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“All right, we’ll go in. Nervousness is okay. Any panic and we’ll pull back and try another time. I expect you to talk to me.”

“I will, Sir.”

He ran his thumb down her cheek. “We don’t have to do anything more than watch or some fun play. It’s only been five weeks since those guys tried to take you.”

She blinked away some tears. She’d never had someone take care of her or put her first the way Curt did. She shook her head. Time to be brave.

“I want this.” But it was more than that. “I need it.”

“Yeah, I think you do. Remember, you can always use your safeword. Say yellow if things are going too fast or you need to pause and talk.”

She nodded. “No ball gag, then?”

He shook his head and relief filled her.

He opened the door then leaned in. “Not tonight anyway.”

Curt almost felt a sense of coming home once he wal

ked into the dungeon at Saxons. Not that he’d played here before. The other day when he’d come to speak to Saxon about becoming a member was the first time he’d ever been inside.

But he knew from speaking to Saxon that he ran a tight ship. Subs were closely watched. The Doms he used to monitor play were experienced and vetted by Saxon. The waitresses were all subs who usually had other jobs but enjoyed special privileges as Saxons subs, as he called them. They got their membership for free and they had the personal protection of Saxon, who spoke to each Dom they wished to play with and handled any negotiations necessary.

Underneath that annoying, sardonic exterior, Saxon was extremely careful and protective of what he considered to be his. Almost made Curt like…no, that wasn’t right, he didn’t like the guy. But he could almost admire him.

As they walked in, he saw the way the Doms in the club turned to stare at his sub, he reached back and pulled her close, taking hold of her hand.

Mine.

He knew he was probably acting too possessive, but he hadn’t realized how hard it would be to have everyone staring at her with hunger. Fuck, how had she gone so long without one of these Doms convincing her to play with them? They wanted her.

And why wouldn’t they? She was gorgeous and delightfully open as she gazed around. Her eyes widened as a sub cried out in pleasure, her Dom using a vibrator on her pussy. The sub was strapped down to an examination table, her feet fastened in the stirrups and spread wide, her arms pinned at her sides as wide leather straps ran over her body, holding her down.

The Dom pulled the vibrator back and his sub cried out, sobbing.

“Please, please, Sir.”

“Archer likes to make them beg,” Saxon said from beside him. Curt felt Jenna jump, she obviously hadn’t seen the other man approach. “He’ll have her sobbing by the time he relents and lets her come.”

Saxon moved around so he stood in front of them. “You’re playing tonight?”

“We are,” Curt said firmly, tensing himself for any argument from Saxon. He’d realized by now how protective the town was of Jenna. It both pleased him and pissed him off a little. Something else to get used to. But Saxon just grinned. There was a gleam in his eyes as he stared down at Jenna. “It’s about time. I thought I was going to have to interfere. Permission to speak to your sub?”

Satisfaction filled him. His sub. He heard Jenna gasp a little, probably shocked that Saxon would ask him for permission to speak to her.

“Go ahead,” he said with a nod, looking down at Jenna, who appeared wide-eyed and a little apprehensive.

Saxon studied Jenna for a moment. “Nervous, pet?”

She looked up at Curt, as though for permission to answer. That feeling of satisfaction grew and he gave her a short nod.

“Yes, Sir.”

Saxon grinned. “Good. A bit of nerves is expected.” He turned to Curt. “I’m sure you’ll be watching for anything else.”

Curt stiffened slightly.

Saxon held up his hands as though in surrender. “No insult implied. The reports from your old club all said you were an experienced Dom. No red flags. But we all know our Jenna has been through a lot lately, I’d be remiss if I didn’t look out for her. I just wanted to make certain that Jenna was ready for this.”


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