Page 171 of On a Fault Line

“It’s at my discretion, but my goal as a dominant partner is to understand the submissive’s heart and predict what would be best for her before she has a chance to decide for herself.”

“Interesting…”

“But I have yet to find the perfect submissive who can handle my requirements,” Yuri says softly. “And trust me, I’ve tried.”

It makes me sad. Surely someone as attractive as he is can find someone who would relish in the feeling of being cared for and loved to the max.

Michael nods his head to the side, and Yuri motions with his hand to join the conversation we are openly having. “I prefer the opposite of what Yuri desires, but that’s because I have fun dabbling in other kinks.”

“Like what?” As soon as I ask, I feel suddenly shy. I cover my mouth with my hand.

I swear these men wash away some of my insecurities by their openness. They make me eager to learn, and that makes it easier for me to blurt out questions without any finesse.

Collins tucks me closer to his body, resting a hand on my ass in a possessive move. I can tell he doesn’t feel threatened, and while it does take a mental adjustment for me to accept this public display of affection, I can’t help but enjoy his touch.

And maybe I’m enjoying it too much, because I feel that tingling feeling low in my belly that stretches out to my hands and feet.

“Public acts, group experiences, sharing my partner, video recording, role-playing, breath control, wax play, and if I’m feeling super in the mood—maybe even some degradation and humiliation.” Then Michael smirks at me and wiggles his eyebrows. “That’s just a condensed list of some of my faves.”

“Yup, super basic,” I say with an awkward laugh.

At least they all got my joke.

Collins’s hand slides under my dress, and suddenly I’m no longer in a joking mood. What is he doing? My eyes look up at his, silently asking—here? Without acting like anything is happening, he works his hand between my inner thighs until he finds my bare pussy. My back goes rigid as I comprehend what’s going to happen, all while casually chatting about sexual relationship topics with his sex club friends.

Dayum.

Yup, just a totally normal day in the neighborhood.

Yuri chuckles. “Michael basically likes everything Limit-X has to offer, but then also is begging me to agree to add in a few moreoptionsthat are more at his hardcore speed.”

He shrugs unapologetically, while playfully petting Daphne’s head. “For convenience purposes.”

I didn’t even notice her collar and leash. No wonder she looks like she’s in a state of euphoria. I think she gets off on the exchange of power.

“Right,” Yuri says, expanding the syllables to be more than just the one.

“It’s either that or I’ll stray and find a better place to accommodate my particular tastes.”

“Lies,” Collins comments. “Everyone who knows anything about this place understands your loyalty, Michael.”

I shift my position on Collins’s lap, trying not to draw attention to the fact that his fingers are now stroking the inner lips of my pussy.

How can he be so casual about all of this?

And why does it feel so much better when I have this chance of being caught?

He kisses my neck, making me squirm.

“Are you okay, little fawn?” Yuri asks, probably sensing my sporadic changes in movements.

“Yup,” I say quickly, jamming my elbow discreetly into Collins’s ribs in hope he doesn’t actually make me come again just from his touch. “I’m simply trying to absorb all of this information.”

“Just don’t get overwhelmed,” Michael warns. “The Internet can be a very scary place if you ever decide to explore there. The best thing you can do is ask questions of someone who safely practices the lifestyle.”

Like Collins…

But I don’t quite understand the dynamic he’s looking for other than the contracts he makes partners sign.

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