TogetherinCyn (7 page)

Every type of jewelry I could imagine filled them. She closed
one of the trays and opened another. I made a startled noise. It held nipple
clamps, wrist restraints and other items I didn’t want to know the names for.

“This is nothing when it comes to bondage. All the crazy
special stuff is stored with the stage downstairs. Some of the Doms don’t have
a private space downstairs to keep their things in. Some travel here
infrequently and don’t want to keep it stocked so we carry extras for them.
Chris and Jared have built up their clientele. They’ve worked countless hours
for the reputation they have here and in the surrounding states. Some people
you wouldn’t believe come here to play.”

She closed the panel and came closer to me. “Come on, what
do you think? I’ve been waiting years to get to show this off to C and J’s
woman.”

“It’s like…Fetishes R’ Us.”

“Damn, I love that. I could open my own chain of fetish-wear
stores one of these days.” Her eyebrows sank low in quiet contemplation and I
could see the hamster in her cage working overtime.

“And where did you get the outfits?” I walked over to the
clothes and ran my palm over some made with silky fabric.

She stepped closer and scrutinized a nurse’s uniform that
would make any man stop and pay attention to the safety lesson of the day. “I
made it all.”

“But…” I picked up a skirt made out of plaid material. It
was a naughty version of a private-school skirt. White, brown, black and red
were all woven together to make a beautiful soft, pleated fabric. It was
amazing work. “These are gorgeous. You must truly love it.” I waved at the
racks and racks of fabric clinging to hangers.

“I do.” She appeared wistful but I blinked and it was gone.
“Okay. Do you have any preferences for tonight?”

Panic lit my veins on fire. My heart pumped it steadily
throughout my limbs. Was I actually going to try this again? I wanted to be
excited and nothing else. But doubt kept creeping in.

What if they wanted me to have sex with someone else? The
thought of giving someone else a blowjob made me want to curl into a ball.

I’d tried the head-in-the-sand trick. Ripping out the pages
in my diary was supposed to fix things.

Giving them to the police had only made things worse.

Maybe I was making a mistake…

With shaky hands, I hung up the skirt. Probably looked like
a deer in headlights because Jenna patted my arm and gave it a quick squeeze.
“It’s okay. Why don’t you shower and wash and dry your hair. It’ll help with
the nerves and give you a few minutes to regroup. I’ll go through and pick
several things out for you and you can try them on. I can make alterations on
the spot if we need to but I’m a pretty good judge of size and my head is
already swimming with possibilities. So shoo into the shower.”

Mutely, I let her move me along until I stood next to the
sink counter. Then she started the shower.

“The shelves inside have numerous kinds of shampoo and
conditioner. Help yourself. Disposable razors and a new loofah are under the
counter along with a blow-dryer for you. So get to it and we’ll make this a
night you’ll never forget.”

“Thanks,” I said, and meant it.

“Don’t thank me yet. We’ve got hours to go and you may want
to strangle me before everything is perfect and I deem you fit to walk the
halls of The Library.” A series of sharp raps ground our conversation to a
halt.

“Hey, Jenna.” Nick’s muffled voice filtered through the
door. “The walkie-talkies are all on different channels again. Jackson and I
need your help to reset them.”

“That’s the third or fourth time this week we’ve had issues
with those. If it’s not one thing, it’s another lately. Maybe we have bad
luck.” She shrugged and said, “I bet Nick’s messing with them so I can’t say
no.” She rolled her eyes. “Let me go deal with him so we can get your inner
hoochie to come out and play. After I get done with you, neither of those men
will be able to keep their body parts to themselves. Not to mention the other
Doms they’ll have to beat off with a stick. Ha, I said beat off.” With a wink,
she turned and closed the door.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Who knew fairy godmothers wore leather, had drawers full of
restraints and made fetish wear for a living? Corsets and bondage and floggers,
oh my…

* * * * *

A little while later, I stepped from the bathroom with
nothing but a towel wrapped around me. My dry hair hung straight and loose down
my back as instructed. I was a little worried about the plug. It was clear so I
hoped Jenna wouldn’t be able to see it, but still…

“I want you in my bed.”

