“Nothing.”
“Oh, Macie,” he whispers, running his hand down my arm. Goosebumps form on my skin and I begin to quiver. I don’t want to. I don’t want to have this reaction to Tony, to this man I barely know, yet somehow, he’s making me come alive. “A good Dom always knows when his sub is lying.”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Because you’re embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
“Look at this woman on the stage, sweetie. Does she look embarrassed?”
“No. She doesn’t look embarrassed,” I admit. “She looks happy, content. She’s only focusing on herself and her Doms and she doesn’t care that we’re all watching.”
“She’s very brave.”
“Are you asking me to be brave like her?”
“That’s what Anchored is all about. It’s about giving in to your desires. It’s about being bold enough to ask for what you want and to take what you need. It’s about giving and receiving. It’s about celebrating your sexuality. It’s about being courageous enough to give in to what you need. This place isn’t a huge orgy. Oh, plenty of people like to think it is, but it’s not. We’re not all having sex together. Some people here have been with their partners for decades.”
“Really?”
“Truly. There are plenty of people who come here hoping to meet someone, of course, but many couples come here because it’s a safe place to play out fantasies.”
“I watch myself masturbate in front of my bedroom mirror,” I whisper.
“I bet you look incredibly sexy doing that, Macie.”
“It’s embarrassing to say it out loud.”
“Not at all. You’re a gorgeous woman. I’m sure you look fantastic.” I feel him against my ass, I realize. He’s hard for me, hard thinking about the way I look when I touch myself, and that makes me feel very, very sexy. I’m filled with feminine power, suddenly, and I feel really, really good.
No wonder people like this whole kink thing.
“Do you masturbate often, Macie?” His voice is low, quiet in my ear. No one else can hear what he’s saying. We’re surrounded by people, but they’re all focused on the trio on stage. No one is paying any attention to Tony and me or the way we’re getting cozy and close.
Suddenly, I wonder what it would be like to sleep with Tony. He would be Dominating, of course, but he would be gentle, too. I’m sure of it. Something tells me that a man like Tony isn’t going to leave his submissive wanting. He’s going to show her what it means to be taken care of.
“Every day,” I admit.
“Do you read dirty books to turn yourself on?”
“Never.”
“Watch porn?”
“No.”
“Then you must have quite an active imagination, sweetheart. Tell me, what do you think about when you touch that pretty pink pussy of yours?”
“Holy dragons,” I whisper. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, honey,” he chuckles. “You’re going to hear a lot dirtier words than that come out of my mouth.”
“I’ve never told anyone what I fantasize about,” I admit. “But then again, no one has ever asked me.”