Plucking a few paper towels off the roll on the wall as she walked by, she retrieved the plug and gave it to Brent, watching as he pulled out and immediately pushed the huge toy into Jacob's ass. It was much bigger around than Brent's cock, and Jacob groaned as it went in.
She offered a paper towel to Brent and kept one for herself, wiping the lube off of her hand. He took the towel but didn't use it, instead reaching into his pocket and pulling the remote out, letting Jacob's arms down in increments, freeing his submissive's wrists once he was finally standing and leaning into his Master's strong embrace.
Brent supported him until he was sure Jacob could stand on his own, was satisfied his arms were hanging as they should, and handed him off to Dana. “Walk him to the adjoining room please; sit on the sofa with him. I'll be there shortly."
"Sure, can you bring me the robe you mentioned when you come?"
He nodded. “Take care of our boy, I won't be long."
She put Jacob's arm around her, careful of his shoulder, and encouraged him to lean on her. They walked the short distance to a soothing room decorated in warm earth tones, and settled with Dana sitting while Jacob lay with his head in her lap. She rubbed his shoulders, ran her fingers through his hair, and easily recognized the signs of subspace. He was still rock hard, but he kept his hands away.
Brent came striding into the room within a few minutes, his pants fastened, but still shirtless. He draped the robe over the back of the sofa near Dana and sank to the ground, face to face with Jacob. She watched as the Dom, kneeling before the sub, stroked his lover's cheek in awe.
"I love seeing him like this. Love that I can put him here. Such ultimate surrender,” he looked up, raw emotion in his eyes. “I'm blessed, to be gifted with this, and I'll never take it for granted."
He stayed on his knees awhile before moving to the sofa, putting Jacob's feet in his lap. Everyone was silent, and Dana had a chance to consider how she'd felt, and to acknowledge she'd thoroughly enjoyed herself. Did that mean she was a Domme? A switch?
Brent eventually began talking, his emotions once more under control. He mentioned a few men he thought would be interested in Topping without power exchange, and she remembered Sir Max, flashing on the mental images of him flogging many a submissive far into subspace—and recalled he wasn't a Dom and didn't require anyone's submission.
She was considering the dichotomy of Dominating Jacob this afternoon only to look for a man to Top her this evening, when Brent said, “I loved watching the two of you together. Will you want to do it again?"
"I'm out of my league, and I don't know how this is supposed to work. Do you want us to do it again? Or is this where I'm expected to say once was enough?"
"You're supposed to tell me the truth."
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I asked for that. You're right, this is power exchange and everyone has to be totally honest for it to work.” She took a breath, hoping she was giving the correct answer. “I got off on hurting him—because I could. Tormenting him, and watching him willingly endure the pain was proof of my control. If he hadn't wanted it, hadn't reacted positively, I wouldn't have enjoyed it. The surrender in his eyes, total submission, all of that trust, and power—yeah, I want to do it again."
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Chapter Sixteen
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Dana rode in the front seat beside Brent, with Jacob in the back. She'd protested, but to no avail. Tears stung her eyes as they drove through the commercial warehouse district, always so deserted this late on weekend nights. The two men cut up with her, kept it lighthearted, and occupied her mind with raunchy tales, as if they understood how painful it was to return without Garnet. She swallowed her tears and told herself this was about new beginnings, and she wouldn't dwell on the past.
They made it past the doorman, but Dana was detained in the lobby, required to fill out guest paperwork before continuing. Brent left Jacob with her while he went on in, and when she and Jacob finally entered the social area, Brent was standing with a group of men and motioned them over.
Jacob went gracefully to his knees when they reached Brent's side, and Brent put his arm around Dana's waist, moving her to his other side.
"Dana, you remember Sir Max and Sir Robert?"
She certainly remembered Sir Max, and she studied the other's face, also familiar. “Yes, I do.” She smiled, not sure if she should show submission or self-confidence, and looked down. Taking a breath, she thought to hell with it, and raised her head to give Max a friendly smile and full eye contact. “It's nice to be back, but someone's redecorated and I barely recognize the place.” A good thing, she thought, no painful memories rushing back every time I turn around.