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“That sounds good,” Julian said.
“Are you agreeable to that, Ms. Quinn?” Martin asked.
“Yes, I think.” She glanced down the hallway, wondering what was behind that door.
“You think?” Martin looked to Julian for an explanation. “This is consensual, correct?”
“Kayla is a bit nervous about what to expect today. I’ve tried to assure her nothing will happen here that she doesn’t want. As I told you, she’s very new to this lifestyle and we’re not sure how far we’d like to take it.”
“That’s understandable.” Martin nodded, easing Kayla’s anxiety.
She was still trying to get over him being so young and attractive. For a man who was twenty years older than her, he was more impressive than she could have imagined.
“Why don’t we head to the observation room? I’ve chosen light play for you to observe, since I know you aren’t hardcore. I wouldn’t want to leave you with a negative impression.”
“Are you ready, Kayla?” Julian took her hand as they followed Martin down the hall. “You’re stronger than you think,” he whispered into her ear. “You’ve handled everything I’ve given you these past few months. Take this journey with me. Let me show you how good it can be.”
“I want this.” She wasn’t doing this solely to please Julian. That was a big part of why she had agreed to meet with Martin, but being there and embarking on a new experience was just as much for her as it was for Julian.
When they came to the last door on the right, Martin swiped a keycard, opening the door. The dim room smelled of lemon, like a wood furniture polish. Over Martin’s shoulder, she spied an oversized leather sofa set in front of large panel of glass. From this vantage point, she couldn’t see what was on the other side, but she figured the windows were for viewing.
“You use the light system for your safe words?” Martin asked. “Is that working?”
“Yes, it seems to be helping as I learn Kayla’s likes and dislikes.” Julian squeezed her hand. “We haven’t had any issues.”
Well, except that one time I was being a brat and I said red.She tried not to think about the evening Connie tried to sabotage her relationship with Julian. She hadn’t talked to her so-called friend since that day, and hoped she’d never have to again.
“Let’s use those words in this room,” Martin said. “Is that acceptable, Kayla?”
“I’ll need my safe words to observe?” Kayla looked up at Julian, trying not to lose her cool, but her nerves were in overdrive. “Why?”
“When you’re in this club, you should always have a comfort zone,” Martin informed her. “A way for you to be able to let us know how much is too much or when you want more.”
Us?How active would Martin be in this process?
“I put safety and consent above all else,” he continued. “Nothing happens in my club, playroom, or bedroom if my sub isn’t on the same page as I am. I’m sure Julian has explained the rules.”
“Kayla understands some of this lifestyle,” Julian answered for her. “She also knows I won’t push her any harder than she wants.”
“You’re here because she wants more.” Martin stepped into the observation room. “The rules are about to change.”
Oh...
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Julian saton the leather sofa, guiding Kayla into his lap. Her fidgeting was at an all-time high, so he thought keeping her close would help control her anxiety.
“Breathe,” he whispered into her hair. “Relinquish control to me. Accept that I know what’s best for you.”
She inhaled slowly, taking her time to let it go. She did this a few times as Martin pressed a button on the wall next to the door, raising the blinds and exposing the couple behind the glass. She sat up, but didn’t say anything. Her breathing, whether she knew it or not, had regulated itself, and once the couple was in full view, Kayla had settled into Julian’s chest. He twirled her hair around his finger, helping her stay calm.
The submissive, a petite woman with light features, was shackled to a St. Andrew’s cross. Her eyes were covered with a black silk scarf. Her Dominant, a large, muscular man, stood behind her, teasing her with a flogger. He swept the black and purple suede along her shoulders as she pulled against the cuffs.
“Sensation play,” Martin spoke from behind them. “They’ve been in there for two hours and the sub has not been allowed to climax. She’s riding the edge as she learns to obey.”
“Two hours?” Kayla muttered, but never took her eyes away from the couple in front of her.
Julian had yet to withhold an orgasm from Kayla when they played. She released easily, having very little control over it. That was a natural instinct. When a person was sexually stimulated, they climaxed. Kayla was so responsive to him that he had no desire to deny her. Of anything for that matter. That was one of the bad habits he had created.
