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“I’ll have to take your word for it, Jax. They’re beautiful.”

All signs of Jax’s earlier tension washed away as he focused on pleasuring her. He caressed and tweaked her nipple, watching her face for her reaction. Smiling, he waved the clamp in front of her eyes, the ruby jewel bouncing back and forth, reflecting the light of the room. The clamp itself reminded her of a small version of a paper fastener with rubber padding.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he said a second before he applied the first clamp.

Stabbing pain shot through her nipple as the clamp cut off her blood supply. “Son of a bit—” She clenched her teeth to keep from finishing the curse.

Jax laughed, enjoying her pain. Only . . . it wasn’t painful anymore. Heat spread outward from her nipple to the rest of her breast, and the pain morphed into a dull throbbing. She moaned, her head dipping to the side as a ripple of pleasure flowed through her like a drug.

He nuzzled the side of her neck, biting and licking. “That’s it, my girl. Give into it.”

His teeth held her in place as he clamped her other nipple. Both of her pebbled buds throbbed in time with her heartbeat. She slumped, surrendering to the pain.

To Jax.

He sat back on his haunches and admired his work. “I was right. You look beautiful in rubies. I picked them out this afternoon while you worked on your paper for school. You were made to wear precious gems.”

His compliments sent a rush of joy through her chest. “Thank you, Jax.”

He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “You don’t have to thank me for telling you the truth. Now I have one more jewel for you. Up on your knees.”

Arousal trickled down her legs in anticipation as Jax lifted her skirt and then tapped and rubbed her clit.

Her pussy quivered and her thighs shook. Between the sweet ache in her breasts and his petting of her clitoris, she didn’t think she could hold back her climax for long. “Jax, I’m going to come.”

His fingers spread her labia. He licked his lips and applied the clamp to her clitoral hood. She prepared herself for the pain, but it never materialized. Only a slight pinch followed by a feeling of heaviness.

He played with strands of her hair, gliding it through his fingers. “It’s a different type of clamp. It’s not meant to hurt,” he explained, somehow reading her mind.

What was the point of a clamp if it didn’t hurt? Her lips parted to ask when Jax smoothed her skirt down her thighs and helped her to her feet. The movement caused her labial lips to stimulate her clitoris.

Oh, so that was the point of the clamp.

He smiled knowingly. “No coming until I say.” His gaze settled on her exposed breasts. “Are you ready to take a tour of the club?”

She heard his underlying question. Are you ready for
others
to see you?

“Yes, Jax. I’m ready.”

His pupils dilated to three times their normal size and a sizeable bulge protruded below the belt of his black slacks. He rested a hand on the small of her back and maneuvered her out of the library and into the hallway. Sconces on the wall lit the otherwise dark path around the main level of the home.

“Everything is pretty normal on this floor. There’s no sex allowed anywhere on this level, but as you observed, nudity and fondling are acceptable.”

They passed a powder room, a kitchen, and a dining room with a long table that looked like it would seat about thirty. She spotted a few guests throughout the various rooms, none of them doing anything terribly exciting. Two tattooed women wearing leather and lace kissed in the corner of the great room. A man wearing a white apron and chef’s hat stood at the stove holding out a spoon to a naked woman to taste. Where was everyone?

“Jax, you mentioned the colors of our bracelets are assigned by kink. What did you mean?”

“The most common bracelets are black for Dominant, white for submissive, yellow for switches, those individuals who are willing to either top or bottom in a scene, green for partner swapping, blue for ménage. If you arrive without a partner, Cole or one of his slaves will help to find you one or two.”

The tour brought them to a winding glass staircase that would lead them upstairs and a wrought-iron staircase that would lead them to the basement.

Jax took her hands in his. “It’s your decision. Upstairs are the fantasy rooms. Most of them have to be booked when you arrive in the evening. Downstairs is the dungeon. So tell me, Katerina, what is your desire for tonight? Are you in the mood to watch?”

What exactly happened in those fantasy rooms upstairs and how would they watch? Her breath caught and her pussy fluttered. She’d viewed a couple pornos in college and had gotten mildly aroused, but those were scripted, staged, and impersonal. Her body tingled and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

He laughed and tugged her up the first glass stair. “Upstairs it is.” They climbed the steps together, his hand possessively placed on the back of her neck.

