All Aboard (Anchored 3)

When a super hot guy offers to show you around a sex dungeon, you say yes. You always, always say yes. I might be naïve, but I’m smart enough to know when there’s a good thing in front of me, and Tony?

He’s a good thing.

And a damn good kisser.

“Tell me about your experience with kink before this,” he says, leading me toward a stage. My eyes are glued to it as I speak to him. Somehow, I’m unable to look away from the scene unfolding before me. A woman is on her knees and she’s tied up with rope. Two men are circling her like sharks, but she doesn’t look afraid. She looks excited.

“I don’t really have any,” I admit. “I came here because I lost a bet.”

“Is that right?”

“I met Lily and Christina recently and we started hanging out. They gave me a week to find someone using Turntable. I couldn’t, so I had to come try the club.”

“They’re a couple of sneaky little subs, aren’t they?”

“The sneakiest,” I agree, tearing my eyes away from the scene to look up at Tony. He smiles at me, and suddenly, I feel very safe. This isn’t a feeling I have very often. It’s not that there’s anything terribly traumatic in my past, but I don’t typically feel safe with men. Maybe it’s because I’m so short and they all seem so huge. Maybe it’s because I never had a close relationship with my father. I’m not sure.

When I look up at Tony, though, I feel like he’s going to protect me. He barely knows me, but he seems like he’s going to take care of me, like he’s going to look after me, and I like that feeling very much.

Tony moves behind me and wraps his arms around me. He pulls me back against him so we’re both staring at the stage.

“Look at this beautiful submissive,” he says. “What do you think when

you see her?”

“She should be afraid,” I tell him. “She’s all tied up.” She’s naked under all those ropes. I can see her breasts and her nipples.

“But she isn’t afraid, is she?”

“No.”

“What do you think she’s feeling, Macie? Look at her face.”

“Peace,” I say instantly. “She trusts those men.”

“She’s dating them,” he tells me. “And they come here every week to play.”

“She’s dating both of them?”

“Yes.”

“She must be very loved,” I say before I can stop myself. Tony stills behind me.

“That’s an interesting observation,” he says. “And I agree with you.”

One of the men is speaking to the woman, but the music is so loud I can’t hear what he’s saying. The other one has undone his pants so his cock is out, and the woman opens her mouth to take it.

“I’ve never…” I tell him.

“You’ve never seen anyone do this before?”

“Never.”

“Have you ever watched yourself? Maybe in a mirror?”

“Only when I-” I stop before I can keep talking. It’s too embarrassing to say out loud.

“What were you going to say?”