Chapter 10 Grant
GRANT
Iarrange the scene for the next weekend, just a week after the stage show. I think there’s a part of me that’s worried if I wait any longer, I’ll talk myself out of it.
I get out Kensie’s old survey and go through the options she selected—two to four men maximum, yes to restraint, yes to light spanking during menage, no paddles or impact implements when more than one man is present.
And oral and vaginal intercourse with all participants are both checked. I have to pour myself a scotch when I read that part.
I decide to split the difference of her two to four men request and ask two Dom’s to join us. Finding participants is easy—Cameron and Anthony are experienced Dominants and long-standing members at Club Wyld. I’ve done plenty of scenes with them in the past, and I know that I can trust them.
Kensie is busy helping her boss prep for an upcoming show at the gallery, and I have to go to New York for a few days for business, so I don’t see her as much as I’d like to that week.
I do check in every day, but it’s not the same.
Any time our weekend plans at the club come up, she sounds both nervous and excited.
I tell her more than once that we can postpone if she’s not certain, but she tells me that she is.
Uncertainty twists in my gut every time we talk about it. My head seems endlessly fucked up about the whole thing. What does it mean that she’s so sure?
You’re overthinking, I tell myself over and over as the evening approaches. This is a perfectly healthy fantasy for her to have. She trusts you to help her experience it.
But that doesn’t stop my palms from sweating when Cam and Anthony join us at our table on Friday night. I wanted to introduce them before things got started, make sure she’s comfortable with them, but I hate the way their greedy eyes linger over her figure and face when I introduce them.
“Kensie, this is Cameron,” I gesture to the tall blond man across the table and he gives her a friendly, boyish grin.
It fits his personality. Cam is the kind of guy who never seems too bothered by anything.
He treats people well and likes to have a good time.
The women at the club are drawn to his all-American good looks and cheery smile.
The man is also fucking lethal with a riding crop, but they don’t seem to mind that part either.
Anthony couldn’t be less similar. His dark hair and eyes match his personality pretty well. There’s a quiet intensity about the guy, a darkness just below the surface. Most men find him intimidating as fuck—but submissives seem to love him. There’s something about the broody, bad boy vibe I guess.
I can tell Kensie is nervous, but Cam helps to put her at ease, asking about her work and teasing her gently. Anthony doesn’t say much, choosing to watch her intently, but he’s polite and respectful.
After we’ve all had a drink, he meets my gaze, eyebrow arched slightly in a clear question. Are we doing this?
My stomach clenches and I take a deep breath, reminding myself how Kensie’s eyes lit up when we watched the stage show last week. She wants to do this. And I want it for her.
I lean in close, brushing my fingers across her collarbone to make her shiver. “Are you ready to head back now?”
She visibly swallows but straightens her shoulders. “I’m ready.”
Cam grins broadly. “Fucking fantastic. I can’t wait.”
Anthony says nothing but there’s heat in his dark eyes and I know he’s equally eager to get going.
I help Kensie up. “Go to the playroom and prepare.” I meet her eye, my voice dropping into the commanding tone she always responds to. “Robe only, nothing underneath. Shoes off, hair down. Stand in the center of the room. We’ll join you in a moment.”
She nods, her breathing a little shaky. “Yes, sir.”
I nod at her, anticipation and nerves coiling in my gut. “Good girl.”
After she leaves, I gesture to the waiter to top up my whiskey. I can’t be the slightest bit impaired tonight, not in this scenario, but I need the burn of alcohol to get my feet moving.
Cam watches Kensie walk away. “So, she’s the reason you haven’t been in any public scenes for the last few months.” He finally tears his eyes from her ass to grin at me. “Can’t say I blame you.”
I grunt as the waiter refills my glass then immediately bring it to my mouth to take a healthy gulp.
“You seem a little tense,” Cam says drily. “You sure you’re up for this?”
I grip the glass so hard my knuckles turn white. “It’s something she wants to try,” I mutter.
“And something you’ve always enjoyed,” Anthony points out. “Quite a bit if memory serves.”
