Page 2 of Following His Commands

I look down at my very worn sweatpants and tank top. “Okay, but I’m coming home early,” I warn them.

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“This was the best idea ever!”I slur to Daisy with my arms wrapped around her waist. We’ve been on the dance floor for the last three hours. The club is busy but not packed, like it would be on a Friday or Saturday night.

“I told you so,” she says.

“Another drink.” I take her hand and pull her towards the bar.

We’re stopped by Eloise and Claire at the edge of the dance floor. “Come on, I’ve got a place I want to show you. You’re going to love it,” Eloise says.

There’s a little niggling in my brain that’s telling me she’s up to no good. The warning is fogged out by the—I don’t know how many—vodka and Red Bulls. “Sure, let’s do it,” I say with an excitement I didn’t know I had. Five minutes later, we’re walking down an alleyway. “Is this the part where you murder me? Because, if that’s the case, don’t get any blood on these shoes. They’re really expensive,” I tell Eloise. Our arms are linked as we hold each other upright.

“I’d remove your shoes first. Don’t worry.” She winks at me. “Okay, promise me you’re going to keep an open mind,” she says, stopping in front of a red and white door.

“Why do I need to have an open mind?” I ask her.

“Because I want you to experience this just once. Who knows? It might inspire you to get the duster out and clear those cobwebs.”

“Huh?” I’m so confused.

That confusion only gets worse as she opens the door into a darkened corridor. I look to Claire and Daisy for help, but neither of them will make eye contact with me. The sign above the counter where Eloise is talking to a half-dressed girl reads:Fire & Ice. I rack my brain, trying to figure out if I’ve heard of this place before. I’m coming up blank.

“Okay, you’re all set. Follow her.” Eloise points to a random girl. “She’s taking you to your treatment room.”

“Oh, are we at a spa?” I ask.

“Of sorts.” Daisy snorts behind me.

“Just go and watch. That’s all I’m asking you to do. Trust me,” Eloise pleads.

“Okay.” I hold up my hands in surrender. I do trust my friends. They would never lead me astray. So I follow the scantily clad girl into an equally dark room.

“Take a seat. The show will start in a few,” she says before closing the door behind her.

I sit down and face a window. There appears to be a room behind the glass. It’s too dark to see much, but I can make out a bench, a sofa and… a bed? Is this some sort of weird theatre?

Two minutes later, the lights in the room come on and three people enter. A lady wearing a silk dressing gown and two men wearing… nothing. Absolutely nothing.

My mouth hangs open. They don’t look at me. Do they know I can see them?

The lights dim a little and one of the men undoes the girl’s gown. I should get up and walk out. I don’t think I’m meant to be watching this. Yet I’m stuck to my seat, dying to see what’s going to happen next.

Each man takes one of the woman’s breasts in their hands before their mouths suck in her nipples. My own nipples harden and my legs clench together. As I continue to watch the two men worship this woman, show her undivided attention, I can’t help but wish I could swap places with her. One man drops to his knees as his tongue licks along her centre. The other man stands behind her. He wraps her hair around one of his fists, pulling her head back while his tongue delves into her mouth.

I let out an involuntary moan, right as a body fills the seat next to me, and I realize I’m not alone.

TWO

Idon’t frequent this place often, only when I’m bored and in need of the sort of no-strings entertainment the club’s known for. I have, however, been here enough times to know thatshedoesn’t belong. The girl I’m watching take in the threesome scene from the viewing lounge. I saw Juliet escort her into this room and I was quick to follow. I can’t say why I’m pulled to her, other than the obvious. She’s fucking stunning and has an innocence about her I’d like to destroy.

I can see her chest rising in falling in the little pink dress she’s wearing. Her nipples erect and poking through the thin material. My cock hardens at the sight of her. Her strawberry-blonde hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, and I can imagine it wrapped around my fist as I hold her in place and fuck her from behind.

Fuck me.I walk to the sofa and take the seat beside her at the same time she lets out an audible moan. Good, she’s already turned on.

She jumps when she notices she’s no longer alone. “Oh shit. Oh my god!” she squeals.

My hand reaches out to grab her wrist when she goes to stand and leave. “Stay. Watch,” I instruct her.

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