Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Somehow Brody didn’t think that would happen any time soon. “Do you know of any interesting scenes?”
“Charlotte’s planning something with Mistress Day that might be interesting, but it’s suspension. If you’re looking for impact, Simon and Chelsea are playing with floggers somewhere. I heard Alex was planning on lighting Eve up tonight.”
“Lighting her up?” Steph asked.
“Fire play,” Brody replied.
She shrank back slightly. No fire play for her. That might be a bit adventurous for her first night. “Come on. Let’s watch the suspension play scene.”
He led her to the main stage and settled in to watch. He was incredibly surprised when the woman in leather and thigh-high boots who promised to suspend her bigger, heavier male sub turned out to be someone he’d met before.
Steph gasped. “Is that…?”
He leaned over and whispered. “The queen of Loa Mali, yes. Well, I’m sure it’s been an interesting time over here. Let’s watch.”
Twenty minutes later he realized something was wrong between the royals that wasn’t going to be solved with suspension play. And Steph hadn’t relaxed once. They’d stood there and studied the diminutive Domme suspend the big strapping king and Steph had watched silently, not moving an inch, her shoulders bunched up. He’d tried to put his hands on her, but he could still feel the tension.
Mistress Day was explaining how she could make the sub feel safe even suspended over the ground, but Brody realized his sub wasn’t at all feeling what he’d meant her to.
He was pushing her too fast. They’d made love twice and now he had her in the middle of a sex club. She could be insecure.
She was curious about this world, but watching a scene where the Domme and sub weren’t in synch wasn’t going to help. Then there had been Jake and Adam beating on each other. She hadn’t seen the best Sanctum could offer.
It was up to him to save their night. His submissive needed privacy in these first days. She needed to focus on the two of them, not the outside forces around them.
He leaned over to Big Tag, who was standing beside him, keeping his voice low. “Hey, I don’t think this scene is helping Steph ease into anything.”
“Yeah, this scene is a clusterfuck,” Tag agreed quietly. “You know I give great advice. I should be a motherfucking relationship specialist, but no one listens.”
So Big Tag had been getting up in everyone’s business tonight. That was par for the course. “Can I get into the training room?”
Tag’s eyes flared briefly before he reached into his pocket and handed him a key card. “Sure. I hope one of the clients has a fun time tonight. I’ll let the full douche know where you are.”
Poor bodyguards. “Thanks, mate.”
He slid his hand into Steph’s and started to lead her away.
When they were far enough from the crowd, he turned to her. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”
She followed dutifully behind him, but there wasn’t the joy she’d had earlier. She might never be a club girl, but that was all right. He didn’t need to fuck her in public to feel like a man. That was fine for the exhibitionists, but his sub needed something different.
He would have beaten himself up for not seeing it, but somehow the last few days had taught him something. There was only room for one broody, moody arsehole in this relationship, and Steph had a lock hold on it.
Sometimes relationships were about adaptation. He needed to adapt to fill in her weaknesses, and vice versa.
He found the door to the training room and slid the key card in. He opened the door and turned on the lights. As with most rooms in Sanctum, this one had a dimmer switch, and he slid it to a nice, warm light that wasn’t too bright. The room was neatly kept and set up for a scene. Likely someone would be using this room in the next few days. There was a large massage table with a quilt over it and several pillows and blankets to make things comfortable. There were discreet lockers he knew were stocked with all kinds of impact play toys. One was filled with floggers and paddles and canes. There were whips in another.
“Is this a privacy room?” Steph asked. She already seemed more comfortable. Her curiosity was back now that they were alone. She walked around the room, brushing her fingers over a plush whipping bench.
“No, this is a training room.” He was grateful he’d spent time here and he knew the lay of the land. “This is a room where one of the tops who teach or mentor a D/s couple have sessions.”
“I thought they had training classes for that.” She walked around the room, stopping to examine some of the equipment.
It gave Brody time to get things together. The training room was ridiculously well stocked. Big Tag was a perverted Boy Scout. He was always prepared, which was precisely why this was the best idea Brody’d had all day. He opened the small toy closet and found a series of sealed bags.