“And I don’t want to be shared,” Shayla added.
He looked at Jenny. She smiled, nodding her agreement with Shayla’s statement.
One concern clearly dispelled, then, relieving him. Even though she’d said it the other night, it never hurt to hear it again.
“So this is my side of the story.” Shayla explained how she’d moved to Florida following the discovery of her fiancé’s betrayal, the man’s BDSM porn addiction leading him to commit identity fraud and take out credit cards in her name, putting her deep in debt. Then getting assigned the story and meeting Tony as a result.
When she finished, Michael was even more confused. “Okay, so how could you even think about doing this when you’d been through that?” He felt like everyone, including Jenny, had a handle on this. Like he was missing something and didn’t even know what.
“Because I trust Sir. And opening myself to that trust led me toward learning exactly how strong I am. I became stronger.”
“I have no use for a doormat in my relationship,” Tony added. “I don’t want someone I can control because they’re controllable. I wanted someone who was strong enough to stand on their own and trusted me enough to willingly cede that control to me.”
“I am having a seriously difficult time wrapping my head around how this differs from spousal abuse.”
“Because abuse,” Shayla said, “is about forcing control from someone else because the abuser has no power of their own. Healthy and consensual BDSM is about trusting someone enough to give them a totally revocable power over you, not because you have to, but because you want to.”
“Boxing isn’t abuse,” Jenny tentatively offered. “People get into a ring with each other and beat each other up while people cheer them on. And they get paid to do it.”
“Our marriage isn’t a boxing match,” Mike shot back a little too harshly. Softening his tone, he added, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Ah,” Tony said, that smile still in place, “but there’s the catch. Some people like to be hurt. The goal is to cause no harm.”
Mike stared at him for a moment. “That has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Instead of being upset, Tony laughed. “I know. You think that now. But the more you learn, the more you’ll see what we mean. And you don’t have to harm someone to hurt them in the good way.”
Chapter Thirteen
After dinner, Tony set about helping Shayla clean up the kitchen. When Mike tried to take his plate to the sink, Tony took it from him, as well as Jenny’s. “It’s okay. It’ll only take us a minute to do this. Go sit and relax.”
Mike realized his confusion must have telegraphed through his face, because Tony laughed.
“Yes, believe it or not, I do help around here with chores. She’s my slave, not my maid.” He smiled. “Although we do play that game sometimes.”
It was Jenny slipping her arm through his and leading him to the living room that finally got his attention.
Once they had the kitchen cleaned up, Shayla and Tony joined them in the living room and took seats. “So, what other questions do you have?” Tony asked them.
Mike wasn’t exactly happy that Jenny deferred to him. He wanted to hear her talk about this and maybe figure it all out from that.
“I don’t know,” Mike finally admitted. “I don’t even know what I don’t know.”
Tony pointed a finger at him. “Excellent.”
“What?”
“That’s the best starting point of all, admitting you are clueless.”
“Why?”
Tony smiled. “Because you aren’t coming into this all cocky and know-it-all and thinking you have all the answers. It means you’re willing to take this slow and figure out what works for you guys instead of trying to plow through everything at the speed of light without learning anything in the process.” He looked at Shayla. “Pet, do you feel up to giving them a demo?”
Her brow furrowed. “Sir?”
“RBH? Your choice. It’s all right to say no if you’d rather not.”
Her face broke into a beaming grin. “Yes, Sir.”
“What does that mean?” Mike warily asked.
Tony kept his focus on Shayla. “Go get it and yourself ready. We’ll be right there.”
“Yes, Sir!” She practically jumped out of her chair and ran toward the door to their private dungeon.
Only then did Tony turn his attention back to Mike. “RBH is a little code for us. Stands for Rope-Bench-Hitachi.”
“Still doesn’t make sense.”
Tony stood, smiling a wicked grin Mike had never seen in this particular context before. “You’ll see.”
He led them to the playroom, where Shayla was bringing several coils of rope over to what Mike remembered Shayla telling them was a bondage bench. She ran back to an open cupboard and withdrew something Mike figured was an electric vibrator and an extension cord. She got it plugged in and set it on the floor next to the bench. Then she went to the cabinet and returned with a set of black leather cuffs, set them on the bench, and began stripping as if they weren’t standing there. He noticed her nipples were pierced, her pussy appeared to be shaved, and she seemed to be pierced down there, too.
Mike averted his gaze to Jenny. He realized she looked both shocked and fascinated, openly staring at what was going on.
He didn’t know which was worse, seeing his boss’s wife naked, or seeing the amazed expression on his own wife’s face.
“This is what’s called a forced orgasm scene,” Tony explained as he picked up two of the cuffs and started buckling them around Shayla’s wrists. Then he patted the bench and she put her feet up, one at a time, so he could buckle the other two around her ankles. “We’ll do a very light one. You tell me afterward if you still think I’m abusing my wife. Pet, take your piercing out.”
She reached down and removed the piercing from between her legs, as if this was no big deal to her. She handed it to Tony, who slipped it into his pocket.