Kate caught the scent of musk and sweat as a few people passed them on the way down, their gazes drawn to her exposed breasts.

She wasn’t embarrassed. She was proud of the rubies swaying from her tingling nipples. Proud Jax wanted to show her off to others in the club who would understand what it represented.

Every move she made jostled her clit, sending darts of pleasure through her pussy. She felt almost dizzy as they stepped on clouds made of glass on their winding ascent into heaven. Without Jax’s support, she’d have tumbled to the cold stone floor below.

At the top, they came to a metal door with a digital combination lock. Jax punched in a series of numbers. “Up here, it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, only instead of food it’s sex.”

A sliver of jealousy unfurled in her belly, but she had to ask. Not as Jax’s lover, but as his attorney. “Did you and Alyssa spend a lot of time here?”

He pushed on the door and held it half open with his elbow. “The first few years of our marriage, we spent three or four nights a week in these rooms or in the dungeon.”

That sliver of jealousy spread from her stomach into her chest. “You liked it.”

He quickly glanced down at his wedding ring, sadness etched in the thin lines around his mouth and eyes. “Yes. All but one room . . .” He shook his head as if shaking away the memories.

He brought them into a hallway. To their right, two wooden chairs were perched along the plain white wall. A large curtained window covered most of the left wall and just past it was a door with another digital combination lock.

“This is one of the fantasy rooms. You can tell it’s in use by the red light above the door,” Jax explained. “But the occupants didn’t want to be watched, and so they closed the drapes. There’s also audio . . .” He pushed a button that was on a metal box below the window. Nothing happened. “They left the sound off. Not everyone here is an exhibitionist.”

Was she? His gaze settled on her clamped breasts, answering the question for her.

But she’d done it for Jax. Not for the attention. How did that make her an exhibitionist?

“Let’s see what the next room has to offer,” he said, taking her hand. They strolled through the hallway and into the next viewing area as casually as if they were walking through the park.

This window wasn’t covered.

And the room was in use.

“Jackpot.” Jax pulled her in front of him, banded his arm under her breasts, and yanked her back into his solid body. His other hand curled around the front of her throat.

Her shallow breathing grew rapid as she witnessed the three naked lovers—two men and one woman—kneeling on a bed of red sheets.

The lovers weren’t hard-bodied or young. They looked like the average middle-aged person you’d see in the mall, or at the dentist, or in the house next door. A few wrinkles, cellulite on the thighs, and thinning hair.

On either side of the woman, the men kissed each other passionately while they stroked her small breasts. The woman’s head tipped back in utter abandon, and each man bent to take one nipple between his lips.

But it was Kate who experienced the pull of their mouths on her breasts. It was Kate who moaned at the sensation of two sets of glistening lips sucking . . . two wet tongues laving . . . two sets of teeth scraping her beaded nipples.

Jaxon tightened his grip on her, and his warm breath caressed the shell of her ear. “This arouses you.”

Kate’s heart galloped. Although he hadn’t phrased it as a question, she felt compelled to answer. “Yes.”

The threesome on display shifted positions. One man moved to recline on his back and palmed his large erection, beckoning the woman. Without even a bit of apprehension, the woman hovered over his penis and sank down, taking the entire length. The other man moved behind her, a small tube in his hand.

“Is he . . .?” She choked on the words, her throat dry.

Was it possible?

Jaxon quietly chuckled. “Watch. Let go of everything you thought you knew and allow yourself to feel.”

The man squeezed liquid from the tube into the palm of his hand and slicked it over his penis. The woman peered over her shoulder at him and then leaned all the way forward. He added more liquid to his fingers and pressed two of them inside the woman’s backside.

“He’s stretching her like I did to you earlier. He’s preparing her to take him.”

A rush of air was released from her lungs when the man’s cock replaced his fingers. “Does it hurt to take two men at once?”

He yanked on one of her clamps, awakening the nerves. “Not if it’s done right. The pleasure should outweigh the discomfort.”