Cam studies my face and lets out a bark of laughter. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling jealous, brother.” He shakes his head. “Grant Anderson getting possessive over a sub. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“We don’t have to do this, you know,” Anthony says, his voice as close to gentle as I’ve ever heard it. “If it doesn’t feel right to you…”
I beat back the part of me that wants to take him up on that. This is my job as her Dominant. I promised her. Letting my own petty jealousy get in the way of her exploring this side of herself would make me a pretty shitty partner.
“I’m not backing out,” I tell the guys, then finish my drink. I even manage a smile. “Like you said, I’ve always enjoyed this type of scene. I’m eager to see how Kensie responds to it.”
Cam slaps his hands onto the table with a laugh. “Sounds good to me. What the hell are we waiting for?”
I repeat some ground rules while we head upstairs to the private rooms, but we’ve done this enough to be on the same page.
I lead the show. They ask my permission before escalating anything.
The safe word is law. They can do some light spanking but nothing extreme and no toys.
I’ve shared with them some of the things that she likes—objectifying language mixed with lots of praise. I know I can trust them both.
That doesn’t stop me from wanting to slam the door in their faces when we reach the room and find Kensie standing in the center of it, looking down.
She followed my instructions exactly, her thick red hair loose and wavy around her shoulders, a thin silk robe wrapped around her.
The nearly sheer fabric doesn’t do much to hide her naked figure, and I hear Anthony let out a little hum of appreciation.
“Get comfortable, gentlemen,” I tell them, my eyes locked on her.
“Clothes stay on for now,” I remind them in an undertone.
She likes that—being naked when I’m fully dressed.
Something about the power imbalance works for her.
I figure it will be the same with multiple guys—and it will hopefully be less intimidating then if they get naked right off the bat.
I walk over to her, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her face to look at me.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I murmur, running my fingers though her hair as I study her for signs of uncertainty. Her cheeks are pink, breathing a little heavier than usual, but there’s a familiar flash of desire in her eyes.
“I’m ready,” she says, voice soft but sure.
“And what do you say if you want to stop?”
“Red.”
I swallow hard, something churning in my stomach. “And if you can’t speak?” Now images are flashing through my mind, ones involving her mouth and three different guys, and for the life of me I can’t decide if I’m turned on or furious.
“I tap the outside of your leg or your side.” She bites her bottom lip. “Or, um, whoever is close to me.”
Fuck. She’s thinking about it too, about the fact that it might be a different man doing things to her…I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
She wants this. She told me she wanted it months ago and the way she reacted to the stage show couldn’t have been more obvious.
It’s my job to help her try the things she’s interested in.
Besides, it’s something I like, too. I haven’t had a single sub who I didn’t share with others. It’s always gotten me off.
So why do I feel so hesitant about this?
I steel myself, knowing that I need to be in control. She’s put her faith in me and I can’t let my confusing emotions get in the way of taking care of her.
“You trust me, right?” I ask, meeting her wide eyes. She nods immediately. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I won’t let anything you don’t want to happen to you. Okay?”
Her shoulders relax a little. “I know you won’t. Sir.”
Okay, then. I guess that sir means she’s ready.
I take a step back, eyes locked on her, before raising my voice. “I think it’s time I showed my friends my little toy.”
The guys chuckle behind me. “Sounds good to me,” Cam says darkly.
“Robe off,” I tell her. “Let it fall to the floor.”
She hesitates for the smallest moment before her hands move to the tie on her silk robe. They’re shaking.
She unties the robe and slips it over her shoulders. I hear a curse behind me as she’s revealed to us, all creamy soft skin and perfect curves.
“You weren’t kidding,” Anthony says, his voice hard. “She’s fucking stunning.”
“No wonder you’ve been keeping her to yourself,” Cam agrees, chuckling. “Those are some pretty tits that you’ve been occupying yourself with.”
“Wait until you see how flushed they get when she’s getting fucked,” I say, feeling myself fall deeper into the role. She wants this, I tell myself again. You’re the only one who can give it to her.
“Bet they bounce real nice, too,” Cam says, stepping up beside me. “Can I touch?”
Her eyes are still locked on mine, even as her breathing gets faster and color spreads over her chest and neck. I search for any sign of uncertainty in that steady gaze and see none.
“Let’s get her laid out for us,” I say. “Then you guys can sample her charms.”
“Excellent,” Cam says. Anthony stays silent behind us, radiating that dark, intense energy he always brings to a scene.