“Sometimes if I hit that wrong with the vibrator,” Tony explained, “it actually hurts and sort of defeats the whole purpose. I make her take it out for something like this.”
“Uh, sure.” Mike didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to say to that.
Tony snapped his fingers and pointed at the bench. Shayla eagerly flung herself onto it, on her hands and knees, and held still while her husband started tying her to the bench with the rope.
“Sometimes,” Tony explained in a matter-of-fact tone as he worked, “I just use snap clips. But Shay really likes it when she can’t move at all, can’t wiggle away from it, and I do this to her.”
“Wow,” Jenny whispered, her voice barely audible. Mike suspected it was more her shock and awe over what was playing out in front of them than any conscious attempt on her part to keep their hosts from hearing her.
Tony efficiently bound his wife to the bench with what looked to Mike’s untrained eye like an elaborate harness. Lower legs, torso, arms. When Tony finished, the woman could barely wiggle around.
Then Tony picked up the Hitachi. That was when Mike felt a palpable shift in his boss. Like the man had just morphed from Dr. IT into Mr. Master.
“Pet,” Tony said, his tone now sounding different, “where are we at?”
“Green, Sir.”
Her voice sounded different, too. Not slurred, exactly, but like she’d slipped into a slightly altered state. He was aware of Jenny grabbing onto his arm and holding on, but when he looked down at her, he saw her attention was fully focused on the two people in front of them.
“Is My pet ready for a forced orgasm scene?” Tony asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Tony stroked her ass with his hands. “I know you usually like a spanking first, but we’re trying not to scare them. All right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Yep, she definitely sounded different now.
Mike noticed a long, thin drop of clear fluid slowly drip
from her pussy.
Holy crap.
Okay, so the woman was definitely excited about whatever was going to happen.
Tony flicked on the vibrator and its low hum filled the room. Standing to the side so they could see what he did, and with one hand resting on Shayla’s ass, Tony said, “You may come as much as you like, pet.” He pressed the head of the vibrator between her legs, against her clit.
Immediately Shayla moaned, her back flexing and arching as much as the ropes binding her to the bench would allow. Tony stoked her ass with his free hand for a moment, then finally glanced over at them. “Sometimes, she needs a little prodding to get over the first one and get started.”
He smacked her ass cheek with his bare hand.
Shayla let out a cry, followed immediately by a long, low, guttural moan that Mike had no difficulty interpreting. The woman’s toes curled, her fingers clenching around the end of the bench as much as she could. She threw her head back and practically howled.
Hell, it was starting to make Mike hard just from watching her.
“Good girl,” Tony said, his tone stern. “Keep coming for Me.” He smacked her ass again.
Mike had made Jenny come more than once in one session. Didn’t happen very often, but he’d managed it.
This, however, made him feel totally inadequate by comparison. Every time Shayla’s cries changed tone to a more plaintive sound, Tony would smack her ass again and trigger what seemed to be yet another round of orgasms. Or Tony would reach around and tweak her pierced nipples.
At one point, Mike had no clue how long, when it looked like Shayla was trying to wriggle away from the vibrator, Tony practically barked at her. “Take it, pet. I didn’t say you could stop coming.” He gave her a quick series of bare-handed smacks on the ass that sent her again into that low, guttural moan Mike was sure he’d now hear in his sleep.
Jenny’s grip had tightened around Mike’s arm to the point that he finally had to pry her hand loose or risk ending up with bruises along his bicep. He laced his fingers through hers and stood there, watching Tony forcing Shayla to repeatedly orgasm.
Eventually, Tony switched the vibrator off. Shayla collapsed, limp, on the bench. He walked around to her head and tenderly stroked her hair. “Did my pet have enough?”
She weakly nodded.
“You know what that means, right?”
She froze, then started to giggle. Tony stepped back to her ass and turned the vibrator on. “Just one more,” they both said. He pressed it against her, and midlaugh she started moaning again.
This time, however, he did stop after only a minute or so, switching off the vibrator before putting it down and untying Shayla. He grabbed a large beach towel from a nearby shelf and wrapped it around her as she sat up, cuddling her against him.
Now the man appeared to be the paragon of tenderness. He stroked her hair, his gaze fixed on her. She wore an exhausted, sated smile, her cheek pressed against his stomach.
“How you doing, pet?”
“Green, Sir,” she softly said. “Thank You, Sir.”
“Good girl. After you come back to earth, put your robe on and we’ll talk in the living room for a few minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t move.
He laughed. “Did I put pet in her happy place?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tony looked at Mike, their gazes locked. “Now, would you like to lecture me on how badly I abuse my wife,” he asked in a matter-of-fact tone, “or would you like to talk about what you just saw?”
“Talk,” Mike managed to croak.
Tony smiled. “That’s what I hoped.”
It took Shayla a few more minutes to return to her senses. She had a robe hanging on the inside of the dungeon door and pulled it on, not even bothering to take off the leather cuffs. Tony kept her tucked against his side as he led the way back to the living room, where he sat at one end of the couch and Shayla curled up with her head in his lap.
