Page 45 of Vengeful Seduction
The club was not open to the public. There were no signs. If you didn’t know what it was, you weren’t supposed to be there, and I had always liked the privacy when I did play.
Brent was already there, waiting just outside the entrance. He grinned at me in greeting, and I returned the expression with a nod. It felt so wrong, suddenly, being friends with the man who was after my wife.
But it was the about the plan, damn it. Why did I have such a hard time keeping it in mind sometimes?
We were all very quiet, especially Kaye. Brent didn’t seem nervous at all, but even if he had been, he wouldn’t have shown it.
I was. I would admit it, though only to myself. I was nervous because I thought I just might be pushing her too far, too fast. Kaye had obviously never done anything like this before, and I thought there was a chance, however slight …
I shook my head. I wasn’t going to lose her, at least not until I was ready. She was utterly devoted to me. And when she took off the coat that had hidden her gorgeous, corset-clad self, I knew she would be someone people paid attention to. No one would be so crass as to stare, at least not blatantly, but she would be desired.
And she was mine. All mine.
“Damn,” Brent whispered beside me. Luckily, Kaye didn’t notice. She seemed somewhat lost in her own thoughts. Still, the fact was she was there and it touched me. She was here for me, and I knew it. She never would have come here if not for me wanting her to.
She was interested, though. I could swear it. When I’d dressed her in the outfit she now wore, she had been aroused. I could pretty much smell it on her, and even though this was—as I constantly told myself—all just for the plan, I had to think it would also be a lot of fun.
I shot Brent a bit of a look, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy looking at Kaye—at the way her gorgeous body was displayed. Maybe it wouldn’t have bothered me so much, but I knew Brent was going to possess her body some day. He was going to make Kaye fall for him, and I thought he could do it.
“Keep it in your pants,” I whispered back, just slightly irritated. I could try to tell myself—and I did—that my objection was just to keep him from flying off the handle and pushing too fast, but part of me knew better.
I put my arm around my wife’s waist and stopped her just outside the door. In my hand, I held the collar and the leash, which I had shown her earlier. I hadn’t made her wear it right away, but I wanted her to remember it.
“If you like what we see, I’ll put this on you,” I whispered, and I could swear I saw a flicker of interest in her brilliant green eyes.
She nodded slowly, then actually shot me a spirited wink.
“We’ll see,” she murmured, and I smirked. She hadn’t said no. She very definitely hadn’t.
Kaye was sweet, but she knew her own mind. If she absolutely didn’t want any of this, she never would have come at all. Something about this, at the very least, intrigued her.
Together, the three of us went inside. I stayed close to Kaye to watch her reaction, even the slightest ones she gave. She seemed fairly passive and calm—I was getting good at reading her.
The room was lit, but only with low light. Everything could be seen, but there was an aura of mystery to the place that suited it.
There wasn’t a lot in the way of actual equipment—not in the first room. There was a spanking bench, padded and comfortable, various restraints, and a table of basic implements like floggers, but not much more. It was just there to show people what was available in the private rooms. This was the room where newcomers were made comfortable—newcomers such as Kaye. It was the most public room, meant to give people a taste of what they could be getting into, hopefully without freaking them out.
As Kaye, Brent, and I quietly took our places in the comfortable seats set around the perimeter of the room, none of us said so much as a word. I made sure Kaye sat beside Brent, but beside me, too, so she was between us.
Maybe Brent was a talented Dom, but I knew Kaye, and I knew she would be far more comfortable if she was close to her new husband. She rested her hand on my leg and I could feel her fingers trembling just a little.
Trembling with arousal or fear? Both, I thought, and I placed my hand on her slender one, comforting her. It seemed to work and she got brave enough to look into the center of the room.
There, a pretty woman (though not as pretty as Kaye) was being tied to the spanking bench. Her knees were on the lower platform and her breasts, which were bare, were pressed against the upper level. Her ankles were tied to the corners, then her wrists, and she squirmed.
It was obvious, though, that she was moving not to get away, but because she was so aroused she couldn’t hold her movements back. Everything about her screamed of arousal, from the arch of her back to the way she pressed her ass back, as though begging for someone to hit her.
The Dom was a man I didn’t recognize, but who seemed pretty typical of the place—a rich businessman of some sort. He approached her fully clothed, whereas she was almost naked. Only a pair of bright red underpants shielded her modesty, and I heard Kaye gasp beside me at the wanton sight.
My cock twitched in my pants, but not for the young sub on the stage. No, it was all for the woman beside me—my wife—who was so hot with arousal that I could actually feel her burning beside me. Her hand gripped my leg, squeezing it tightly.
In the middle of the room, the Dom picked up a flogger—a relatively light, gentle one—meant to work his sub up for the more intense play to come.
“Remember your safe word,” the man murmured, but loud enough for all of us to hear. I felt Kaye turn to look at me, but I just placed a finger to my lips. If we went further, and I fully intended to make it happen, I would explain then.
“I remember, master,” the sub murmured, her voice low and slightly hoarse with desire. “Please hit me. I’ve been such a bad girl.”
She looked around, and I could see, even from a couple of feet away, that she was excited. Her eyes shone and she was definitely an exhibitionist. She was obviously feeding off of the attention of the small crowd.
