glance at Avery who just smiled in return, leaving it up to her to decide. “Uh, no, but…”
“Good. Come with me and I’ll show you around. You can let me know if anything interests you enough to try.”
Grayson nodded. “Go ahead, Tamara. You can trust Master Devin, and anyone else here.”
Curiosity and a need to keep her mind off Connor prompted Tamara to take his hand again before she could change her mind. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Let’s go upstairs. Feel free to ask any questions.”
Devin led her toward the stairs, pausing when she halted and gaped at the couple enjoying a huge open shower, the marbled former stall big enough to hold six people. With her arms restrained above her, the petite brunette released a sigh of pleasure as multiple pelting sprays dampened her swaying body. The man behind her looked just as sexy as he pulled her hips back and thrust inside her with a low grunt.
“This is the newest addition to the club. It’s only been in use now for two weeks.” Devin’s small smile widened when she couldn’t seem to look away from the erotic scene.
Shaking her head, she muttered, “You can’t be shy around here, can you?”
“Most people aren’t after a visit or two,” he replied with a tug on her hand.
Tamara couldn’t help it. A picture of herself in place of the brunette with Connor being the one plowing into her with rigorous plunges filled her head. Thank goodness he wasn’t here, or she might not have gotten up the gumption to follow Master Devin up the stairs. If she thought the shower scene was eye-boggling and stirring, that was nothing compared to what was happening on some odd contraptions in the loft. She appreciated the way Master Devin kept hold of her hand as he showed her around, his grip as warm and supportive as his low voice.
“Have you met Master Brett and his wife, Sue Ellen?” he asked after she shied away from a corner swing when she saw Nan spread-eagle on it. She wasn’t quite ready to see so much of her best friend, especially after catching a glimpse of her denuded mons.
“No, at least I don’t think so.”
Ushering her over to a wood-slatted A frame, he bent and whispered in her ear, “Don’t speak unless invited to, in case someone hasn’t mentioned that rule to you yet.”
“Grayson… I mean Master Grayson did,” she amended when he frowned. Turning her attention to the married couple, she could barely make out the red lines crisscrossing Sue Ellen’s torso, waist and thighs in the dim lighting but the contentment and sated glow in the woman’s eyes as she gazed at her husband was unmistakable. A shudder ran through Tamara as she imagined being bound naked against the wood frame and her body broke out in a light sweat.
A soft cry drew her head around in time to watch Sydney fall into Caden’s arms as he released her from a dangling chain, her slender body gleaming and shaking as she burrowed against his wide chest. The soft look on her fiancé’s face as he stroked a hand down her bare back and over her buttocks caused Tamara’s chest to constrict. She’d longed for just such a look from Connor, as well as his touch for ten years.
Sydney opened her eyes and saw them approaching, her smile widening. “Are you having fun?”
“Yes, when I’m not feeling out of my element and like I’m sticking out like the inexperienced guest I am,” she admitted.
Caden lifted one dark brown brow. “It’s good to see you again, Tamara. I’m sure Master Devin will be more than happy to tutor you, if you want to try out something.”
“More than happy. I’ve been letting her set the pace. The possibilities are endless on this apparatus.” Devin pointed to a large suspended wagon wheel and the smaller one off to the side.
Sydney giggled and sent Caden a sly look. “I have a fond memory of the wheel.”
Caden responded with a sharp smack on her butt. “You have a fond memory of enjoying the undivided attention of two men.”
“True.” Sydney leaned against him, including Tamara in her smile.
Tamara caught Caden’s indulgent glance, the same tender look she’d seen reflected on other Dom’s faces tonight as they tormented the woman they’d partnered with. It didn’t seem to matter if it was someone they’d hooked up with for the night or, like her friends and the married couple, Master Brett and Sue Ellen, a committed couple. The men all appeared intent on two things: being in charge and seeing to their subs needs, whatever they might be. Everyone was so at ease with each other, the Doms comfortable with their roles, the women with their orders and the vulnerability of their nakedness, like Sydney portrayed. A curl of envy and a desire to reach that same level of contentment made her stomach muscles clutch.
“The smaller wheel offers different suggestions,” Devin said, gazing at her with an intent expression. “Want to spin it and try whatever it lands on?” All three laughed at whatever unease they must have seen on her face before he rushed to assure her. “Relax, I was just teasing you. If you want to try bondage – no touching – I suggest one of the benches.”
Did she want to? As she thought about it, Connor’s hurtful words and how they had sent her running away from everything and everyone she loved flitted through her head. Why shouldn’t she appease her curiosity? Tonight would be the time to explore the itch watching him all those years ago had generated since he wasn’t here to interrupt and cause her grief. And maybe something new, something different was what she needed to spice up her life and keep her from pining for him.
“I think I would like to,” she finally answered, grateful for his patient silence as she worked out her decision.