Dominate Me by Jambrea Jo Jones Page A

show you around, not throw you down and fuck you,” he replied when his laughter stopped. “Unless you ask.” He winked.
    The heat moved up my face. I hated how easily I blushed. It gave too much away. And the image of him fucking me was playing in my head. I squirmed in my seat. I was becoming very aroused despite my discomfort with the situation.
    “I’ve never—” I cleared my throat. “I don’t know—” Goodness, I needed to just spit it out. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t even know if I want to. I saw a flyer and my friend talked me into it.” There, my cards were on the table, so to speak.
    “Then let me show you a little of my world. See if there’s anything you might like.” Ren stood and held out his hand.
    It was now or never. When would I ever get an opportunity like this again? I knew myself. If I left I would never step outside my box again. This was the chance to see if I wanted more. More of what, I wasn’t too certain, but I was going to try.
    I left my chair and placed my hand in his, then swallowed and took a deep breath. This would be all right. Ren interlaced our fingers and gave me a quick squeeze of encouragement. He smiled down at me and I saw dimples appear. Oh, holy hell. That lit up his whole face and I had to smile back.
    Ren led me out of the front lounge to a door I hadn’t seen before. A man sat to the side of it and nodded at us before he buzzed us in. What could possibly be back there that they would need that kind of security and did I really want to know? Fuck yeah, I did.
    We paused in the doorway.
    “There are some rules.” Ren pointed towards the first door, closest to us. “When the door is closed that means the couple wants privacy.” Ren tugged my hand to pull me farther into the hallway. “An open door means the couple doesn’t mind watchers, and this rope—” He picked up a thick cord with a clip on the end. “If this is up that means they want you to watch but not touch or be interactive. An open door is an open invitation.”
    We stopped in front of an empty room. I was a little disappointed, but that didn’t last. As we walked deeper into the hall low moans filled the space. There were other noises, but I couldn’t pinpoint the sounds.
    The next room caused all the air to rush out of my body. I stood there awestruck.
    “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
    Ren had moved behind me and whispered in my ear. I shivered at the air brushing my face and leant back on him. The woman was gorgeous, stretched out on the bed. Her arms and legs were bound with a heavy rope. It looked loose enough that she had some wiggle room, but not much. There was a peaceful look on her face. Her breasts were round and shapely with pretty pink nipples begging to be tasted. She was plump in other places and curved in all the right ones. Her pubic hair was trimmed and bright red against pale skin. I’d never been sexually attracted to another woman before but something about her drew me in.
    I didn’t know if it was the ropes or the passionate look on her face. Hell, it could have even been Ren’s presence behind me that was making me hot and bothered.
    “She—” I had to clear my throat. “Yes, she is.”
    While I was speaking, a man walked into the scene. He was dressed in tight leather pants and nothing else. Not even shoes or socks.
    “The rope is down. Would you like to go in?”
    I shook my head. I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. I was happy with the heat of Ren behind me.
    Ren didn’t push me, but he did run his hands down my arms. I had just met him, but he made me feel safe, like I could trust him. He’d proven it by letting me stay in my comfort zone by the door and not forcing the issue.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off the action in the room. The man had something in his hands. It took me a minute to figure out it was some kind of whip. He was tracing the woman’s body with it, but she didn’t move. He murmured words of what I