Startled, I clutched my towel tighter. Jared stood in the
doorway. He had a pair of slacks on and nothing else, with his hands in his
pockets. His blond hair looked wet, as if he’d come straight here from the
shower, and I remembered our time in the water earlier. I launched myself at
him. He held me tight as I found his mouth with mine and he opened for me as my
tongue danced across his lips. I moaned when we came up for air. He licked
across my shoulder and picked up several drops of water that hadn’t dried yet.

“Damn, you taste good, Cyn,” he groaned as he set me on my
feet. “I want to see you,” he whispered, untucking the towel from where I had
it looped between my breasts. He tugged it free until the towel dropped to my
feet. “You’d be naked all day long if I had any say in it.”

I grabbed on to his shoulders as a violent tremor of
pleasure rocked my body. He fixed onto my nipple with his teeth and gently bit
the tight tip. I moaned again at the feel of his mouth.

“Naughty, naughty, Mr. J,” someone said loud enough to drown
out the blood rushing in my head.

I blinked and tried to focus on the door again.

There stood Jenna with a fist planted on her hip, shaking
her finger at Jared. “She’s mine for another hour. Then you can play all you
want. But for now, out.”

The world fell away. Jared was still looking only at me,
continuing to stroke my now-stiff nipple. A little whimper escaped my throat. I
wasn’t embarrassed being caught with him. I was so turned-on and I wanted
nothing more than to climb his body again and convince him to start the
festivities early.

I caught his hand and held it in place.

“We’ll see you again before they take you downstairs, baby.
We’ve got a little something for you.” He bent to my mouth and swept his tongue
inside as he caressed the soft swell of my breast. “I’d better go finish
changing so we can make one of your fantasies come to life.” He winked at me
and strode from the room, closing the door as he left.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Huh,” was all I could weakly muster as I tried to get my
libido under control. The plug in my rear had changed from a nuisance to
something more. Something decadent and erotic and it wasn’t enough.

“Jared. He’s totally into you. I mean…
really
into
you.” Mischievousness rolled off her and I knew enough already to be worried.
“Lord, if Chris is anything like that, they’re going to have to call the fire
department before the night is over.”

I stood naked, so hot I could barely shift my thighs
together without coming, and Jenna was talking as if this were an everyday
thing, picking clothes out and selecting shoes and accessories.

“But this
is
an everyday occurrence for me.”

“I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

“It’s not a problem,” she answered cheerfully before I could
get embarrassed. “Now, I need you to climb up on the masseuse table and get on
all fours.”

Silence.

A cricket chirped two blocks away. My feet didn’t move, my
mouth fell open and I stared at the table.

“Close your eyes. Don’t think about it, just close them.”

I blinked rapidly and then let them flutter closed.

“Wanna know a secret about what Nick did today?”

I nodded automatically and tried to control my fidgeting as
she circled me.

“He installed an extra camera in here with a direct feed to
Chris and Jared’s suite upstairs. Guess where that camera points.”

I fidgeted but finally found my voice. “The masseuse table.”

“You got it. They can see us right now too. And why do you
think they had this added?”

“I don’t…know.” My heart raced. I ached to cover myself or
haul her to me. It was like a fantasy. My fantasy… “My diary.”

“Exactly.” She walked in front of me and stood so close I
could smell her strawberry lip gloss. “The guys read somewhere in that
oh-so-naughty book of yours that you were a bit bi-curious.” She cuddled the
swell of my breast and her hum of pleasure soaked into my pores as she swiped
her thumb across my sensitive nipple. “I don’t get to give you the works though
I tried to convince the guys you could handle it. Give me this, Cyn. Please.”

She led me to the table and put my palms flat on top. She
kissed my shoulder and the side of my neck. Her fingers trailed along my spine
and I almost purred. They didn’t stop until they traced the outline of the
plug.

“Did you truly think I wouldn’t notice all the whimpering
you’ve been trying to hide? Or the pussy juice leaking onto your thighs? Yes,
the plug is clear but I know when someone’s Masters have ordered her to obey
one of their commands. Chris instructed me to remove it for them, while they
watch, and you can have a taste of another fantasy. You’re more than ready.”

