Page 27 of Entice

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“Much of what you’ve told me, I’ve never thought about. Thank you,” Crystal said.

“Will it help you with my case?” Sage asked.

“I think it will. I need to further digest the information, but it sure seems like we’re on the right side of this.”

Sage reached out and captured Crystal’s hands in hers. “Thank you. I feel so lost without Brady.”

Crystal empathized with Sage. Sage had told her how she and Brady met and how they managed to mesh together.

“I’m going to do my best, along with Jordan, to make sure you and Brady are back together.”

Sage nodded and let go of Crystal’s hands.

Crystal tilted her head as she noticed a small group gathering near one of the stages. “What is going on over there?”

Sage turned in her seat. “A scene along with some instruction. Come on.” Sage rose to her feet and took her by the arm. “This will help you learn more.”

Before Crystal could say anything, Sage was pulling her across the room. She found an empty sofa and pushed Crystal down before sitting next to her. “I’m sure Master Jordan told you about protocol, but you don’t interrupt a scene.”

“Right, I remember.” Crystal glanced at the stage. There was a beautiful blonde woman being restrained to a chair, and Jordan stood off to the side. What was he doing up there?

“Take your time,” Jordan said, his voice clear and loud enough those close to the stage could hear.

Crystal froze. The music was still on, but much softer than before, as if it had been turned down. Interesting.

“That’s it,” Jordan said. “Run your fingers over her skin, touching, finding those spots that make her squirm or flush.”

The woman shifted as the man ran his fingers over the top of her breasts, and it was then Crystal realized the woman was naked. Funny how, once she entered the club, she never gave a thought to how people were dressed or, in this case, not dressed.

“You like this, baby?” the man said, squeezing the woman’s nipple.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Help me.” Crystal leaned closer to Sage and kept her voice low. “I don’t understand the Sir and Master bits.”

“It’s a sign of respect and knowing who is in charge, like you called me ma’am.”

“But why do some people refer to Jordan as Master Jordan?”

“Because he’s one of the founders of the club in addition to Master Max and Master Damon.”

Jordan had mentioned the three of them started the club, but he’d left out the Master part. “Got it.”

The woman squealed, and Crystal turned her attention back to the stage. The man had a feather in his hand and was running it over her breasts, then down her belly and back up.

Crystal squirmed in her seat. How would the feather feel on her skin? Would Jordan torment her as this man was doing or just tease her a little bit? Both, she bet. And suddenly, she knew she wanted to find out.

She drew in a deep breath. Oh, brother. She wanted to explore kink with Jordan. Not that she hadn’t been thinking about it, but now her brain lit up withlet’s go for it,and at the same time, her heart said,Trust Jordan. Play with him.

Crystal clamped a hand over her mouth before the laughter bubbling up escaped. Was she crazy? Not really. She wanted to explore this attraction to Jordan, and this seemed like a good way. Who knew, maybe kink was her thing?

Slut. Whore. Sinner.Her parents’ voices filtered through her head, but she pushed them away. They were in the past. She controlled her life now.

“Very good, now take the next toy and run it over her skin,” Jordan said.

For the next thirty minutes, Crystal watched as the Dom, with instructions from Jordan, tormented his sub. Crystal was fascinated at how the sub reacted, but also the Dom. They both seemed to be enjoying themselves.

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