She grew slick between her thighs. “Have you ever . . .?”

“I’ve had ménages with Alyssa and another woman as well as Alyssa and another man. But unlike the men we’re watching, there was no sexual contact between us.” He tugged the other clamp and bit her earlobe. “Have you ever had more than one man make love to you at the same time?”

Her pussy contracted at the thought. “No.”

“But you’re curious about it.”

“Yes,” she answered, before she could stop it.

“You’ll have to stay curious because I’ll never share you.”

She shuddered. “I thought it would be dirty. But those three . . . it’s beautiful. As if they really care for each other.”

“They do. They’ve been partners for ten years and have two children. They come here only because they’re also exhibitionists, and so they indulge in it every now and then at the club. After, they go home, pay their babysitter, and sleep together as a family.”

She continued to watch the trio, mesmerized by their frenzied thrusts. Jaxon reached in front of her and pushed the audio button, and the lovers’ cries filled the room.

Rocking her ass into Jax, she moaned, adding her own voice to the symphony of lovers. “Please. I need you.”

Bending forward, she rested her forehead on the cool window. Jax’s hands left her body, and she heard the sound of a zipper followed by the ripping of a wrapper.

His hand returned to her throat and the other hiked up her skirt. He removed the clip on her clit as he thrust into her soaked channel. He fucked her fast and hard. Wild. Uncontrolled.

She hovered on the precipice of climax as a result of their foreplay. “I’m going to come, Jax.”

His hand slid down her throat. “Yes, Katerina. Come now.” He released a nipple clamp.

A surge of pain in her nipple had her howling, and a tsunami-sized orgasm crashed into her, dragging her into the stormy sea. On and on it went and so did Jax, pounding into her.

“I feel your cunt squeezing my dick. It’s so good, my Katerina. All for me. You’re all for me.” He groaned his release and, at the same time, pulled the other clamp from her nipple, inciting another wave of contractions deep inside her.

She slumped, her body finally sated after an hour of torture.

The lovers had also climaxed and were now tangled together on the bed, kissing and petting.

A feminine sigh sounded from the door she and Jax had entered.

And that’s when Kate realized . . .

They were not alone.

Chapter Eight

K
ATE WHIPPED HER
head toward the door. A muscular, gray-haired man in black leather pants and a leather vest held the leash to a young, blond woman dressed as a cat in leopard-printed bra and panties. Black leather covered her human ears, transforming them into the triangle-shaped ears of a cat. A long tail protruded from her rear. The leash connected to a D-ring in the center of her collar.

Both strangers stared blatantly at her and Jax, lust in their eyes. Burgeoning arousal swirled low in Kate’s pelvis.

They’d watched
.

She jerked back, bumping into Jax, and he steadied her with hands to her waist. He tugged down her skirt to cover her bikini area, but left her corset below her nipples. Her hands flew to her mask, and she breathed easier knowing it remained in place.

The strangers proceeded farther into the room. “Jaxon, I was so sorry to hear about Alyssa. She’ll be terribly missed by the community.”

“Thank you,” Jax said, dropping the used condom in the trash and zipping his pants. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

“Oh, that’s right. We’ve never formally met. Although from our e-mails, I feel as though I know you quite intimately. I’m Eric Graham and this is my kitten, Eve.”

Kitten?

Jax nodded at Eve and pulled Kate into his side, placing a reassuring hand on her back. “It’s nice to meet you both. This is my submissive-in-training, Katerina.”

Eric’s fingers trailed down Eve’s arm. “She’s very beautiful. Isn’t that right, Kitten?”

Eve purred. “Yes, Master Graham. Can I taste her?”

Kate froze. Jax said he wouldn’t share her. Did other women count?

With her blond hair and sparkling green eyes, there was no doubting Eve was a beautiful woman, but the idea of a woman, any woman, touching her sexually soured her stomach.

“Kitten, that’s up to her Master.” Master Graham spoke directly to Jax. “I don’t usually bring her to the club, but she earned a special treat for her excellent behavior this past month. We were on our way to the Freeway, but if you’d permit it, Kitten would like to lick your sub’s cream.”

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