Running his hand up her legs and feeling her soft skin, Sylas felt
heat pulse in his veins. He pulled his wife off the bed and into his arms.
Ashley held on tight and looked at him with her gorgeous blue eyes. “I love you, Master.”
“Sweetheart, how are you feeling about tonight?”
“Anxious and excited, Sir. My molten lava cake is at least ten-feet tall.”
“Just the way we like you.” He kissed her. “Nic, you’re driving tonight. I’m carrying our sub.”
“What? No coin toss?” Nic laughed. “You got a deal, Sylas, as long as I get to carry her off the stage.”
“Deal.”
As Nic drove them to the club, Sylas could feel Ashley’s growing trembles. “You trust us, baby?”
“Yes, Master. I trust you with my life.”
He never tired of hearing her say those words. Trust. That was what the lifestyle he’d come to love was all about. He felt so confident now after completing Zac’s last lesson. The uncertainty when he’d first begun learning about BDSM was gone. I’m a Dom. I’m her Dom.
He and Nic would continue earning her trust each and every day and night. Especially the nights.
* * * *
Every step Ashley took with her two Doms leading her to the main stage increased her temperature another degree. By the time she was walking up the stairs, she was on fire.
The members of Phase Four were moving to the seats in front of the stage.
They are going to watch me with Nic and Sylas. Oh my God, this is really happening.
She’d been to the club many times, but tonight was like no other. She’d never been part of a scene on any of the stages. Her first time was to be on the main one. Excitement and nervousness rolled through her. She kept her eyes locked on her Doms. They would take care of her. They would keep her safe.
As Nic guided her to the center of the stage, she heard the music that he and Sylas had selected begin to play. Tribal drums pounded out a beat that was mesmerizing, hypnotic, otherworldly.
“Dance for us, sub,” Sylas commanded. “We want everyone to see how this beautiful body moves.”
“Yes, Master.” Her heart fluttered like mad as she wiggled her body as seductively as she could.
As she danced in place, Nic and Sylas moved next to her, touching her in places that only they knew how to touch—pinching her nipple, caressing her thigh, slapping her ass. This continued for several hot seconds until she felt relaxed and in the moment. She felt so sexy and alive.
Nic whispered in her ear. “Now strip for us. Give our audience a good show, sub.”
“Yes, Master.” She removed the bustier that he and Sylas had given her.
The crowd clapped and cheered their approval, which made her so happy and proud.
“They like what they see, baby. I knew they would,” Sylas whispered in her other ear. “Now remove the skirt and thong but leave on the stilettos.”
“Yes, Master.” She knew how much Sylas loved seeing her naked with only a pair of high heels on her feet. Slipping out of her skirt and thong, she heard more applause and cheers from their audience, and that pleased her so much.
“Turn around, sub.” Nic slapped her bottom. “I want to show off this gorgeous ass.”
She obeyed.
“Now Master Sylas and I are going to make it pretty and pink.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nic pull out a paddle from his satchel and Sylas bring out a crop from his.