What could I say to that?

She hadn’t asked a question. It was a statement and it was
true. I was scared to grab for what I wanted but I was so tired of letting the
past win. Only I could take my freedom back.

I raised one knee onto the table, and then the other. She
guided me until I was on my knees with the plug right in front of her. I hadn’t
opened my eyes since she told me to close them—because it was an instruction or
I was scared, I don’t know.

She slid along my slick pussy and, without another word,
slipped one of her fingers inside. I arched closer, the skin along my backbone
buzzing with sexual tension.

“Submission is a beautiful thing. Giving yourself so freely
to someone else. Trusting them. Believing in them. It takes a strong woman to
be able to do that.” She scraped her teeth across the flesh of my rear and
pumped inside me.

“I’m not strong though. I’m not.” It came out a whisper but
it resonated throughout my body. I already wanted to come. The channel of my
sex fluttered around her finger and I wanted more.

“You’re stronger than you think or you wouldn’t be here.”

She added another slim digit and rotated the plug in my ass.
The muscles in my rectum constricted on it and I rocked with her. She twisted
the plug and then released it. “The guys said I couldn’t let you come…”

“Oh God—Jenna. I…” My pussy latched onto her fingers as she
drew them almost free and then plunged them inside again.

“But if you’re willing to take the punishment for it, I’m
willing to break the rules. Us girls have to stick together.” Her voice was
filled with mischief and my mouth opened to agree. All that came out was a rush
of air because she nearly dislodged the toy before my ass sucked it in.

“Rub your clit. You’re going to go off like a firecracker. I
bet the guys have their cocks in hand and want to run here and pound you hard
enough to knock you unconscious.”

She manipulated the base of the plug and my asshole flared
around it. I stroked the top of my pussy lips. The tips of our fingers met,
ratcheting my energy higher. The thought of sharing this with my Masters
because they knew I was turned on by it catapulted me into release.

I bucked against our hands and the plug Jenna shallowly
thrust in and out of my ass. Waves of intense white lights burst behind my
eyelids. I’d never masturbate again without thinking of her invading my sex and
making me fly. I wanted to kiss her and explore her body. I cried out in
pleasure at the thought of getting to return the favor someday.

Tremors shook my body as orgasmic waves of pleasure swept
from my toes all the way to the top of my head. Vibrations of delicious
pleasure shimmied through my pelvis.

Jenna fully removed the plug and I sighed when she slid it
free. “Slowly lower yourself onto the table and relax. I’ll get you all cleaned
up.”

My eyes stayed opened long enough to guide me until I lay
flat on my belly. I tucked my arms next to me, my toes barely peeking over the
edge of the table.

Gentle hands wiped my thighs and pussy clean and I couldn’t
help but laugh. I struggled up onto my elbows so I could sneak a peek at her.
“My pussy’s had more attention in the last twenty-four hours than she’s had in
a year.”

She chuckled. “You’re making up for lost time then.” Her
wink was part kinky, part conspiratorial. “I’m going to apply some salve to
your rear end. It’ll help with any mild discomfort now—or later.”

I lay there and hid my head in my hands. Partially from
embarrassment at her doctoring my ass, which was going to be used again in a
very short time, and partially because I could get used to this world. I wanted
to be a part of it. I didn’t know which option scared me more.

She finished quickly. My ass did feel better though it
hadn’t felt bad to start with. I slid off the table as Jenna took several
things into the bathroom. My composure and shyness returned simultaneously but
then I caught sight of the camera. I couldn’t stop smiling. What fantasy could
ever top this?

Jenna gave me a quick hug. “Ready to get dressed?” she asked
with a smile. “We’re short on time for obvious reasons so we’ll need to hurry.”

If she wasn’t going to be weird about it, I wasn’t either.
You know—mostly. “It was well worth it, I assure you.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Who’s the man?” She raised her hand and
waited until I gave her a high five.

We laughed as she fist-pumped the air. In the space of those
shared minutes, I knew this was different than how she was with most people.
She relaxed in my company and I felt…honored.