Yes, what was happening onstage was the epitome of all she felt and knew about herself, about the relationship between her, Geoff and Chris. But they weren't an exact copy of Madison and Logan, or any of the other Dom/sub relationships here. They were their own unique world, with a language that was different, tailored to their experiences together. She needed an expression of that here and now, her body and soul hungry for it.
Maybe Geoff wasn't as experienced a Dom as Logan, but he picked up on her desires as if they were his own, and maybe they were. He lifted her arm at last, transferring her wrist to the hold of his other hand, which stretched her arm out over his thighs. Sliding beneath her elbow, he reached between her legs. Sam drew in a breath as he pressed a finger under the elastic edge of the silky thong. He dipped and played, making her thighs tremble in their locked-and-spread condition. He pressed in deeper, and she swallowed a noise of pure carnal need. As he withdrew, he gave her inner thigh a brief stroke.
Chris had been watching, so Geoff didn't have to command his attention beyond the lifting of his fingers, glistening with her response. An offer to taste.
He'd left his fingers low enough that when Chris leaned over her, his shoulder and mostly bare side pressed against her arm, his hair brushing her breasts, pillowed high over the corset's hold. It kept their activities from disrupting the view of those behind them, but it also put Chris in a deferential pose toward Geoff. She wasn't sure if he registered that, not until he put his mouth fully over Geoff's two fingers, taking them deep in his mouth. Sam could feel the desire to take over push hard against the wall of Geoff's self-control. Chris's brown eyes gleamed with a feral look that said he relished the challenge.
Sam thought she might forget how to breathe entirely. Especially when Chris took his time licking her taste off Geoff's fingers. The shift of his body rubbed the harness and muscled flesh against her arm, the straps and metal rings cool against her in contrast. As Chris sucked on Geoff's fingers, her Master traced Chris's lips with his thumb, moving outward along his jaw. When he freed his hand and Chris started to lift his head, Geoff dropped down to capture him with a brief, hard clasp of Chris's throat that had her heart stuttering. Her Master held them in momentary stasis, his gaze lit with gold-and-green fire. She remembered what he'd said to her when Chris was changing, about wanting to take, to possess, to have them both on their knees. She saw all of that in his face, and so many other emotions, many of which spilled out of her own heart when Chris, picking up on what Geoff was emoting, turned his head to press a single, hard kiss against Geoff's forearm.
He shifted his gaze back to Geoff's face. Chris's expression was unreadable, but he didn't draw away until Geoff opened his hand. Before sitting back, Chris kissed her, letting her smell herself on his lips. She made a tiny, plaintive noise against him, and he dropped his hand back to her wrist, sliding it to the arm of the chair and holding it there once again as Geoff did the same on the opposite end. A reminder of restraint, of their ownership of her heart, mind and soul. And a way to connect them all once more.
Sam's gaze reluctantly turned back to the stage, only because Geoff directed her attention that way with an imperious nod and a squeeze of his hand. Logan had put Madison back on her hands and knees facing the audience and was rising, obviously more assured now of his sub's state of mind.
"Right now, she's at perfect rest," Logan said, low, not disrupting the hushed suspense of those watching. "She's attentive to my voice, to my desires, because they are aligned with her own. It takes time to get here. This was a simple exercise. There are far more complicated ones. As each of us explore relationships as Doms and subs, there are plenty of times it doesn't go this smoothly. It could have gone that way tonight. She could have taken one extra step and needed the human net I provided to keep her safe. But that wouldn't have ruined anything. It's a chance to adjust, to learn, to becom
e closer." He lifted a brow, his lip quirking. "And an opportunity for me to impose direction or correction."
A small wave of laughter came from the Dominants in the audience. Geoff squeezed Sam's hand, and she remembered that night when he and Chris had punished her to bring her back on course again. It had been painful, her emotions so scattered, but she knew she'd want something like it to happen again. Maybe not for the reasons it had happened that night, but for the thrill of taking punishment, what it would give Geoff and her both. And Chris was definitely getting into it. Good thing she did relish punishment.
Logan stepped behind Madison and dropped to one knee again. Curling a restraining hand on her shoulder, he stretched his other arm out behind her, bringing it forward in an upward sweep. Sam jumped in her seat as he gave Madison's backside a resounding blow. Her generous breasts, partly revealed by the chemise top, quivered. Madison let out a small noise.
"What do you say, Madison?"
"Thank you, sir."
"More?"
"If it pleases my Master."
"I could spank your beautiful ass all day. Nothing would please me more."
The bells on her ankles were making that lovely, shivering music once more as her legs quivered. He gave her three more strikes, and she was taking little nervous licks of her lips by the end. He slid the leggings down, but since she was facing the audience, her nudity was implied rather than revealed. He gave her five more and, when she was curling her fingers into the wood of the stage, he dropped his hand lower behind her.
From the writhing of her hips, the sudden gasp, her moan of response, he was playing with her cunt. Geoff's hand slid back between Sam's legs again, and Chris's left the seat to drape over her shoulder, caress the top of her breast. Sam bit back a moan just like Madison's. If others in the audience were reacting the same way, it would explain the density of sexual energy closing in around all of them. It saturated the air.
"Nice and wet. When we talked about this, you thought you couldn't do it onstage, but I knew you could. Do you know why, Madison?"
"Because . . . we're alone."
"That's right. Just as I told you. Doesn't matter if we're in front of a thousand people, in front of a small group like this or at home. It's always just you and me. It's only about what I demand of you and what you surrender to me. Isn't it?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Because I want to hear you. No shyness now, baby. You're going to come . . . right . . . now."
Sam shuddered as Madison climaxed. Her own pussy pulsed frantically against Geoff's hand, her back arching, lifting her breast into Chris's touch. She whispered his name as he bent and pressed a kiss to her throat. When he sat back, she saw Logan had an arm around Madison's waist, his shirt pulling over his broad shoulders, his haunches and thighs tight under the hold of the jeans as he gave her stability, worked her to completion.
After she was done, her head dropped down, shoulders rising and falling to catch her breath. Logan pulled her leggings back in place, then lowered her into a fetal position onstage. Troy brought him a blanket, which Logan wrapped around her tenderly. Watching the large man curl over her, bend down on his elbows to kiss her temple, her lips, made Sam's heart melt. He put a hand on his sub, then rose, standing over her so she was curled around his feet.
He spoke with a quiet authority that reached every corner. "And that's what it's all about, isn't it?"
Single-word responses rose from the audience like random notes on a piano that connected to create a song. All in the same low tones, all fervent agreement. She even heard a couple of Amens.
Logan waited until it was quiet again. Then his gaze swept the audience, his expression changing. Sam thought he looked momentarily almost hesitant, then a rueful smile crossed his handsome features, as if he'd admonished himself. He straightened, his natural confidence gripping him once more.
"Whether you realize it or not, many of you have been instrumental in helping Madison and me find our way together. Once she trusts a Master, a submissive who dreams of being collared trusts him with that dream, those hopes for a permanent bond and connection. We Masters may not be as open about our hopes and dreams, but I can tell you that finding the submissive we want to collar completes our hearts just as much."
Sam looked toward Geoff, finding his expression open to her and Chris, his heart in his eyes, a full agreement. She mouthed the words I love you. When Chris reached behind her and gripped Geoff's shoulder hard, tears pricked her eyes. But it was Logan who pressed the trigger that had them overflowing.