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The next scene they came to made her giggle softly.

Mason leaned into her ear. “Recognize the Dom?”

She inhaled sharply. “He’s part of your Fight Club.”

“Yep. That’s Conner. He’s a teacher. For some reason women find that so attractive, they beg him to let them submit to him as his students.”

Jenna watched as the girl in the scene stuck out her bottom lip to pout. She looked comical to Jenna, but apparently no one else thought so. A glance around showed no one chuckling, so Jenna tried to rein in her mirth and watch.

The woman was dressed as a catholic school girl, although she’d never seen anyone from a private school wearing a skirt that short or a shirt that revealing. Nevertheless, the imitation was obvious. The short red plaid skirt was pleated and barely covered the woman’s butt cheeks. The white blouse was thin. Instead of being buttoned, it was tied beneath her breasts. Her nipples were plainly visible under the nearly transparent material. The submissive even had her hair in ponytails.

Conner pointed to the school desk in the middle of the scene and indicated the sub should lean over it. He circled his sub slowly, tapping a wooden paddle across his palm.

Jenna inhaled sharply. “He’s going to spank her with that?” she whispered.

Mason set his lips on her ear. “Of course.”

Jenna stood frozen as Conner pressed his submissive’s chest over the small desk until her breasts were smashed against the surface and her ass rose higher in the air than her head.

With one leg, he nudged her feet apart and then stepped between her knees. He ran his hands up her thighs, squeezing and molding her flesh as he pushed her skirt higher until it lay on her back, leaving her completely exposed.

Jenna squeezed her legs together, all humor having vanished. She swallowed hard when she realized how arousing the scene was. She didn’t dare glance at Mason, not wanting him to know what her reaction was.

Conner held the woman’s back with one hand, lifted the paddle above her ass, and swatted one pale cheek and then the other.

The woman lurched forward, moaning. Her mouth fell open.

Conner wrapped his fingers around the top of her skirt and held her in place. “Stay still.”

When she stopped wiggling, he spoke again. “Count for me.” He swatted her again. Pink spread across the woman’s ass.

“One,” the sub muttered.

“Louder. Let’s start over.” Conner spanked her again.

The woman flinched, but her voice was clearer this time.

Jenna crossed her legs.

Mason kissed her ear. “You amaze me.”

Jenna jerked her gaze from Conner and twisted her neck to look at Mason. She’d gotten so lost in the scene, she’d nearly forgotten where she was.

Mason smiled at her. “I’ll keep naughty schoolgirl spanking forefront in my mind as a yes.”

Jenna flushed so deeply she embarrassed herself.

Mason chuckled and turned her away from Conner’s submissive. They rounded a corner, and flashing lights caught Jenna by surprise.

“Want to dance?” Mason asked.

“Dance? Here?” Jenna hadn’t seen this part of the club last time. She hadn’t known there was a dance floor.

Mason chuckled. “We could go outside if you want, but the music is in here,” he teased as he led her onto the floor.

Dancing might have been a broad term for what happened on that particular floor. Jenna quickly surmised anything was acceptable. Though she didn’t think anyone was currently fucking, several people were awfully close. Every state of undress was the norm. A few women wore nothing but pasties over their nipples and a G-string. Most of the men wore black, including Mason.

Jenna was glad for the black leather and mesh of her dress. With the exception of several people in bold reds, pinks, or other flashy fluorescents, most patrons wore black.

Mason wrapped his arms around Jenna’s middle and pulled her close. He swayed to the music, nearly lifting her off the floor as he spun her around. His arms made her dress rise, and she suspected her ass might be showing, but in the dark with the flashing lights, she doubted anyone could see. Even if they could, no one seemed to be paying attention to anyone except their own partner.

There were some trios in addition to the pairs, mostly consisting of two men and one woman. Jenna looked around for several minutes, taking in her surroundings, but Mason grazed one hand up her back and tipped her neck to his face. “Eyes on me now, baby.”

“Okay.” She swallowed around the intense lust she read in his eyes.

He shook his head.

“What?”

“When we’re in the club or role-playing at home, you should address me as Sir. This casual okay won’t work here.” He admonished her, but his face lit up with mirth.