“Of course, Mi Vida,” Marcos murmured.
“Anything else?” Jason asked, his voice husky in my ear.
“No blindfolds.” Most of this we’ve already discussed this week, but my nerves were frayed and I needed to repeat myself.
“No degrading our beautiful submissive, no blindfolds so she can watch everything we do to her body as we string her up.” Jason’s voice sent chills down my spine and I tilt my head back as his nose rubs against my neck.
I moaned softly.
“Come on, inside,” Marcos ordered and pushed the door open.
I followed him in and took in the large space. The same industrial chic look was inside as well, with lots of thick wood and stainless steel or chrome accents. The racks were all wood with stainless steel bars. The benches were heavy wood with black leather padding.
The center of the room was an open space, though. Black and silver ropes hung from a set of heavy carabiners over the black I-beams in the ceiling. The hemp ropes hung loose, waiting for me to become a willing participant. Their presence was a calming balm for my soul that I hadn’t expected. We may have spoken about my triggers and do’s and don’ts over the last week, but I have no idea what they have planned. This was a surprise.
I smiled and reached for the ropes, grabbing them and inspecting them. Like with everything in the club, they were exquisite and very elegant. I looked up to find my men fanned out around the private room, watching me.
My heart skipped a beat and butterflies immediately erupted in my belly.
Jason stepped in front of me. Cupping the side of my face, he rubbed his thumb over my cheekbone as he stared intently into my amber eyes. His eyes were a stormy gray with their intensity as he gazed down at me. “I know last time we did this scene it didn’t go well.”
“Horrible, is a better word.” I smiled faintly.
He chuckled softly, his voice a rasp that sent shivers down my spine. “Yeah, probably.” Jason moved closer, his other hand resting on my hip. “We’ve learned a lot since then. Did you know Sinister offers sex education classes?”
I gasped.
Jason nodded before I could respond and continued. “They offer all sorts of classes during the day. BDSM for beginners,to master rope classes, all taught by experts in the field. The Seratelli brothers are very adamant about safety in their club.”
I swallowed. I could only imagine.
“We’ve all been going to different Dom classes. From etiquette to the correct way to spank even. We’ve taken every class they offer.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“We’ve been trying to be better for you. All of us,” Jason said, glancing at Marcos and Nico.
Marcos and Nico moved closer, standing on either side of me. “We started seeing a therapist. A sex therapist, actually. She’s a member here in the club,” Nico said, rubbing a hand down on my back.
“She hosts group sessions a couple evenings a month. That’s how we met her; we came when you were doing a girls’ night with my sister,” Marcos said. “We’ve been seeing her together and on our own, for the last month.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. “What?”
Jason nodded. “Yeah, Darlin’. We wanted to learn everything we could about the lifestyle and learn exactly where we went wrong. There’s so much we did wrong that night. Too much.”
I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t want to agree, I didn’t want to ruin this moment. We’d talked about that night. I told my side; we didn’t need to rehash it over and over. They knew things we were wrong, but the fact that they’re digging into that night on their own—with a professional—was inspiring.
God damn. I fell more and more in love with them every damn day.
“We’d like a do-over, if we could?” Jason asked.
My eyes widened in shock. “Of that night?”
“Yeah, Mi Vida,” Marcos murmured, nudging his nose along my neck.
“We’re not going to be able to recreate it completely, obviously.” Nico spoke up quickly. “There’s no punishment scene. There never should have been something that intense. But we would like to do some impact play. And fuck you while you’re suspended by our ropes. Your mouth and cunt open for our pleasure…and yours.”
I had to swallow the drool pooling in my mouth. My pussy clenched and I stifled a groan. “Yes, please.”
