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They both block me from Sheridan’s view. Jude squeezes my arm. “If you need to back out, say so now. We won’t blame you.”

“It isn’t about that, is it?” Simon asks.

I shake my head and look at Jude. “I told Simon I might want to let Sheridan, um, participate. If neither of you object, I think it could be fun—if he’s into it, anyway. I wasn’t sure at first, but now that I’ve met him…” I shrug.

Jude glances over his shoulder, then looks at his brother. “You’d be cool with this? He’s only wearing a voyeur ribbon; he really only came to watch today. Chloe said last night he did a lot more than watch, though. He’s pretty hardcore, but he followed the rules, so she approved his membership here.”

“Can’t hurt to ask,” Simon says. “But we can wait for the right time. Are you ready to get strapped in?”

He toys with the tie to my robe, and Jude steps to a small plinth at the edge of the platform where the tablet that controls the machine rests. When Simon tugs the end of the tie and my robe falls open, I can’t help but shift my gaze to Sheridan.

He looks completely relaxed and in his element, sitting back in the big chair with the crystal champagne flute in his hand. But when Simon pushes the robe off my shoulders, Sheridan’s eyes blaze. I take a breath and force myself to look at Simon.

He smiles. “Poor guy won’t know what hit him, once he has a taste of you.”

Chapter Fourteen

Jude mans the controls while Simon straps me in, just like this morning. Except unlike this morning, we have an audience.

Sheridan sips his drink while he watches, and I can’t help but look his way every few seconds while Simon secures the body harness and each of the buckled bands in a dozen strategic locations. I feel even more exposed than before, but it’s thrilling, and when Simon pauses to check in, I can’t help but let out a giddy laugh.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I whisper.

“You are meant for this,” Simon whispers back.

I’m in the second position they had me in this morning, the straps supporting me as if I’m seated in a swing, my knees spread wide and my arms raised. He tests the tightness of the harness that crisscrosses over my midsection, then the sections that encompass my groin. They’re no more than a pair of wide loops with a little more give than the other straps to allow for flexion. But when Simon slips his fingers between the strap and my flesh, he keeps going until his knuckles graze my bare core.

When he encounters how very turned on I am, he takes a deep breath and drops his gaze between my thighs. “This only proves my point.” He withdraws his fingers from beneath the strap and lightly coasts a fingertip over the upper ridge of my exposed clit, which pokes out from beneath its hood like the shining pistil of a flower. He applies only slight pressure, but it’s enough to make me gasp.

I peek past his shoulder at Sheridan. Is he turned on watching this? What if he’s so desensitized to this kind of thing that it doesn’t even affect him?

Sheridan’s eyes meet mine, and he licks his lips and smiles. “Looks amazing so far. May I see her?”

Simon steps to the side and faces him. “The straps are nylon encased in a thin layer of high-tech foam and wrapped in cotton microfiber for comfort. The closures are steel with breakaway capability. Everything’s been thoroughly tested for safety.”

Sheridan nods, his gaze fixed on my exposed pussy. God, I hope he isn’t thinking I’m some kind of mutant because of how swollen my clit gets when I’m turned on. But he doesn’t look disgusted by me. On the contrary, he looks distracted. That’s when I notice the prominent bulge in his pants and can’t help but smile.

Simon nods to Jude, who taps the tablet’s screen. The giant rings of the machine shift, moving my limbs until I’m in a standing position with my hands at my sides. I have just enough slack to swing my arms a little.

Sheridan tuts. “I liked the other position better. How many are there to choose from?”

“There are over three hundred configurations loaded into the program,” Jude says. “Obviously there can be infinite configurations, but most of them aren’t positions the human body is capable of, so we’ve blocked the program from adjusting beyond certain angles. It’s about pleasure, not torture, after all.”

“Of course,” Sheridan says. “Show me Sarah’s limit, if you don’t mind. I want to see her gorgeous snatch spread as wide as it will go—if that’s all right with you, Sarah.”

The fact that he’s such a gentleman about it makes his question even hotter.

“I’m pretty flexible,” I say, then nod to Jude, who taps the screen again.

When I met them back at their place before coming to the club, they showed me all the possible positions and let me exclude any I didn’t think I’d be able to endure. I used to do gymnastics in high school, along with cheerleading, and I kept up with my training, so there weren’t many I opted out of.

The rings shift again, the wires holding my harness tightening and lifting me while the ones controlling my limbs raise my arms and legs once more. This time, the machine pulls my legs out to the sides, arranging me into a full split with my arms high above my head. The difference between this and an actual split is that all my weight is supported by the cables attached to my harness. My core throbs with the exposure, and I’m almost positive I’m in danger of dripping.

Sheridan sits forward, fully engaged in the transformation taking place. He’s still looking at my pussy, but lifts his gaze after a moment. “You have the most beautiful vulva and clitoris I have ever seen. I’m glad you don’t shave it bare like most women in the scene. It is nicely trimmed and well-kept. So perfect. May I get a closer look?”

“Please do,” I say. I practically hold my breath when he stands, pausing to carefully adjust his erection. He catches me watching him and smirks.

“It’s a hazard of my profession. I’m used to it,” he says. “But I suspect you’re quite new to this, aren’t you?”

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