Jardin stopped for a moment, assessed Josh, who was trembling where he stood secured to the St Andrew’s cross. A few lines crisscrossed his back.
“He really likes that?” she whispered.
“He does. Look at how Jardin speaks to him, checking in.” Josh nodded at whatever the sadist was asking him. Jardin cupped the back of his neck as he spoke to him. Josh’s Dom watched on but didn’t interfere. Jardin moved back behind Josh and flicked the whip against his back.
Aspen jumped. Time to move on. “I don’t think I’ll ever like that.”
“I know, pet. And I have no desire to make you bleed. It’s not my kink either.”
She relaxed slightly. They moved around the play room. It was starting to get busier and several people stopped to talk to him, thankfully, briefly. He took note of Aspen’s interests. Bondage was a definite yes. Suspension was also a possibility, she’d watched a scene where the female submissive was held in ropes in the air while her Dom tortured her with a vibrator with a mix of arousal and concern. Yes, that was definitely something to think about.
Wax play was also a possibility. They watched a particularly hot scene with a Domme and her male submissive. They moved on to a scene where a female submissive was secured in a cage. She was kneeling, the cage suspended in the air, her Dom having placed some thick pads in the cage for her to rest her hands and knees on. Her ankles were secured to each corner of the cage with leather restraints and a ball gag and blindfold cut her off from the room. The Dom reached through the opening at the end of the cage to insert a large anal plug into her ass. She groaned behind the gag, the wooden slats the Dom had inserted through the slots of the cage held her still. There was one under her stomach, one over her shoulder blades, another above her breasts and one more over her bent knees.
“Relax, girl, you can take it. You’ve had bigger in your ass,” he growled at her.
Besides him, Aspen gasped. “That’s Hannah,” she whispered.
“Hannah enjoys this sort of play. And she won’t mind you observing.” Although he understood it could feel uncomfortable to watch someone you knew.
“I feel like I shouldn’t be.” She looked down.
He ran his finger over the top of her breasts. They were barely contained in the tight corset. He couldn’t wait much longer to get her naked and tied down. She glanced up at him, the heat in her eyes a match to his own.
He reached a finger between her breasts and tugged until the right nipple popped out. She gasped and tried to take a step back.
“Stay still.”
Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, but she stilled. Good girl. He reached in, pulling her other breast free. Time to make her aware her body was his to do with as he liked.
“Face the scene.”
She bit at her lower lip. Then glanced around. Her mind raced. He leaned into her, his mouth brushing against her ear. “Remember what your job is tonight. To follow my orders. Nothing else.”
She stared up at him. “Pretty hard to concentrate when I’m half naked.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I can change that so you’re fully naked.”
She made a low noise. Damn, she was fun to tease. Tease? Was that what he was doing? He didn’t normally tease.
“I can’t believe I have my boobs out in front of a roomful of people.”
“You don’t. I have my breasts on display where others can see but not touch. Because they are mine.”
He saw the way his words calmed her. “Yours?”
“Mine.” He reached out and flicked one nipple. She gasped, arousal making her eyes grow cloudy.
“Pet, you were given an order and I’ve been very patient. That won’t last forever.”
Her eyes widened. She swallowed heavily then she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
She turned to face the cage where Blake, one of Jake’s deputies, was currently holding a vibrator over Hannah’s engorged clit.
Saxon wrapped an arm around Aspen’s abdomen, just below her breasts. “Good girl. I’m proud of you.”
Those words made her stand straighter. His girl needed words of praise. God knew she’d probably never received them from her mother. With his other hand, he teased her nipples, moving from one to the other, pulling at the engorged nub then rubbing it lightly. Her breathing grew faster, little murmurs of need escaping from her lips. He held her firmly, not letting her move away.
Hannah’s cries grew louder. Aspen stiffened. Embarrassment? Worry? Arousal?