Page 4 of The Assignment: Room 3

“What are they doing?” She points to a couple on the other side of the room. There’s a swing hanging from the ceiling. Two men are helping a sub into the restraints, positioning her legs wide in the stirrup-style restraints. They do a good job tying ropes around her wrists, rendering her helpless and completely at their mercy.

“It’s a sex swing. Pretty self-explanatory, no?”

Her face is a picture as her eyebrows shoot up. “She can’t move.”

I softly tilt her head as I whisper in her ear. “Exactly how she wants it. Look at her, Jenna. She’s fucking desperate to be fucked. She’s in complete control.”

“Why does she want it?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“The same reason you’re wet right now.” Her sharp intake of breath tells me everything I need to know. “Am I wrong?”

She can’t even look at me, her gaze fixed on the woman being railed by two guys and loving it. “No.”

“You’re allowed to be intrigued. It doesn’t make you a bad girl… unless that’s what you crave.”

“I…”

I don’t lay a finger on her, but I know she’s turned on.

“Take a seat, Jenna.” She does as I ask. The rapid rise and fall of her chest are so predictable. “Now, spread your legs.”

“I’m wearing a dress.”

“Yes. Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes.”

“Then spread your legs.” I slowly take a seat at her side. Shedoes as she’s told like a good little submissive. “Do you feel that, Jenna?”

“What?”

“The thrill it gives you, knowing anyone in this room could see your legs wide open.”

“I…” She’s about to shut her legs, so I push her a little further.

“Slide your hand over your panties, Jenna. Tell me if you’re wet.”

She hesitates. “I can’t. What if someone sees?”

“Then they’ll see. Why do you care? You go out of your way to come to this club. The people here right now don’t care if you get yourself off. Or if you let someone else do it. Touch yourself.”

She starts at her knee, slowly moving her hand up, an inch at a time, her eyes flitting closed as her fingers slip over her pussy, a tiny scrap of lace preserving her modesty.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel?”

“Turned on.”

“What turns you on, Jenna?” I’m very careful not to touch her.

“All of it.”

“The dicks. The pussy. Look to your left. The Dom over there is watching you while that sub sucks his cock.”

She snaps her legs closed. “I can’t do this.”

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