“Now,” Tony said, “for clarification, a scene like that between Shay and myself usually involves a lot more impact play and ends with me fucking her, or her giving me a blow job. If we’re at home or a private party, that is. Can’t do that at the club, of course.”
“Why?” Mike asked.
“Why what?”
“Why can’t it end like that at the club?”
“Because their rules don’t allow it. Most clubs that have to deal with zoning ordinances can’t allow alcohol or penetrative sex if they want to stay open. What happens at a private residence is something else.”
* * * *
Jenny finally recovered her voice. She knew if she didn’t that Mike would probably sit there asking stupid questions because he was having difficulty processing what he’d just witnessed. “Thank you for showing us that.”
As far as she was concerned, it was the hottest damn thing she’d ever seen, now bringing some of the books she’d read to life in a way she’d never thought about before.
She’d wanted to be Shayla, securely bound to the bench. Wanted it to be Mike using a vibrator on her and forcing her to come until he was done with her.
Wanted it to be Mike fucking her when he finished, using her, taking her.
“You’re welcome,” Tony said as he stroked his wife’s hair. “I’d say it was my pleasure, but Shayla was having the most fun, I think.”
The woman giggled from where she still lay with her head in her husband’s lap.
Just as Jenny had sensed a change come about Tony when the scene started, so she sensed a similar, but opposite change transform Shayla. Tony had suddenly seemed more there, solid, firm. Shayla had gone from a take-charge kind of woman to…
Well, submissive.
She didn’t miss that Tony’s next comment was specifically directed at Mike. “I wanted to show you something very important. BDSM is about what you make of it. Not what you think others make of it. Yes, I smacked her ass and pinched her nipples. Did I harm her? No. Did I hurt her? Some might say so, but I think Shayla here would disagree. I took control and forced her to respond to me in the way that I wanted her to respond. If it had ever gotten to be too much for her, she would have safeworded. She’s safeworded before during forced orgasm scenes.”
“Not very often,” she said, her tone still sounding giggly.
Tony smiled down at her. “No, not very often. And usually for some other reason, like a foot cramp or something.”
Jenny stared at Mike. “Are you okay?” she asked.
He didn’t look okay. He looked shell-shocked. “I don’t know.”
“Here’s the thing,” Tony said. “We can’t take you this weekend, because Shay has family coming to town tomorrow and we promised to show them around and have them over for dinner. Next Saturday, however, you two come meet up with all of us for dinner, and we’ll take you to Venture and show you around. You don’t have to do anything except watch and ask questions. Deal?”
Before Mike could think about nixing the idea, Jenny eagerly nodded. “Deal. Thank you so much!”
“Not a problem. We meet at Sigalo’s at seven. I’ll tell the gang that you’re coming.”
“Gang?” Mike asked.
“A small group of regulars. Some of them you met at the munch. Ross and Loren, Tilly and her guys. And a few others.”
Jenny stared at Mike, willing him to be okay with this. The chance to go to a real dungeon?
Oh, please!
He finally nodded. “Okay.”
* * * *
Mike let Jenny take over the conversation. He was having a hard time processing what they’d just seen.
“Look,” Tony finally said to them. “Jenny, let Mike know what books you read that you really enjoyed. And try to tell him why you enjoyed them, if you even know. Spend this coming week talking. Feel free to ask us questions. Then next Saturday, while we’re at the club, we can talk more after you’ve had a chance to digest this.”
Mike nodded, more to end the conversation and get t
hem out them out the door than in agreement.
As he drove them home, Jenny acted like she’d just received a mainline dose of happiness, glowing, chattering about what they’d seen, the books she’d read—way too much for him to process.
He eventually settled on nodding when it seemed appropriate. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings. He didn’t want to step on her good mood.
What he wanted was to have a little quiet time alone to process what he’d seen.
Was it wrong that at one point he’d gotten hard watching what happened? He’d felt ashamed about that, his reaction to watching another man doing that to a woman.
Wasn’t it wrong to want to control a woman? That was what he’d thought all his life.
And if he was wrong about that, what else was he wrong about?
Chapter Fourteen
When they got home that night, Jenny didn’t even let Mike get the front door locked before she was kissing him, pulling his shirttails from his pants, trying to unbutton his shirt.
Rather than trying to think, he went with that, his cock glad to follow along with her excellent plan.
After a frantic, vigorous fuck, they collapsed, Jenny quickly falling asleep draped across him.
Mike lay awake and stared at the ceiling, his mind buzzing now that his cock had been satisfied.
Okay, since his initial shock had faded, he could understand Shayla liking what her husband had done to her. Hell, once or twice while fucking Jenny doggy style he’d lightly smacked her ass, too. It was hot, she’d enjoyed it, and it certainly hadn’t been anything harder than a harmless swat.
Check.
Processed.
Bondage wasn’t even all that shocking. He remembered one weekend in college where Jenny had him tie her hands to the bed with a couple of scarves while he went down on her.
Check.
Processed.
It also made sense, in retrospect, why Jenny had come so hard when he’d done that.
I’m an idiot.