times I’d watched Talon and his submissives. No, it was more like witnessing a car accident. Try as you might, not wanting to see the carnage went against human nature.
The same could be said for when a woman invited another man to sit on her husband’s lap.
Yep. That was exactly what happened when we were three-quarters of the way through dessert.
Brad and Leah Townsend—as well as their possession—had been on their best behavior throughout the meal. I didn’t know the possession’s name and had already forgotten his number, and I wondered if I was getting comfortable with the concept.
As it was, Talon and I were sitting directly across from Brad and Leah. Throughout the meal, I’d noticed them keeping a close eye on their object of interest. Evidently, Leah had been waiting for the right moment, and for whatever reason, she decided dessert was the perfect time to instruct her husband to push back his chair and urged the possession to straddle his lap, facing him.
Tame, I’d thought.
From my spot, I could see the hard lines of the shirtless possession’s back, the taut muscles. He had reddish-gold hair that was cut in a traditional manner, ivory skin that was lightly browned by the sun, and a smattering of freckles across his shoulders. He was a fairly decent contrast to Brad’s olive complexion and dark hair.
No one else at the table seemed at all bothered by the public display or the way the possession was now fondling Brad openly. I couldn’t see exactly, but every so often, Brad’s fingers would curl over those wide shoulders, pressing firmly, pulling him in as though touching wasn’t nearly enough.
I didn’t expect the heat that began churning in my veins. The sight was turning me on, but I couldn’t pinpoint the reason for it. Was it the fact it was two men? Admittedly, that was something I’d always been curious about. But curiosity had turned to captivation thanks to the interactions I’d witnessed between Talon and his possessions. Or because we were having a meal and this was clearly about to take an unexpected, not to mention raunchy, turn.
“Stroke him harder,” Leah instructed.
The possession’s biceps flexed as his hands continued to move between him and Brad. I forced myself to look away, glancing at Leah.
It was still difficult to wrap my head around the fact she was the Dominant in the relationship, but clearly she was.
I figured that was due to my own lack of experience in that realm. I’d never read a book about a Dominatrix, nor had Ransom ever really shared any stories of such encounters. I figured the fact I associated more as a submissive kept me from relating to the dynamic there. However, I knew it was true because I’d witnessed it firsthand in her hotel room, the way she’d brought out Brad—who’d been awkwardly naked—then taken charge with her inspection of the possession.
So my question: was she seeking the possession for herself or for Brad? Or maybe both?
I would never pretend to understand human desires. They varied in so many ways. Even my own.
I was curious as to why they’d chosen now to get more acquainted with their new toy, but again, I couldn’t seem to look away.
Which was probably the reason I didn’t notice right away that Laura was at the far end of the table, a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. Again, I didn’t have a clear view, but from what I could tell, she had a possession kneeling in front of her. Her chair was pushed back from the table, her hand settled on something—likely his head—between her splayed thighs.
Heat swamped me. The fact that I couldn’t see made it all the more erotic. My imagination was running away from me.
I swallowed hard, then reached over and touched Talon’s leg. “I think I need some air.”
He didn’t hesitate, pushing back from the table and assisting me to my feet. He led the way outside, Taurus directly behind us.
“Do they always do that?”
“We give them carte blanche to explore while on the premises.” Talon took my hand, cupped it in both of his, and held it against his chest as we walked toward the waterfall. “Have you never been to a club before?”
“No,” I admitted. “Never.”
“Well, like I said, this is par for the course. Once they get comfortable, it only gets more intense. Because this is their opportunity to get intimately acquainted with what they’re intending to keep for a lifetime, they tend to take