“Are we talking about pain?”
“No, domination. Submission. Tonight, at the club, I’ll expect you to follow instructions. To obey. I’ll punish you if you don’t. Within reason, and with safewords, of course, and only if you want it. It’s meant to turn you on.”
I’m already turned on, Julian. “That sounds good to me.”
“What’s off the table?”
My eyes are glued to the bag. What’s in it? “What do you mean?”
“Someone will make you complete a checklist in the club,” he says. “But just so we’re clear, is sex on the table?”
“Absolutely.” I think about his question and add, “As long as it’s not on the center stage or anything like that.”
Damien chuckles from the front seat. “Nothing public then?”
“Not tonight.”
Julian’s eyes flare with heat. “Interesting,” he murmurs. “What about double penetration?”
Need surges in my blood, and I squirm on the leather seat. They’d asked me this question ten years ago, and then, after what seemed like hours of teasing and foreplay, they’d both fucked me. Hard. It was overwhelming in the best way. “I’m into that, yes.”
“Good.” His lips curl up in a half-smile. “You know how safewords work?”
I nod. “Red, yellow, green?”
“The club monitors will discuss this too. Safewords exist for a reason. If something we’re doing isn’t working for you, use them at any time.”
A wave of lust sweeps over me. I nod again. “I will.”
“Good girl.” He pulls a buttplug out of the bag, along with a bottle of lube. The plug is new, still in its packaging. He opens it and squeezes some lube over it.
I watch his fingers work, and my body throbs with desire.
“Pull the dress up to your waist,” Julian orders. He leans back against the leather seat and watches me. He might look relaxed, but I see the bulge in his trousers. He’s not as unaffected as he’s pretending to be.
I unbuckle my seatbelt, half-rise out of my seat, and yank the dress up.
Damien swears under his breath. “You keep that up,” he says, “And I’m going to crash.” He brings the SUV to a stop at the side of the road. We’re on a dark side street. It’s mostly businesses here, so there’s not much traffic after work hours. “Okay, carry on.”
“Someone could see.”
“There’s no one around,” Julian says. “And Damien’s windows are tinted. Take off your panties, Sophia.”
I have a safeword. I can call this off anytime. But I don’t want to.
Damien watches me in the rearview mirror, his eyes dark pools of lust.
I wriggle my panties down my hips, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’re a voyeur tonight?” I ask Damien. “Not planning on participating?”
“All in good time,” he replies.
“Eyes on me,” Julian says, his tone steely. “There are only two words I want to hear from you, Sophia, and those are ‘Yes, Sir.’ Is that clear?”
A dizzying wave of arousal slams through me.
“Plus, your safewords,” Damien reminds me. “You can use those at any time.”
I’m about to tell him I know that and then remember Julian’s instructions. “Yes, Sir.”