I kneeled at James’s side, making a little mental note to pay him back for this later. I assumed the position like the other women around me.

None of them moved, didn’t even try to make eye contact, and seemed almost invisible as they clung to their Masters. James had warned me about this crowd. That they took the D/s relationship very seriously, and most of them had slaves and not submissives. Back home, at our club, it was more relaxed and playful, but here…not so much.

I, on the other hand, didn’t stare at the ground like the other women. James talked with his old friends, barely noticing me.

While keeping my head slightly downcast, I used the opportunity to take in as much of my surroundings as I could from under my eyelashes without getting reprimanded.

How could I gather anything unless I took a little peek, right?

My eyes drifted to a stage where a small crowd gathered, watching a woman being flogged. She seemed to orgasm with every lash. Lucky cunt. Not that I wanted to get my ass beat, but anything that would bring me that much pleasure, I’d be all in and begging for more. Her ass was beet red as sweat glistened on her skin in the overhead lighting.

The man turned, speaking to the crowd, but I couldn’t make out the words over the music wafting through the open space. He faced her again, lashing her as she jolted with a scream. But it wasn’t one of horror or pain. It was pure pleasure and turned into a moan that I could hear loud and clear even over the beat of the song playing.

I slid my hand up James’s pant leg, gripping the back of his calf, turned on by what I saw, but also scared to death. His fingers tangled in my hair as he stroked my scalp, maybe feeling some of my anxiety or lust.

My emotions were always scattered in places like this. It was hard to rationalize what coursed through my system when I watched someone else getting off while figuring what they were enduring was anything but pleasant. Yet it was. The noises she emitted made it impossible for me to think any differently.

“Are you still into sharing?” Anders asked James.

The thought of being with any of these guys had my head spinning—and not from excitement. I didn’t want them, not when I already had the only man I wanted. But I knew, back in the day, he used to be into that type of thing. He told me when he’d become a member at Taboo, he wasn’t above sharing a sub with another Master recreationally, or if that was what the scene called for and the sub needed it.

Whatever the fuck that meant. At no time had I been strapped to our bed thinking, man, I’d love some pussy grinding on my face. Hell, I never even thought I could go for an extra cock to fill some empty part of my body while James banged the ever-living fuck out of me. Maybe that was where I was different. I was a one-man woman. Even if we hadn’t been married, I wasn’t sharing him. Ever.

From the moment he told me about his kink, I made it crystal fucking clear to James that I wasn’t a toy to be passed around to his friends. He said nothing like that would ever happen because he didn’t share what was his anymore. Fucker better have said that, or I would’ve been out the door in a heartbeat.

“No, Anders. I’ve never shared her, nor do I ever plan to either.” He gripped my hair and pulled my head back so I was forced to look him in the eyes. “This one is only for me.”

I couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across my face. “Isn’t that right, doll?”

“Yes, Master,” I said, kind of digging the dirtiness of the words and feeling totally in tune with our current surroundings. Plus, I wanted to show my husband that I could follow directions…at least sometimes.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it made my entire body tingle when he spoke those words. The man still lit my torch after all these years. I never would’ve believed that after more than ten years of marriage we’d still be going strong and that I wouldn’t have kicked his bossy ass to the curb. But I’d honestly never been happier in my life.

“Shame,” Anders said as James released my hair and I bowed my head again. “You did well for yourself.”

I rolled my eyes, and thankfully, no one could see since I stared down at the ground like the other women around me. “Fucker,” I muttered softly enough that I knew no one could hear me.

Anders reached down and fondled the breasts of the woman kneeling at his feet. “I would’ve swapped. Cat loves to play with new partners.” His fingertips wrapped around her nipples and twisted until she shifted on her knees and whimpered. “It could’ve been fun to watch the two beauties together.”

Yeah.

No.

Pussy had never been my thing.

I’d always been a dick girl.

Why the fuck would I want to “play” with another woman when I had the same parts and they didn’t impress me one bit. There wasn’t anything better than a hard cock, filling me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t need a girl sticking her tiny little fingers in me or licking my clit. There was nothing I wanted more than a hard dick or the thick fingers of a man working in and out of my pussy while the stubble of his hair rubbed against my thighs as he ate me like a man obsessed with pussy.

“Aria,” Rider said, glancing down at his sub. “Would you like to play with Cat? She’s lonely.”

Rider was… I didn’t even know how to explain the man other than slightly scary. He was bigger than James, with long black hair that fell just below his shoulders. His eyes were the blackest I’d ever seen, where the iris and pupil ran together, and I couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began. His facial hair was a mix of black and gray, covering his lips almost completely. There was something about him that sent a shiver down my spine when he spoke.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aria raise her head and look into Rider’s eyes and say, “Yes, Master.”

Well, all righty, then.

I guess he didn’t force her since he’d asked. But I wondered how many of the women around me ever voiced their disapproval? I knew that, in the lifestyle, no Master was supposed to force any sub to do anything. The relationship was about trust most of all, but it still gave me pause. Because let’s face it, in all walks of life there are assholes, and that meant that even a percentage of Masters are dickheads too.

How many of the woman, and male slaves, for that matter, were as vocal and feisty as I was with James? Probably not very many. I knew when I broke into my “I’m going to be a cunt today because fuck it…I want to” mode that James would pay me back with some cock and a spanking. Both things I loved. So it was a win-win for me. I think James just wanted to fuck the asshole attitude right out of me, and it always seemed to work.

Neither Aria nor Cat moved, waiting for their orders and permission like any good sub would under the circumstances. Rider stood first, moving away from the couch he and Anders sat on.

“Move onto the couch and lie down,” Rider told Aria, pulling her to her feet. “I want to watch Cat eat that beautiful, sweet pussy. No coming unless I say. Understand, li’l one?”

Men…such assholes.

That was bullshit. Seriously.

Like, who can hold off an orgasm when someone’s sucking on your clit and ramming their fingers in your cunt? I mean, let’s get real. Ain’t nobody got that ability. Nobody. I don’t care if you’ve done enough Kegels to make your twat the most muscular and controlled pussy in the world…you can’t stop from coming when someone’s latched on to your body like they’re drinking the best damn milk shake in the world, sucking and slurping the most sensitive part of your body.

Anders followed Rider to a set of empty chairs on the side of James as Cat and Aria crawled onto the couch. Looked like we were going to get an up close and personal show while the guys chitchatted.

I hadn’t gotten a good look at either of the women since they’d had their heads down since the moment I joined them. But I could see them fully now…every inch of their naked bodies. They were stunning.

Aria lay down, pulling her body so her ass was on the cushions, and Cat nestled between Aria’s legs while kneeling on the washable vinyl couch.

Thank God for fake leather. Times like these made me grateful to be on the floor and not sitting on something that’d probably had more come on it than any street-corner hooker.

“Cat,” Anders said as she started to move her face closer to Aria’s bare pussy. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Cat nodded with a small smirk before pushing Aria’s legs farther apart and burying her face. Aria let out a loud moan, pushing her back deeper into the cushions and her pussy into Cat’s face.

James shifted in his chair, and I dug my fingernails into his skin, reminding him I was still there. It was like watching a porno but having it close enough that you could almost smell the arousal coming off the two women in waves.

I was a little bit jealous, if I were being completely honest. I knew James was turned on by what was happening right in front of us. I mean, he was a man. There was no way he could stop himself from being horny from it, any more than Aria could control her orgasm. I had to remind myself of that repeatedly as I sat there with the girl-on-girl action happening only a few feet away while the guys talked.

After they ogled the women on the couch for five minutes, Rider finally asked the one question I’d been waiting for. “What brings you back to Taboo, James?”