And she looks brave.
Fierce.
Confident.
I want that kind of confidence. I want to be able to walk into a room full of people and be naked and not care. I want to know that I look good, and that even if my body isn’t perfect, that it’s still sexy and fantastic.
That’s what this sub is doing.
She reminds me of myself. She’s got a few stretch marks and a little bit of a belly, but she knows how damn sexy she looks right now. You don’t have to be a model to be beautiful. You don’t have to be a size zero to be gorgeous. You can be a size 2, or a size 12, or a size 22, and still be beautiful.
I want that, I realize.
Is this what the whole kink thing is about?
I’m realizing that coming to Anchored is nothing like I expected. I sip my drink as I watch the scene. Tony stands behind me, openly touching me, but I’m not embarrassed or scared. Lily and Christina both wink at me, and a woman walking by sees me with Tony and gives me a thumbs-up, and I feel great.
I feel like the world is my oyster.
Maybe being kinky isn’t just about being wild or dirty or crazy. Maybe it’s just about believing in yourself enough to go after the things you want. If you want to be naked on a stage for all of the club to see, that’s okay. If you want to dress up and role play, that’s okay. If you want to try rope play, that’s okay.
All of it’s okay.
And I’m suddenly realizing that’s what it’s all about.
The scene ends, and the crowd applauds. I watch as the Dom lifts his sub into his arms and carries her away.
“Where are they going?” I ask Tony.
“He’s going to give her aftercare,” he explains. “After an intense scene, a lot of subs experience an emotional drop. Aftercare could mean hugs and kisses and cuddles, but it also includes talking.”
“And it’s very important,” Christina says. “Trust me. I speak from experience. If you aren’t getting aftercare, you’re going to have a hard time.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say.
“The club is closing,” Jaxson says. “So it’s time to head home. Are you ready?”
No, my heart whispers. Not at all.
“Give me a minute?”
“Of course. Meet us by the doors.” Jaxson pats Thorn on the shoulder, and he heads to the front of the club with Lily, Christina, and Zack. I turn around and look at Tony. Then I place my hands on his shoulders.
“Tonight has been wonderful,” I tell him.
“For me, as well.” He kisses me softly, sweetly, and runs his hands through my hair. “Thank you for everything.”
“It was fun.”
“Did you enjoy being a little wild?”
“I did,” I admit. “More than I should.”
“I still owe you an orgasm,” he whispers.
“Maybe we could…”
“Maybe we could what?” He asks, looking at me. He doesn’t look unkind. He just looks patient, thoughtful. He doesn’t seem like he’s opposed to me asking him out, but he’s not going to make it easy for me, either.