The Girlfriend (The Boss 2)

“Very perceptive of you.” I sat back and crisscrossed my legs, pulling the blankets to cover my lap. “Did you want to go further than we have been going?”

“I would, if you would as well. But it’s been a while for us, Sophie,” he reminded me, and I thought back. The last time he’d played Dom was the day he’d first told me he loved me. He’d followed that bombshell by handcuffing me to him in the shower and using the hose attachment to subject me to forced orgasms.

“Yeah, it has been,” I agreed. My skin ached at the memory. Sure, he’d spanked me while we were fucking, on occasion, but we hadn’t done any real D/s play for a few weeks. I was surprised at how much I missed it. “What kind of stuff would you want to do in Paris?”

“Well...” he looked uncomfortable. That was so unlike Neil. Usually, he could talk about all sorts of sex stuff as easily as asking me to pass the salt. “How would you feel about going to a dungeon?”

“Excuse me?” I had seen many police procedural dramas in my time, and “murder at the sex dungeon” episodes were as common to them as “divide the apartment in half” episodes were to sitcoms. I imagined a place with graffitied walls and loud house music. Then I tried to imagine Neil in an establishment like that. It seemed unlikely. “What goes on in one of those places?”

“Well, the club I belong to is very exclusive, and they have a wonderful staff who keep the place clean and safe,” he began. He was trying to gauge my reaction, I realized. I kept my expression neutral and gave nothing away. If he thought I was disgusted or afraid, he would dismiss the idea altogether, and I was actually very curious about it. He continued, “There is some very interesting equipment there for the use of members, in private as well as public.”

“Public sex?” I raised an eyebrow. “In the age of camera phones?”

“No phones allowed. And I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you were uncomfortable with.” He shrugged. “This is the only dungeon I’ve ever been to that allows sex on the premises, in part because it isn’t prostitution. No money changes hands between the staff and the clientele beyond the annual membership dues.”

“Wow, this sounds like some crazy rich-people-orgies-in-castles stuff,” I said warily. “How much are the yearly dues?”

He shifted. “Let’s... not discuss that right now. I will tell you that a part owner in the club is involved in some very high level politics in France, and that helps the club fly under the radar, so to speak.”

“Huh.” I guess there were a lot of rules you could circumvent if you had enough money. “So, if people can’t have sex in these clubs normally... What’s the point of them?”

He looked a bit bashful. “Sometimes it’s nice to just spank someone and order them around, without intercourse being involved.”

“But have you ever had sex with someone in this club?” I wasn’t jealous, just genuinely curious and quite turned on. Neil’s past experiences always sounded so hot.

“I have,” he admitted.

“Like what?” I licked my lower lip in a parody of over-the-top seduction. “I want all the dirty details, Sir.”

He laughed. “All right. I was in a three way there—”

“Boy-boy-girl?” I prompted. “Girl-girl-boy?”

“All male, sorry to disappoint you,” he said with a grin.

“Disappoint me? I’ll be thinking about that in the shower later.” I was so fucking hot for him. Two weeks wouldn’t be up soon enough.

“And, I’ve occasionally been invited to engage other Doms’ subs. Sometimes, that offer is hard to pass up.”

“I don’t know if I’d like that,” I admitted. “I mean, I’m not sure how I would feel about you with someone else. That’s kind of... mine.”

“Oh, another piece of Dominant Sophie rears its head.”

I shook my head, smiling down at my hands. “Not Dominant. Not at all. Just possessive. I waited a long time for you.”

“You could watch if you’d like. Not a D/s scene with someone else. You’re right, that’s yours. But you could watch me fuck someone, if that turned you on.”

I thought he was kidding, for a moment. “Are you serious?”

“If you wanted to watch me with a man or another woman, I wouldn’t dismiss the notion out of hand.” He shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind watching you with another man, sometime, if you were open to it.”

Something in me recoiled at the thought. I’d long bought into the cultural expectation of One True Love, even if I hadn’t wanted one, myself. A threesome with strangers in a BDSM dungeon seemed fine to me, but watching the man or woman you loved being physically intimate with another person seemed as though it should wound you, not turn you on.

But that discomfort was momentary, when I actually imagined it. When I pictured another woman’s legs winding around Neil’s waist, her face contorting with pleasure, and knowing exactly how she felt… There was a strange sort of pride in it. Ownership. That’s mine, look how lucky I am.