Page 158 of Heart of Stone

“That’s okay. Standing is fine with me. Besides, this way I can dance with you.” I wiggled my eyebrows and swayed closer to him. Placing one hand on his hip while balancing my drink with the other, I moved my hips in time with the music. “Thank you for bringing me here tonight. This place is definitely…well, different. But I think I’m starting to understand what you mean about trust being the foundation for everything.”

“Hmm,” Alexander murmured into my ear. “I’m glad about that. But personally, I can’t wait to get home and get your swivel hips tied down.”

I shivered in anticipation.

“I hope you don’t expect me to call you my Master,” I joked. “We still have a long way to go before I can do that.”

Alexander’s hand suddenly stiffened on my shoulder, making me thing that I had said something wrong. I stopped dancing to look up at him. Whatever was behind me had caught his attention, and his eyes flashed angrily. I turned to see what it was that he was looking at, and saw a beautiful red head walking towards us. I groaned inwardly.

Ugh! Another redhead?

“Hello, Alex,” she purred when she reached us.

“Beat it, Sasha,” Alexander snapped. I could feel his tension mounting, his grip becoming tighter on my shoulder.

The girl circled slowly around me, sizing me up. I felt like I was being stalked. Her hand reached up and wrapped around my neck, taking me by surprise. Her grip was soft, yet firm at the same time.

She’s a Dominant.

I stood frozen, not sure what to do. I wanted to slap her hand away, but I certainly didn’t want to make a scene. From what I saw on the dance floor, it was quite possible this was just another normal behavior in The Dungeon.

“That’s enough,” Alexander said, pushing her hand away. “We’re not here for this. We are only here as observers.”

“Alex, don’t be rude. She’s clearly your Sub. It’s only polite for you to share her with a fellow Dom,” she said sweetly, reaching to cup my breast. I let out a gasp of surprise when she pinched my nipple through the thin material of my blouse.

My breathing sped up and my cheeks flushed, shocked by her brazenness.

“No,” he reaffirmed through clenched teeth.

I looked back and forth between the two of them. She looked like the cat that swallowed the canary, while Alexander looked as though he might rip the woman’s throat out. I had never seen him look so visibly angry.

“Why don’t you let her decide? Look at how flushed her cheeks are. She seems to be enjoying herself,” she challenged.

Alexander looked at me, his blue eyes silently questioning. I wasn’t sure what to do. My sudden arousal was unexplainable. Maybe it was from watching the woman on the cross. Or perhaps I was hyped up from the blatant sexuality that was prevalent in every corner of the club. Whatever it was, there was no denying that Sasha’s touch was a complete turn on for one reason or another.

I returned Alexander’s stare, trying to decipher what he was trying to tell me, when I suddenly remembered a certain word that I had once highlighted in red.

Threesomes.

It felt like a lifetime ago that Alexander and I had sat in his office and went through a list of limitations. Having a threesome was among my list of hard limits. But then again, so was anything anal. It was unsettling to realize how quickly I changed my mind about things that I had once said I would never do.

“Have you shared a submissive with others before?” I asked. His eyes seared into me, but I could feel his hesitation. He looked conflicted, as if he were deciding on how much to reveal.

“Yes,” he finally responded.

I took a closer look at Sasha. She wasn’t as pretty as I had initially thought. Her natural hair color was blond, as I could see the roots beneath the artificial fiery red. Cold gray eyes sat too small in her face, and were smudged heavily with liner that was black as midnight. Her mouth was turned up in an arrogant sneer, giving her an air of malevolence.

I turned back to Alexander, conflicted about the unexpected and not so welcomed proposition.

“Do you want me to do this?” I asked him. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. I could see the burn in his eyes.

“Since this is her first time, I’ll go easy on her,” she said smugly to Alexander. She grabbed hold of my shirtfront and pulled me close. I briefly caught the triumphant gleam in her eyes, before her tongue swiped up my neck. Her teeth grabbed hold of my earlobe and her breath was hot in my ear as she whispered, “So fresh…what shall I make you do?”

Suddenly, I was afraid. Very afraid.

Oh my god. I didn’t agree to this! How did it get to this point?

It had all happened so fast that I had little time to process the situation, but I knew that this woman was not messing around.

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