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He leaps off the stage, lunges toward us, and slides his hands on her cheeks, inquiring, "Tell me. Why did you come into my session without your husband?"
"Take your hands off my wife," I warn.
He locks eyes with me, waits a moment, then slowly obeys, taunting, "Rather possessive, aren't we?"
"Don't push me," I threaten.
Even though he's at least six inches shorter than me, he never flinches. The tense silence grows with all eyes on us.
He finally asserts, "So the media reports have some truth to them."
I stay silent.
He continues, "It seems you two have some issues to work out."
The air tastes stale. I try to calm the growing riptide in my stomach. No matter what has happened between Blakely and me, one thing I don't want is for anyone, even members who are contracted to secrecy, to know our business.
He refocuses on Blakely. In a powerful tone, he inquires, "When was the last time you had a session with your husband?"
She blinks hard, her eyes watering.
He softens his tone. "Ah. I see." He studies her for a moment, and my skin crawls.
A dozen scenarios about what he might require her to do to atone for my sin enter my mind. In a low tone, I warn, "No one touches my wife but me."
He states, "She came here with Colton."
Colton blurts out, "We're only friends. No one touches her but Riggs, Papi."
Papi jerks his head toward Colton, and I go back on team Colton for a minute, even though I'm still pissed he brought my wife here.
Colton tears his eyes off him and tells Blakely, "You have your safe word. No one can make you do anything."
Papi's eyes turn to slits. He returns to assessing us and then announces, "We will use this as a learning moment."
"Meaning?" I ask.
His lips twitch. He points to people in the front seating area, ordering, "Find a different spot."
The spectators get up and relocate, the Doms shooting him daggers. It's a coveted spot they would have paid a pretty penny for, but like me, they're at the mercy of Papi.
He calls out to his subs, "Clear the stage and go to the couches. Strip when you get there."
The four of them scramble, obeying him and undressing the moment they step in front of the couch.
Papi goes over to them, directs one of the men and one of the women to sit and spread their knees, then unlatches the restraints on the back of the sofa. He secures their wrists. Then he orders the other two, "Kneel with your face in position."
The standing man obeys and puts his mouth next to the other guy's dick, and the woman does the same to the restrained woman's pussy.
Papi turns back to Blakely and me. He asserts, "You will go on stage and demonstrate your skills. You will find out why your wife came into this room."
I try again to get out of this, claiming, "We're in the wrong area. My apologies. As you know, we stay in area two."
His lips turn into a tight smile. "Yes, and your wife came in here. I authorize you to utilize any sub or switch in this room unless they state their safe word."
My heart almost pounds out of my chest. I repeat, seething, "No one touches my wife except me."
"What does she want?" Papi arrogantly asks.
