Page 71 of Harmless Scandals

It was going to be interesting to see Serenity’s reaction to it. He had been happy when Mick said he could take the lead. They traded off, and sometimes, he was okay with Mick playing the Dom. Tonight though, he wanted to be the one. He knew they wouldn’t go into a full-fledged submission.

None of them were ready for that.

He leaned forward so that his mouth was close to her ear. Drawing in a deep breath, he reminded himself to stay in control. It wasn't usually a problem for him. In fact, he was sometimes too controlled, or so Mick claimed. But with Serenity, it was different. As both he and Mick had acknowledged, this relationship wasn't the same as their previous threesomes.

He glanced over at his partner, who was watching the room below. As if sensing his study, Mick turned toward him. Each of them was wound tight. Adam leaned over and brushed his mouth over Mick's without either of them closing their eyes. They didn't know exactly what they had been looking for, but if this worked out with Serenity, they might have found a woman for the two of them.

There was a murmur that moved through the crowd, and he realized that the St. John's had entered the room. Eli was a big guy, no shirt, and damned leather pants that molded perfectly to his ass. But tonight, the woman drew his attention.

He'd met Crysta a time or two. She was tall, part African-American, part Hawaiian. She was already naked when they walked into the room. He turned back to Serenity and drew in another long breath. Sweet rose filled his senses. These days, that always aroused him. It was her, that flower scent mixed in with her own essence that could draw him in every time. He would immediately become aroused in the way he would when he detected sandalwood--Mick's favorite cologne.

Her gaze was fixed on the scene below, and while they didn't play in public, there was no reason that they couldn't start a little play in the club.

“Put your hands on the railing,” he whispered in her ear.

She didn't even hesitate. She did as he ordered, her attention still on the couple below. St. John strapped his wife down then walked over to pick out his toy of choice.

“Hmm, which one do you like?”

“What?” Her voice shook when she asked the question.

“How would you like to be spanked? Just a bare hand? Or maybe a nice little flogger?”

“I haven't given it much thought.”

“Liar. I know you have.” That he didn't know, but he had an idea after the demonstration, she would be very interested in it.

“I think I would like the paddle.”

“Hmm,” was all he said as he lowered his head so he could taste her flesh. He pressed his mouth against the sensitive flesh just behind her ear, then he pulled her earlobe into his mouth. She shuddered and turned her head.

“Eyes forward, Serenity.”

Again, like a good little sub, she did as he told her. How had this woman never taken the chance to learn about the lifestyle? She seemed perfectly suited for it.

He watched her watch the spanking. St. John had picked a paddle, Serenity's choice. The day before, another box of toys had arrived at the house, and he had cursed Mick for buying it. Now, though, the paddle, flogger, and crop seemed like perfect timing.

The first hit of the paddle against Crysta's ass sounded through the club. For the demonstration, the St. John's had requested no music. Serenity’s breath caught. If he hadn't been paying so much attention to her, he would have missed it. Each whack of the paddle heightened her arousal. It was easy to see. Her breathing increased and he watched her pulse beat harder in her neck. She licked her lips and transferred her weight back and forth between her feet.

“Stop moving.”

She made an irritated sound, but she did as he asked.

Now it was time to turn up the heat. She needed to understand just what she would gain from submitting to them.

“No moving, unless I tell you. Nod if you understand?”

She nodded.

“Keep your eyes on them. You like that. I can tell. I want to paint a picture of what we can offer. What I think you need.”

She drew in a deep breath.

“We both like to spank. A woman who likes to be spanked gets so fucking wet. Just watching it has you dripping, doesn't it?”

She nodded.

“Your nipples get tight, your pussy drips and you are going to want to come, but see, we control that too. We give you permission, and we don't like to do anything quickly, but you already know that, don't you?”

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