She felt four hands on her—Josh and Jacob’s. They guided her out of the seat and led her forward. They bent her over the desk until she was on her tiptoes. Then they stretched out her arms. She felt leather around her wrists. Being attached to two of the desk’s metal posts kept her from moving her arms.
Oh God. How many people are watching?
She took a deep breath and focused on the beat of Jacob’s song. Boom. Boom. Boom.
She was on stage, on display, trembling. When they lifted her skirt, she tensed. One of the earphones was removed and she heard Jacob whisper, “Trust us. Listen to my music. Focus on what you’re feeling. Imagine we are alone. You. Me. Josh. Nothing else exists but us.”
“Yes, Master.”
When the earbud went back in place, her temperature rose and so did her anticipation.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The tribal beat swirled inside her head, and the beats of her heart began to match the music.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The earbud came out. “Don’t forget your safe word, sweetheart,” Josh said. “What state are you in?”
He and Jacob were taking such good care of her. They wanted to show her off, to push her boundaries. But even more they were making sure she felt safe. “Flight. I want to fly, Master.”
“Very good, sub.”
The earbud went back in place again.
She realized how far she’d come with them. No way would she have even considered acting this way before. No more running. The more they gave her, the more she wanted to submit to them. Her love for them continued to expand and deepen.
She felt their hands on her ass, caressing her, showing her off for their audience.
Then the first slap of one of the paddles landed in the center of her ass. It stung deliciously, but she reminded herself that they were not alone. There are people watching. Oh God.
Gentle caresses from her Masters eased her mind back into a state of acceptance, of submission, of trust.
Another slap. This one harder than the one before. Tears tickled her eyes. The drums rhythmic pulse continued. Another slap of the paddle and she slipped into that warm, floaty space.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Resistance was gone. She was Josh and Jacob’s prize to do with as they pleased.
Her body was warming with every slap and caress.
They removed the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. When they lifted her off the desk, they kept the blindfold and earbuds in place. One of her Masters lifted her up into his arms. She melted into Jacob, recognizing his scent with its hint of oak.
Josh kissed her. Even blindfolded, she knew his lips intimately.
They were moving her. To where? She didn’t know. Another stage? She was no longer concerned with their audience. She was filled with pride that Josh and Jacob had shown her off. She felt sexy, naughty, and so turned on. Who knew I was such an exhibitionist? Josh and Jacob must have sensed it or else they wouldn’t have set up the public scene for her.
Heat rolled through her like wild fire. They removed the earbuds. She focused, trying to make out any sounds. But she heard only the hum of what sounded to her like air conditioning. When they removed the blindfold, she knew why the sounds of the crowd at Phase Four were gone. They had taken her from the stage to a private room. They were alone.
Jacob lowered her to her feet and bent down, pressing his mouth to her lips. “You did great, angel. We’re so proud of you.”
“Yes, we are, sweetheart,” Josh said. “Very proud.”
Hearing their praise made her tingle all over.
Jacob folded a towel and placed it on the floor in front of her. “On your knees, sub.”
“Yes, Master.”