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Reyna ignored them all, heading straight for the session sign-up board. She jotted her name down next to one of the resident Dom’s slots and leaned against the wall to wait.

Lyndsey tugged on Jake’s sleeve. “Why is she doing this?”

Jake guided Lyndsey to a private viewing area above the main floor, offering a clear view of the scene Reyna was about to take part in. “You’ll have to ask her yourself.”

Reyna glanced up, catching their movement out of the corner of her eye. She sighed and waved them over. “If you’re going to stare, you might as well make it less creepy.”

Lyndsey flushed but stepped closer. “I wasn’t staring.”

“You were,” Reyna said, smirking. “What’s up, Doc? Got questions?”

Lyndsey hesitated before nodding. “I don’t understand. You’re... so strong. Why would you want to... submit to someone?”

Reyna raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You think submission makes me weak?”

“No,” Lyndsey said quickly. “That’s not what I meant. I just... it’s not something I’ve ever thought about.”

Reyna leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. “Let me ask you something, Lyndsey. You’ve spent your whole life being the one in charge, haven’t you? Managing teams, making decisions, holding all the responsibility.”

Lyndsey nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“And how much pressure does that put on you? How often do you wish someone else would take the reins, just for a little while?”

Lyndsey blinked, her expression softening. “I... I don’t know. Maybe more often than I’d like to admit.”

Reyna’s lips tipped up into a small, knowing smile. “That’s why I do this. When I’m down here, I don’t have to think about the next move, the next threat, or who’s counting on me. I let it all go. The ropes, the impact, the commands—it’s freedom in its purest form. It’s not about weakness. It’s about trust.”

Lyndsey considered her words, her curiosity mingling with a touch of understanding. “And the adrenaline? From earlier?”

“It gets burned off here,” Reyna said simply. “Fighting and running—it jacks you up. A good session brings me back down. Balance.”

Before Lyndsey could respond, the Dom Reyna had signed up with approached. He was tall and lean, his demeanor commanding but calm. “Reyna,” he said, his deep voice a quiet authority. “Are you ready?”

“Always,” Reyna said, her grin returning. She turned back to Lyndsey. “Stay and watch if you want. It might give you some perspective.”

Jake pulled Lyndsey back toward the private viewing area. “Come on. If you’re going to learn, you might as well have the best seat in the house.”

Reyna stepped into the center of the room, letting the Dom guide her into position. As the scene began, Lyndsey couldn’t seem to look away, her earlier confusion giving way to fascination. Jake leaned against the railing beside her, his expression unreadable.

“Cross your arms behind your back, in a U shape,” the Dom softly commanded.

Reyna let out a sigh of relief as she obeyed, her arms folded tightly together with her fingers pointing towards opposite elbows. This position accentuated her breasts. The Dom carefully tied them up with a double column bind and passed the rope around her waist. In the dimly lit room, her skin seemed to radiate.

The Dom worked meticulously, using soft ropes that felt gentle against her skin. He secured the rope with an overhand knot at the front. He tied another knot halfway between her breasts and throat. As he moved the ropes over her shoulders and around her arms, he gently traced the scars that covered her body. At one time she had hated them, now they represented resilience and served as a testament of her survival.

His hands moved slowly and purposefully. By the time he was finished, she was adorned in an intricate tortoiseshell pattern. He passed the rope under her arms and back around to her breasts, causing her nipples to harden in response to the sensation. He gently grazed the rope with his fingers as he tightened it just enough for her to feel it without cutting off circulation but that would leave a beautiful imprint on her skin even after they were removed.

Reyna remained perfectly still as she found peace under his skillful knots. He brought the rope down over her breasts, liftingand shaping them as he knelt down to tie off the design. And she slipped quietly into a place that wasn’t quite subspace, but a peaceful one that would allow her to decompress.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JAKE

Jake leaned against the railing of the private viewing area, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding below. Reyna stood in the center of the dungeon, her arms loose at her sides as the Dom worked with careful precision. The soft ropes gleamed under the low amber lighting, wrapping around Reyna’s body like an intricate web. Each knot was deliberate, each movement controlled.

Beside him, Lyndsey sat rigid, her hands gripping the edge of her seat. Her wide eyes tracked every movement, a mixture of confusion and fascination flickering across her face. Jake could see her confusion in the way she tried to make sense of something that was completely foreign to her.

“This isn’t about restraint,” Jake said, his voice low, cutting through the quiet hum of the room. “It’s about connection. Balance.”

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