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It wasn’t a surprise that she was going to have to get naked. They were there to master their sex lives, but she’d never considered herself much of an exhibitionist.
Martin studied her. “If it’s any consolation, I see naked women all the time. Your Dominant has requested you remove everything but your underwear. If that makes you uncomfortable, we can work around it today.”
“No.” She headed toward the screen. “I want to do what’s necessary.”
“Very well.” Martin nodded. “Take a few minutes to undress and center yourself. When you’re ready, I want you to kneel over by those pillows with your head down and wait for my direction.”
“Okay.”
“Kayla,” Martin said in a stern voice, his posture in perfect dominant form. “We’re in my playroom now. All the rules we discussed apply.”
“Yes, Sir.” She needed to remember his title. “I won’t be long.”
“That’s better.”
She dropped her head, trying to regulate her breathing as she stepped behind the screen. Julian would be with her. There was no reason to be afraid. As she stripped her clothes off, she tried to ignore her shaking legs. Taking her time to fold each article, she placed them in a neat pile on the floor. Julian and Martin discussed something, but it was too low for her to hear.
She took a deep breath and came out from behind the screen. She stood still for a moment, taking in both men. They had removed their shirts, shoes, and socks, leaving them in their jeans. The vision the two of them created left her throat dry and her skin hot. They stood there, conversing, all muscles and smooth skin. Both appeared calm, collected, and in total control of what was about to occur in this room. They would have to be in control. That was how she would get through this session.
“Kayla.” Julian pulled her from her thoughts, reminding her what she needed to do as he pointed to the pillows in the corner.
Right. Kneel by the pillows. She had forgotten.
She slowly made her way to the spot where she needed to be, trying not to stare at either man. But honestly, she had to admit, her fear seemed to be diminishing and all she could think about was playing with not one Dom, but two. Maybe this could work out.
“In today’s session, we’ll work on tease and denial.” Martin stood in front of her. “Julian tells me he’s never withheld an orgasm from you.”
She didn’t like the sound of that.
“Orgasm denial is a very effective tool in a Dominant and submissive relationship. It’s used for many things, but once you learn to control your climaxes, you’ll experience some of the best of your life.”
She couldn’t imagine anything better than the way they were right now. Julian had brought her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. She was cool with not learning this whole tease and denial thing that Martin was so fond of.
“This is your quiet space, Kayla,” Martin continued. “As you saw in the scene the other day, when it got too intense, the Dominant brought the submissive back to her space and allowed her to settle down. Depending upon how extreme the play gets, the Dom can choose to continue or end the session completely. It’s up to you to be honest with your safe words. That’s the only true way for me to figure out how much more you’re capable of. I’ll read your body language, and Julian can interject when he thinks you’ve had enough, but you are the only true indicator. Can I trust you’ll be honest with me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” When he placed his hand on her shoulder, she jumped, but he didn’t seem deterred. “Take a few deep breaths and relax for me. This will be much more enjoyable if you settle down.”
She did as he requested while he spoke to Julian. “Why don’t you choose the flogger you think will be most pleasurable for your submissive?”
Julian’s footsteps moved away from her, leaving her restless. Martin rubbed his fingertips along her shoulder and to the back of her neck. “I’m here to help you. Not hurt you. Keep breathing,” he instructed. “In a moment, on my direction, you’re going to stand and walk to the cross. Do not make eye contact with me or your Dominant. You’ll have to try your hardest to keep your eyes down during this session. I have confidence you can do it, but as an incentive to keep you in line, I will strike you with my riding crop every time you fail that request. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”Oh, hell!
“Breathe, relax, and obey. That’s all you have to do today.” He stepped back. “Go to the cross, turn toward me,” he ordered. “Do it now.”
She stood, keeping her eyes on her feet.Just focus on your feet. You can do this.Once she came to the cross, she turned around, still keeping her gaze on the floor.
“Perfect.” Martin was in front of her. “This is my crop.” He took it off the small table by the cross. “Hold out your hand.”
She placed her hand between them, with her palm facing up.
“Julian, you’ve used the crop before. Is that correct?”
“Yes.” Julian’s familiar voice embraced her.
She remembered the first time they were in his spare room. He’d used the crop on her. She liked it.
