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Where anything could happen. Performing on stage paled against this – on a scale of one to ten this was a million and on stage was ten at most. Upstairs might be heaven or hell, or even worse, it might fall flat as a pancake. But Klaus wanted me to try. My palms sweated, and cold goose bumps rose all along my arms and the back of my neck.
“She’s not really dressed correctly.”
Oh. Guess I wasn’t. I looked down at the dress and the row of tiny buttons. Slight cleavage showed, but apart from the torn hem, I was normal.
“No. But it fits the way I want her to look. Though only at the beginning. I want her innocent yet fuckable.”
At that Moghul turned and really examined me. After a second, I dropped my gaze to the rug, and waited.
Fuckable. Said so casually, it was thrilling what that single word had done. I nearly shuddered at the delicious dirty feeling coursing through me.
“Yeah. I get that. Kneeling there in that white dress, she looks like she’s been in a nunnery for most of her life. I’d like to strip her too. Just make sure when she leaves the room she’s showing more flesh. Come on. Let’s go meet Damien and his sub, Kat.”
The blatant male assessment of my body, awakened me. My nipples stood to attention and rubbed on the fabric as I stood. No bra, so everything wobbled when I moved – the penalties of being full-breasted.
I followed, walking again past the crowd, trying to be small and unnoticed and simply the submissive who followed Klaus. This seemed as surreal as the last month. How had I ended up here? And who was waiting for us upstairs? What would they do to me? Klaus hadn’t discussed a thing. That was normal for us, but here? No.
Yet again, I liked that he hadn’t asked what I wanted, but it scared me too. Having sex with another man, another woman, not normal at all. But…I watched the steps as we ascended…it aroused me. God. This could be amazing.
Feminine squeals and the smacking sound of hand on flesh echoed from somewhere above.
Upstairs was a balcony overlooking below and a small lounge with a huge square window that showed blackness, a hallway with four rooms, and from the glimpse through a doorway, a bathroom. This wasn’t a small or cheap house. I didn’t know what Moghul did for a living, but he had a lot more money than I did. Oodles more. We went to the end door. Inside was a huge king-size bed, a door that might lead to an en-suite bathroom, and a low square table with two tan leather sofas in an L-shape. A breeze blew in, rattling the propped-open French doors and blowing the cream curtain into the room. Though Moghul stepped over and shut the doors, what really grabbed my attention were the man and woman on one of the sofas.
“Damien, Kat, this is Klaus and his submissive, Jodie.” By the time they’d nodded back, Moghul was at the door. I heard it click shut.
She, a cute blonde with bright pink streaks, was draped across his lap with her ass glowing nicely red. I knew who’d been squealing. Kat. Her hair was in pigtails and her figure curvaceous. I’d never had any trouble admiring women and the thought we might do something to each other already had me buzzing. Like many of the Doms, Damien was dressed in jeans and shirt; his shirt was pastel orange, of all things. Kat had on a black corset with cherries on it, lacy stockings and garters plus that bright red hand print on one butt cheek to match the cherries.
“Klaus.” The accent was European for sure. And Damien’s cropped blond hair bore that out. He had a Scandinavian look to him. A neat, strong-featured man.
Only Klaus had got that nod from Damien. Something told me I was the least person in this room – at the bottom of the pecking order and about to be pecked. From beside me I heard Klaus inhale deeply.
“Hi. Kat is your submissive?”
Huh. Obvious. The woman did have the handprint from the spanking.
“Most of the time, yes. Sometimes, we switch. And…” Damien eyed me. “She loves topping other women. Even gets quite into the S and m. You good with that? All of us domming Jodie?”
“Sure,” Klaus replied.
What? I snapped a glance at him. That expression – slightly fearsome, and he saw me looking and lifted one corner of his mouth as he returned the stare. Already I could tell he was thinking of devious things. A shiver took me. I squeezed closed my eyes then was shocked by his big hand grabbing the back of my neck.
“Keep your eyes and mouth shut,” he whispered harshly right in my ear. His hot breath coasted over my skin, sending a shiver down my neck.
God. Klaus had stepped into his Master persona. His bag of toys smacked to the floor.
“Come outside on the balcony so we can talk.” That was to Damien. “But first.” His hand forced me to kneel and I hit the carpet with my hands to stop my fall. He growled to me. “Put your wrists crossed over at your back.” I did so, aware of my breasts arching outward. “Stay.”
“Can Kat touch her?” Damien’s voice.
“Sure. Whatever she wants. No undressing though. We can keep an eye on them. Let’s talk about what you’d like to do to her.”
Fuck. To me. I got so wet so suddenly it shocked me.
I was perversely proud that Klaus, the newcomer, had taken charge. But then Damien was a switch, a sometimes submissive. Did that make him weaker? I didn’t know, but he was no match for my Master.
The slide of a body on leather then feet padding on carpet warned me Kat approached.
So vulnerable – not seeing. I almost turned to look but… Eyes closed, remember? I didn’t want to disobey Klaus.
