Page 33 of His to Explore
I lean back in the booth, bringing her with me to rest against my chest, both of our eyes back on the dancers. But I’m no longer paying close attention. My mind is pre-occupied with what Kensie just told me.
She likes the idea of multiple men touching a woman at once. It isn’t really a surprise—she’d checked the box for threesome on the interest sheet I’d given her when we first started this. I’d been pleased at the time, as threesomes and menage have always been favorites of mine.
But she’s never brought it up during any of our talks about her fantasies, and the more time we spent together, the less I really thought about the possibility.
But I’m thinking about it now, and I’m not quite sure what to do with that. The idea of another man touching Kensie makes me feel murderous, the jealousy rising thick and strong in my throat until it’s almost a struggle to breathe.
But my cock is also getting hard under her.
“Have you fantasized about this?” I whisper into her ear.
“Yes,” she admits, eyes never leaving the stage, and everything in me wants to destroy the faceless, imaginary men she’s fantasized about.
Fuck, this woman makes me irrational.
“Tell me what you fantasize about,” I demand.
She sucks in a shaky breath, her cheeks reddening. “I…um…I like the idea of being restrained while there’s…you know. More than one man.”
“Hmm.” My voice is a low rumble in her ear. “And do you fantasize about all of these touching you?” She nods. “Their mouths on you?” Her nod is faster, more urgent. “You wantthem to be in charge, don’t you? You want to be at their mercy.” This time she lets out a little whimper.
I close my eyes. Kensie is basically telling me that she’s down to explore my favorite fantasy. I’ve tried just about every filthy thing a person could imagine inside the walls of this club, but multiple men with one woman has always been at the top of my list—and for the very reasons she’s saying. The power dynamic, the focus on her pleasure. Even the objectification. It fucking ignites something inside me.
But I haven’t imagined doing that with her, not since I read the survey, at least. Not since I got to know her and my feelings become…whatever this is.
I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it. Can I really let another man come into the playroom with us? Can I really stand by and let someone else touch her?
But isn’t this what you’re supposed to be doing?I ask myself. I promised her I would help her get comfortable in her sexuality, guide her as she figures out what she likes. I take a lot of pride in that role, and I assured her we wouldn’t drop the fantasy exploration when she agreed to “more.”
If she’s into this, and she trusts me enough to tell me about it, shouldn’t I make it happen for her? Isn’t that my job?
There are appreciative murmurs around the room as the music reaches a crescendo, and I’m sure the dancers on stage are reaching new heights of erotic beauty
But I can’t tear my eyes away from Kensie’s face. Her beautiful, excited face. So beautiful and sexy. Somine.
Can I share her?
I swallow hard, afraid to ask my next question. I still can’t tell if I’m excited or sickened by the possibility of her answer.
“Do you want to try it?” I ask, my voice rough and raspy. “Do you want me to arrange something like this for us?”
She gasps and turns back to me, and I can’t read her expression. Surprised? Excited? Scared?
“You can tell me,” I assure her, but there’s a part of me that wishes we hadn’t stayed to watch the show tonight. “You can trust me.” I hold her gaze. “Do you want to try this?”
She’s quiet for a moment, studying me. I find myself holding my breath, knowing that whatever she says next has the power to change everything.
“Yes,” she finally whispers. “I want to try this.”
GRANT
Iarrange the scene for the next weekend, just a week after the stage show. I think there’s a part of me that’s worried if I wait any longer, I’ll talk myself out of it.
I get out Kensie’s old survey and go through the options she selected—two to four men maximum, yes to restraint, yes to light spanking during menage, no paddles or impact implements when more than one man is present.
And oral and vaginal intercourse with all participants are both checked. I have to pour myself a scotch when I read that part.
I decide to split the difference of her two to four men request and ask two Dom’s to join us. Finding participants is easy—Cameron and Anthony are experienced Dominants and long-standing members at Club Wyld. I’ve done plenty of scenes with them in the past, and I know that I can trust them.
