Chapter Thirteen
AfterSofiasigneda set of non-disclosure agreements, Roman excused herself and left her and Ozzie in the lounge. It was clearly a place where business was done to ensure she wasn’t putting her club or her clients at risk. Just far enough removed from what was really happening behind the closed doors.
“You know you could have told me about all this, right? I would have agreed to come with you.”
“I had a feeling you would, but I wanted you to feel the anticipation of the unknown. Did it work?”
“You could say that,” she said, leaning forward and kissing him.
“Tell me, Nixie, are you wet with excitement?”
She moaned as he pulled her onto his lap, sucking lightly on her neck. The feel of his lips on her made everything tingle. She was on edge more than she would admit, so she couldn’t be bothered to answer his question. Ozzie didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, he slid his hand down her breasts and stomach until he reached the waistband of her jeans. They were tight already and as soon as his oversized hand slipped inside, she could feel the pull of it against her back. The pain sparked a whole new sensation, and she gasped as his fingers found her wet core.
He groaned into her ear, “Are all those sweet juices just for me or did you like it when Roman touched you too?”
She whimpered and pressed her hips forward until her clit brushed the palm of his hand. She gripped onto his shoulders and ground herself against him again, wanting to increase the feel of him touching her.
“I think you did like it, didn’t you? Roman is a magnificent dominant and very skilled at what she does. Maybe some day if you ask nicely, I’ll ask her to come play with us.”
Sofia’s mind was flooded with images of Roman, Ozzie and her in bed, in the shower, even on the couch they were currently sitting on.
“Not tonight though, tonight you are all mine.”
He pulled his fingers from her and she cried out at the loss of his touch.
“Patience, little one,” he said as he brought his hand up between them and pressed his fingers into her mouth, dipping them in between her parted lips. The taste of her on his roughened hands was a turn-on like nothing else.
“Come with me, I set up quite a show for us tonight,” he said as he helped her to stand.
Behind the couch where they were sitting was a dark oak door. The walls were paneled with similar wood and she noticed the floor appeared to be black marble. The only furniture in the room was the black velvet sofa that she had been sitting on and a large wooden desk with a high-backed chair.
“This place looks like something out of a movie,” she said as they walked toward the doorway.
“That’s the idea,” Ozzie said with a smile.
When he opened the door, she saw things she never would have dreamed of. The room they entered was an oversized space with a large platform in the center. It was a stage of sorts, and in the middle were Mistress Roman and two men. She chained one up onto a cross and the other was checking out a set of paddles on the table next to them. Roman was walking around the man on the cross as if she was sizing him up. He was a beautiful specimen of a man. His muscular frame was covered in tattoos, but the one that covered his chest caused her to look again. It matched the other man’s chest tattoo perfectly.
“They are Roman’s husbands. All three of them consider themselves switches. People who can easily switch from dominants to submissives within their relationship.”
“Husbands? As in, she has two?”
“Yes, they have been together for a long time and they are inseparable.”
“Lucky woman.”
“Is that something you desire? More than one man?”
“No, I meant she’s lucky in that they are inseparable. Do you see the way he is tracking her with his eyes? It’s like he can’t get enough of her.”
“He can’t.”
“What are they doing up there?”
“It’s still early, so they are demonstrating a scene. They do this for educational purposes, but otherwise you won’t see them playing in the club. Not unless you specifically request them.”
“You can do that?”
“Within reason. Her men will share her with other women, but not with other men. She won’t share them at all. If you wanted Roman, I would make arrangements, but you would need to be okay with them watching.”