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Neil chatted a bit, introducing me to the man in French, but I couldn’t understand anything they discussed. Every now and then, Neil’s hand would tighten at my waist, and I shifted on my heels, which were a little too strappy and delicate for long-term standing.
“I’m sorry, let’s have a seat,” Neil apologized, pulling out a stool for me. I hopped up and crossed my legs.
I swiveled away from the bar to view the room. The caning couple had finished, and a few people clapped politely, as though it had been an act in a show. And I guess it was; Neil had said the purpose was to hang out with like-minded people and get turned on, and this was for sure the right environment to do it in. Everyone in this place had arrived with sex on their minds. That was usually true of most non-BDSM clubs I’d been to in New York, but here it was in the open. Nothing was taboo. That potent sexual freedom went to my head faster than any shot of Tequila ever had.
As Neil conferred with the man at the bar, I people watched. Two of the men in the group I’d noticed before stood up and left. The two who stayed behind were talking, and I found myself fascinated by one of them, a dark-haired man in a black suit. He could have been a singer in a music video, slumped casually in his expensive clothes on the stylish furniture. When he spoke, he made the occasional gesture with his big hands, and when he laughed, he showed straight white teeth that practically twinkled like he was a prince in a particularly self-aware Disney movie.
I knew I should look away. I had one of those heavy stares people felt the weight of. But it was too late; he looked up, pausing mid-sentence to his friend, who followed his eye line over to me. His friend looked me over before turning back to the conversation.
My eyes shifted to my lap for just a moment, but when I lifted my gaze again, the first man was still watching me, a slight smile bending his mouth. I held his gaze boldly, just for a minute, until Neil captured my attention.
“For you,” Neil said, pushing a stemmed glass toward me. “Unless you weren’t drinking tonight?”
“I won’t be drinking much,” I said with a sweet smile to him. But my nerves were crackling with excitement, so a little something to take the edge off was welcome and needed.
After their short conversation, Neil’s friends left. He bid them goodbye, and turned back to me. “I see you’ve caught someone’s eye.”
My face flushed. The guy on the couch was still watching me. Would Neil get mad? I didn’t want him to think I was trolling for dudes when I was with him.
“We’ve been... eye flirting,” I admitted with a nervous giggle. I took a sip of my wine. It was not helping the heat in my face at all.
“You’ve been eye fucking,” Neil amended for me. “I don’t blame him, the way you look in that dress.”
A claiming hand fell on my knee. My heart pounded. Neil had never proven to be a jealous guy. He’d told me he’d be fine watching me have sex with another man, but I wondered what, exactly he would get out of the experience.
“Can I ask... What’s the appeal for you? In the thought of seeing another man fuck me?” Just in case he was worried I was talking about that specific guy on the couch, I added, “You mentioned it before, but now there’s a guy checking me out. I’m just curious, is it because you get off on jealousy or something?”
“That’s a bit of it,” he admitted. “There is a part of me that gets off on seeing other people enjoy and covet what’s mine. Not that you belong to me, but when we’re like this...”
“When it comes to our sexual relationship. I knew what you meant, Sir.” I loved that he made that distinction. On this trip, I was his full-time sub. I did belong to him. But when we returned to England, I wouldn’t. I would be Sophie Scaife again, with all the personal autonomy I’d had before. That made it easier to submit totally; I don’t think I could have let him do half the things he did to me if I couldn’t trust that he thought of me as his equal and not his possession.
But right now, in the middle of the game, it felt so, so good to be possessed.
“Do you like him?” Neil asked making eye contact with the man, who nodded back and raised his drink.
“I don’t know if I like him or not, but I’m sure attracted to him.” I smiled at the stranger as he let his gaze slowly trail down my body.
