“I reserved room thirteen for you, so you can go whenever you wish.” After another moment, he breaks our gaze, and then turns to Weston. “Enjoy your night.”
He doesn’t utter a single word to me, as he walks off, and he doesn’t look back either. I’m not sure why that fills me with such disappointment, but it does. I watch him walk around the club, as he greets other men and women, and then nods at others. It’s not surprising that he does all of this like he owns the place. Does he own this club, too? As the thought crosses my mind, it makes sense.
Turning towards Kendra, I start to ask her, but I stop, as I realize her demeanor has completely changed. Her eyes are downcast, and her hands are clasped together in front of her stomach. She stands straighter, even though she was upright before. Then, I notice Weston has changed, too. The vibe I’m getting from him is nothing but dominance. I’m completely shocked at how much, and how quickly they’ve changed from talking and laughing to … this.
Watching them intently, Weston uses a hand to lightly brush across Kendra’s shoulder. I visibly see the intake of her breath, and even in the dim lights, I see her complexion redden, as goosebumps show up after.
Weston whispers something in her ear, and Kendra quickly nods. “Use your words, kitten.” He commands, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine.
It’s not Weston that makes me feel this way though.
It’s that commanding voice.
The demand.
I won’t lie, it’s hard to watch and not partake. However, I’m so curious to find out what’s going on, so I stay where I am, willing my body to behave.
“Yes, sir,” Kendra finally utters. She seems breathless, just as I’m becoming.
“Good girl.” Weston praises, taking Kendra by the hand.
Are they going to leave me here? Alone? As soon as the thought crosses my mind, Kendra locks gazes with me, and then completely shocks me, when she grabs my hand.
“Kendra would like you to watch tonight. Are you okay with that?” Snapping my gaze to Weston, I consider what he’s actually asking me.
It takes me so long to answer that Kendra turns to Weston and politely asks, “May I speak to her for a moment, sir?”
How a question sounds so alluring is beyond me, but Kendra apparently knows what she’s doing. Weston gives her permission, and I dart my eyes to her, as he walks away, giving us some privacy.
“Trixie, I think you should try this. I know it’ll be … different, but I firmly believe, if you see, then you’ll understand what it is you need.”
“I’m confused, Kendra. Are you asking me to watch you and your … husband have sex?” I don’t think I can go through with that. Yes, a part of me is jumping to say fuck yes, but this is my friend. There are some lines you shouldn’t cross.
Her eyes soften, as if she already knows what I’m thinking. “I promise this is more for your benefit than mine. Well, I’m going to enjoy this a lot, because I’m a submissive, so I crave this. Trust me, Trix. If you feel uncomfortable at all, you can leave. No one will make you stay, if you don’t want to.”
Looking around the room, while I think, I really start to question my morals. Can I do this? More to the point, does Kendra think I’m a … submissive, too? Honestly, I have no idea what that term even means, but maybe, she’s right. She was right about bringing me here, so maybe, this will bring me closer to finding out what it is that I’m looking for.
Since we arrived, I’ve felt more like myself, than I have my entire life. Then, there is something deep down, telling me to go with it. It’s like a nagging thought you can’t put your finger on, but you know it’s there, giving subtle hints.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t want this to make things weird between us.”
“Can you please just take my word for it?” She asks, placing a hand on my bare shoulder. “I wouldn’t have asked, if I thought for one second, that you weren’t up for it. Plus, I trust you, and I know you need this, just as much as I do.”
“What’s the verdict?” Weston asks with a commanding voice, as he reaches us.
Kendra looks at me with hope in her eyes, as Weston makes me feel as if I should look away. And I do, because it feels right to do so. Maybe, I should stop thinking with my head, and for once, go with what my instincts are telling me. Sucking in a deep breath, I decide to go with my instincts.
“Yes.”
With Weston leading the way, I follow behind Kendra, as my nerves reach an all-time high. It’s shocking and a bit alarming at how fast my heart races just thinking about what I’m about to witness. Kendra said she was a submissive, and she must think I’m one, too. Maybe, I am, and maybe, this is the key to figuring out what I need to make this void go away and stay away. I’ll have to remember to Google what a submissive is later.
As we walk through double doors, two security guards nod, letting us pass. We enter a long hallway with doors lined up on both sides. Weston said there are twenty rooms here, so it makes sense to have ten on one hall, and the other ten on a different one. I only figure this out, because we have to go through another set of double doors, before we reach room
