She nodded.
“Enjoy.” Harper opened the door behind him.
Mason passed through first, holding Jenna by the hand. Besides Jenna, he’d never held a woman’s hand inside this club before. He’d never brought a woman into the club with him other than Jenna. He’d always met other submissives at the club for a prearranged scene or encountered them after he arrived.
This was new territory, and it terrified him. His normal routine was shot to shit. He had no idea what he could or would be willing to do with the sexy woman on his arm he was quickly growing beyond fond of.
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Jenna held her breath as she followed Mason. Sure, they’d been here before, but this was different. Last time they had intentionally come to watch. This time she didn’t know what they might do, nor did she know if she would be prepared for whatever he had in mind.
“Relax,” he whispered into her ear as he pulled her in front of him at the bar. His breath tickled, and his lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke. “Nothing happens that you don’t approve of.”
That was half the problem. She wasn’t sure she could deny him anything. She wasn’t sure she would want to.
Mason nodded at the bartender and ordered a bottle of water.
Jenna licked her lips. She wondered what Mason had planned.
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back closer against his front until her brain scrambled. He set his mouth against her ear. “Relax, baby. We aren’t going to do anything you aren’t ready for.” His lips settled against the spot behind her ear, making her shiver.
Mason grabbed the water and turned her to the right. “Let’s wander around a bit. I don’t think you saw the entire club last time.”
That’s for sure. They’d gotten stuck as soon as she’d spotted Katy and Rafe, and anything after that was a blur.
Mason opened the water bottle, took a long drink, and then offered it to her. It was so intimate the way he held the bottle out. It dripped with sweat, and the cool liquid soothed her nerves as she swallowed. Mason kept one arm wrapped around her middle and took the bottle back when she was done.
He nudged her forward and let his hand slide from around her waist until he dragged it down her arm and threaded his fingers with hers.
Jenna hadn’t expected the calm she felt with him. As long as he was touching her, all was right with the world. They wandered down a row of scenes first, pausing at each one. She could feel Mason’s eyes on her as she watched, judging her reactions. She’d seen Katy in a spanking scene. She didn’t pause there.
A St. Andrew’s cross caught her attention next, and she watched as a Domme flogged a submissive male who held on to the cross voluntarily. She seemed to punish him by ignoring him if he released the ropes he grasped. He was tall and wore only bikini briefs. His Domme was less than half his size.
As though he’d read her mind, Mason whispered in her ear. “It isn’t about controlling someone with strength. It’s about the submissive willingly handing over their power to another.”
Jenna nodded, though she wasn’t at all sure she fully grasped the idea.
They wandered on until she stopped and grasped Mason’s arm. What the hell?
A woman leaned back against some sort of table that stood on end, tipped back at enough of an angle that she was positioned diagonal in the room. It reminded Jenna of a picnic table propped on one end. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. The woman was tied with so many ropes, she couldn’t move a muscle if she wanted to. What was the point of that?
Mason stepped up behind Jenna again, straddling her with his legs and wrapping both arms around her middle. He nuzzled her neck and brushed her hair back with his chin. “It’s an art. Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Jenna nibbled on her lip. She wasn’t sure if she agreed, but her pussy clenched as she stared at the woman’s complete lack of mobility. Jenna’s heart beat faster.
“You like it,” Mason murmured. She could feel his smile against the side of her neck. “Good. I love Shibari. Do you know how hard it makes me thinking about doing that to you? I want to tie you with your ribbons someday.”
Jenna shivered. If he could stop talking, she might be able to breathe.
The woman’s eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open. The ropes crisscrossed her skin in every direction. She was naked, and her breasts stood high and tight encircled by the nylon. Her legs were pulled apart, and ropes held her pussy open, wrapped high on her thighs.
Jenna swallowed. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
“Come on.” Mason tugged her away, though she could have stood there mesmerized for hours.