Page 8 of Possession

Chapter 4

Joseph

Violet.Her eyes were the most stunning shade of violet. I could almost get lost in them. I was also curious to see how she responded to Nat. He was being aggressively forward, but between the two of us he enjoyed the slightly darker elements of our lifestyle — my penchant for breath play not withstanding. If she couldn’t handle what he dished out, no matter how disappointed I ended up, it was best to find out now.

Madeline’s eyes darkened at Nat’s command and her pupils dilated in arousal. I swore she let out a soft sigh of content. I waited with bated breath, wondering how she’d respond to the simple, but forceful, instruction. I could sense her indecision, and wasn’t sure if it was Nat’s presumptive nature or something else holding her back. Nat’s expression turned predatory when she blinked those gorgeous orbs and made her decision with a softly uttered, “Yes, Master.”

I leaned down and murmured into her ear. “You won’t regret this, Madeline. We’ll take extremely good care of you.”

She looked us over and her lips turned up. “I’m looking forward to it. Master.” She tacked on the honorific at the end.

“Is there anyone you need to check in with?” Nat questioned.

The few tendrils of hair fluttered back and forth when she shook her head. “My friends are here, but they encouraged me to play.”

“Good,” he nodded. “Why don’t we all get to know each other a little better first.”

We crooked our arms and waited to see if she’d accept our escort. I let out a breath of relief when, after only a slight hesitation, Madeline threaded her hands through our waiting arms. Nat and I both kept some distance from her. No need to crowd her and scare her off before we even got a chance to talk—and hopefully play afterward. We led her to a small table with a front row seat to a wax play scene playing out on the raised dais in front of us. Normally, I’d take the opportunity to observe one of my favorite kinks, but our violet-eyed angel had my full and complete attention. My eyebrows raised when Nat played the gentleman and pulled out Madeline’s seat. As she sat, he pushed the chair in and his hand swept across the back of her neck when he moved to his own chair. I hid my smile when a faint flush crossed her cheeks at his touch. It would seem the little sub was affected by our presence.

Once all three of us were seated, I discovered I was too far away from the beautiful woman at my left. Catching Nat’s gaze, I eyed the distance between our seats. We’d been a team long enough that he read my thoughts and practically in unison, we slid our chairs closer to Madeline. Close enough that there was an intimacy to our conversation without her feeling like she was closed in without a way to escape.

“Just so you know, there are DMs here to make sure all play is safe, sane, and consensual,” I reassured her.

She smiled and I couldn’t help but respond in kind. “My best friend is actually a dungeon monitor here. Tonight’s his night off though.”

Well, that was a surprise. “Oh, and who might that be?”

“Garreth.”

“We know him well. I’m curious though… why we haven’t seen you here before tonight? He surely would have introduced you to the pleasures at Black Light.”

Nat reached out and traced his finger along the back of Madeline’s hand resting on the table, his tone dropping an octave as he drew out the word ‘pleasures.’ She inhaled sharply and her eyes darkened with arousal, all while she shivered at his touch. It was so subtle I almost missed it, but I knew Nat hadn’t since his nostrils flared like he wasscenting prey. Curious about her reaction, I set my hand on her thigh, low and close to her knee. She shifted in her seat, and her muscles twitched, but she didn’t move away. Instead, her flush deepened and moved down her chest. I wanted to follow its path. Were her nipples cherry red or brown like my favorite caramel? My mouth watered at the thought of finding out.I was picturing the perfect shade of red wax that would complement the color of her blush.

Madeline spoke up, interrupting my delicious thoughts. “I’m new to the city actually.”

“You’ve never visited before?” Nat asked.

She shook her head. “I’ve been to D.C. several times, but it’s been a couple years. Long before Black Light opened.”

“What brought you here if you don’t mind me asking?”

Pain flared in her eyes before she squashed it and shrugged. “Change of scenery, I guess.”

Neither Nat nor I tolerated lies, and it was obvious her answer was an untruth. Or at least not the whole truth. She wasn’t our sub, yet, so I let it pass. For now.

This time she volleyed back her own question. “Do you often share women?”

Nat guffawed with genuine amusement. It was the first time I’d seen him truly smile in longer than I could remember. Maybe a year or more.

“We always share a woman, pet.”

That’s when I moved my hand, sliding it slowly up her thigh, stopping only when I reached the hem of her dress. Any further than that required an okay from her, and I waited to receive it. When she didn’t utter any protest, I continued my sensual advance. My finger made its way under fabric and Madeline’s legs parted to give my hand more room. Her breathing grew shallow and her eyes darted back and forth between us. Nat added sensation by running his finger between hers, teasing the webbing between them and drawing on her palm.

“Do you have any reservations about being shared between two men, Madeline?” Physically she appeared to be saying yes, but I wanted verbal consent so there was no miscommunication between any of us.

“No.” Her voice came out breathy.

In sync, Nat and I both stopped all movement. Instantly, she recognized her mistake and corrected herself. “I mean, no, Master.”

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