"Possibly. I wouldn't mind making her climax like that with some sex toy they want to promote. Did you bring that gag?"
"Yeah. It's in the tote."
Geoff's hand closed over her thigh again. "Breathe, Samantha Beth."
She gave a nervous half laugh, but did so. She was vibrating just from his command to sit here and listen, with her legs spread and her body showcased in an outfit designed to make them want her even more. She wanted to spread her legs wider, shamelessly encourage him to touch her there again.
Chris passed his hand along her neck, teasing the edge of the mask at her nape, petting the feathers. "Do you think she'd like that? Coming in front of an audience?"
"I think she won't even be aware there's an audience. Not that way. As long as it's us doing it, and we're totally in control, I think she'd love it. I think she wants to prove she loves belonging to us."
She hoped nodding in emphatic agreement wasn't against the no-talking rules. Geoff slowed the car, probably for a stoplight, and her lips parted eagerly when he traced them with a fingertip. He pressed it between her lips so she could suck on it, swirl her tongue around it with wanton implication.
"So she doesn't want anyone else touching her?" Chris slid his touch down her arm, caressing the top of her breast under the shawl.
"Not if she knows what's good for her," Geoff said with tantalizing menace. It almost made her smile, because he knew she didn't want anyone else to touch her. She might be willing to have them take her body in front of a stadium of people, as long as it was only about the three of them. People watching would be titillating, a witness to their relationship, but she didn't want anyone crossing that personal barrier between her and them.
"Here we are," Geoff said a few minutes later, turning into what she assumed was a parking lot and bringing the car to a halt.
Geoff came around and opened her door. She heard the distant sound of people talking, a flow of conversation that drifted back as they all headed in a common direction. Geoff didn't open the eyes of the mask, instead taking her arm.
"I'll let you see when we're inside," he said. "You're already getting a lot of attention."
Her lips parted, but Geoff's mouth was on hers before she could utter a syllable. Pressing her back against the car, he took her over with a kiss that was pure demand. When he was finished, he had his hands around her throat, thumbs sliding up and down her jugular, putting just a little dizzying pressure on it.
"What did I tell you, Samantha Beth?"
"No talking," she managed. "Without your permission."
"Don't forget again. I have no problem spanking you in front of a group. In fact, I was damn well hoping for the opportunity."
He dropped his touch to her waist. "I know you were about to say it's the outfit. It's not. It's the woman in it that has their attention. When you're under command, restrained, you glow. The energy around you could fuel a stadium."
"Amen to that," Chris added, curling his hand around her elbow. "You're stunning, Sam."
She moistened her lips, brushed against his body and squeezed one of Geoff's hands, the only way she was allowed to say thank you. Geoff made a noise of approval and drew her away from the side of the car, taking them toward their destination.
She'd never been led by someone while completely blind, but with Chris on one side and Geoff on the other, she was secretly thrilled with her lack of worry. She had no problem walking on her high heels as confidently as she would when she could see. Their hands never left her, honoring her trust.
They moved inside a building filled with the low rumble of noise of a gathering crowd. She'd been in the old theater a couple of times before for some independent, low-budget stage plays--artsy, experimental stuff. She remembered the pleasant combination of woodsy scents that identified an old yet well-tended building. There was carpet under her heels. On top of the building's olfactory imprint, she detected a variety of body perfumes and colognes, as well as the musk of wine. The clink of glasses verified the last. Geoff guided her to a wall, where the noise became more muted, telling her he'd taken her out of the flow of foot traffic.
He didn't open the eyes of the mask right away. Instead he took the shawl off her shoulders, letting the cool, dry air of the theater interior tickle over her bare shoulders and the tops of her breasts. He unzipped the skirt next. Chris took her other hand and Geoff guided her to step out of the garment. She was standing in front of strangers in a thong, thigh-high stockings and her corset. And the mask. Madison had told her many would be dressed in fetish wear, and she knew Geoff wouldn't have undressed her unless she would blend. Even so, she was feeling dizzy, but her men steadied her, their hands on her sure and strong.
"Okay?" Chris asked.
"Yes sirs."
"Good girl." At last Geoff lifted the eye flaps, tucking them into the slits intended for that purpose, so she could see her surroundings. Here again, the tunnel feeling of the mask made her feel protected, as if she were a bird in the cage he'd made her, detached and safe. Able to experience everything even more forcefully, because she wasn't required to talk or interact. Nothing was expected of her but to feel, hear, see, taste and smell.
The area where they stood was a large foyer open to the stage area, allowing plenty of room to
mingle before the performances began. She saw plenty of leather, lace and metal mixed with fancy, sexy club wear made of silk and rhinestones. More than one Master or Mistress had their submissive on a leash, and a couple had head masks shaped like canines, submissives who enjoyed puppy play. There was also a good mix of people she could tell were new to all this but fascinated by those around them who weren't. They held their wineglasses and smiled and talked, even as their eyes darted here and there, taking it all in.
Her own eye was attracted by a Master who had a whip tucked into his boot, ready in an instant to hand out discipline to his submissive, a black woman with doe-like eyes, full moist lips and dressed in a transparent silver shift with nothing under it. She knelt at his side as he spoke to several other people.
Sam's hand crept into Geoff's on one side, into Chris's in the other. It wasn't that she was afraid . . . just somewhat overwhelmed. A quick glance at Chris suggested he might be in a similar boat, since he was looking around like some of the others who were obviously less experienced with the BDSM lifestyle. He'd said he'd gone with Geoff to some of his club visits, but she wasn't sure he'd ever been exposed to this size of a crowd or this mix of fetishes before. Geoff seemed less off balance, though from his frequent glances over the two of them, gauging their reaction, and the protective energy vibrating from him, she expected it was the first time he'd brought his own submissive.
She also saw he was right about her getting a lot of admiring looks. She still thought the main reason for it was the corset and mask, because they were a striking combination no matter who was wearing them. But she had to admit she'd never felt so sexy in her entire life.