As I follow behind Kendra, my eyes take in the room, as we walk inside. It’s a fairly big room with a king size bed with metal rails, a leather chair to the side, and various items that I’ve never seen before. They’re lined on the wall, and I wonder what they’re used for. The walls are a dark gray, while the wood floor is a dark brown color. The room has the same vibe and feel as the other side of the club does. It screams sex, and a promise of something enjoyable.
“Trixie,” Weston calls out with that demanding voice, and I snap my head towards him. It’s hard to fight the impulse to look away, but I hold his gaze. “You’ll sit there,” he says, as he points to the leather chair. I quickly make my way over to it, and then sit down. Sitting up straight, I keep his gaze, as he asks, “Do you have any questions, before we begin?”
“The bracelets. What do they signify?”
He slowly walks closer to me, and I tense, wondering what he’s doing. “Each one has its own meaning. Yours is red because you have no affiliation yet.” With my frown, he explains, “You’re undetermined of what you are. Are you a submissive, or are you a Dominant? Once you decide, you’ll either get a white bracelet to show everyone here that you’re a sub, or the black, which means you’ve chosen Dominant.” I clench my jaw, feeling my heart race, as he walks circles around me. I’m not sure, if he’s doing this on purpose or what, but he’s making me nervous. “The other band is the braided black and white ones that show you’re in a Dom/sub relationship.”
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I ask, “What is a Dominant?”
“That’s what I’m going to show you,” he claims in my ear, and I jump. I had no idea he was so close, and although Weston is handsome, I feel no attraction to him whatsoever. “Relax, Trixie,” he says softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. I’m not surprised that I follow the command. I’m getting used to it, since it’s happened a lot recently. “You’re only here to watch. I don’t share Kendra, and she doesn’t share me either.”
As soon as those words leave his mouth, I instantly relax completely. I know Kendra said I would be watching, but now that Weston has said it again, it makes me feel less awkward around him. “You are not to leave this spot. Do you understand?” I nod, but that only earns me a pinch on my shoulder. I snap my head towards the stinging pain, as Weston claims, “Words, Trixie. Use your words, because in this room, they’re very much needed. So, I’ll ask once more. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, I understand,” I rush out.
“Good. Now, let’s begin.”
Watching him closely, as he walks away from me, I notice how Kendra is sitting in the middle of the room on her knees, completely bare, except for her skimpy thong. How did I miss that? Honestly, I was so focused on Weston, that I hadn’t realized she was even undressing. Her head is down, and her hands are resting on her thighs. How long has she been like that? It doesn’t seem very comfortable on this hardwood floor, but as I stare at her, I realize her chest is rising and falling quickly.
She’s panting.
I have to admit the position is beautiful in its own way. Weston approaches her, and Kendra’s fingers start to twitch. I wonder what she’s thinking right now. Is she excited or aroused? I wish I could ask her, but I get the feeling the time for questions are over.
“I want you to watch Kendra closely. Watch how she obeys my every command without hesitation. Watch how she does everything I tell her to, because she wants to please me.”
As he touches her with his fingertips on her neck and shoulder, he says, “She knows pleasing me pleases her. I hold the key to her pleasure, and her innermost needs. Only I can give her what she wants. Isn’t that right, kitten?”
“Yes, sir,” Kendra answers instantly.
“What do you want to show Trixie first, kitten?”
“Anything that pleases you, sir.”
My face flames hearing Kendra’s voice. It’s so full of lust, and the room is starting to fill with sexual tension. I have to cross my legs, because with every caress of Weston’s fingers on Kendra, it’s making me wish I was being touched just like that, too. It’s such a turn on seeing her at his mercy, but I know he’ll do anything to please her.
Weston said pleasing him pleases her, and I’m seeing that first hand. By just giving him the control, Kendra has pleased him very much so. I know, because I can’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his pants. I also know, because Kendra’s breathing has become erratic, as her chest starts turning red.
With wide eyes, I watch, as Weston grabs a handful of Kendra’s hair and pulls. It makes her tilt her head back, but she never looks at him. Her eyes are still downcast, as Weston places his other hand around her throat. Hearing her moan, I open my mouth to suck in more air.
Fuck. This is hot.
Clenching my legs tighter, I keep my eyes on them, as Weston kisses her deeply. Kendra doesn’t move, and I’m surprised she’s able to keep her position, as he kisses her harder and harder. When he pulls away, her lips are swollen and red.
“Look at me,” he commands her, and she instantly does so.
He caresses her face lovingly, and it’s clear how much they love each other. Weston’s hand slowly slides down to her neck, and then he touches the collar around
