Behind the Mask

Chapter 6

Owen's POV

Janie's cries made my cock ache as I lapped at her folds. Sean was right, she was unique. I wondered how long she'd been without a dominant. She was clearly a natural submissive, but she seemed quite independent, which meant she'd been unclaimed for a while.

My fingers itched to remove that mask from her face. However, I understood her desire to remain hidden. I can only imagine the stigma attached to a woman who enjoys the BDSM lifestyle as she does. In the wrong hands, that information could destroy a career. That's one of the reasons my husbands and I chose this club. The exclusivity and security were beyond comparison. Even Victor couldn't break their code. I knew they were in the room high over our heads, watching us, watching her.

I leaned back watching her body tremble as she came down from her climax. Her eyes were hooded as she leaned against Sean's chest. Her outfit made me want to throw her over the seat and have my way with her. "You did so well, little girl," Sean whispered to her. She loved the praise, her body reacting in subtle ways.

I leaned forward, my lips hovering above hers, "May I kiss you, Janie?" I asked. Her eyes flew open as she looked at me with what I can only describe as fear.

"Red," she whimpered. Sean gently set her in the seat next to him and I leaned back, mentally kicking myself for pushing her. The look she'd given me reminded me of how Sang looked when we first met her. This woman was terrified, but of what? She leaned forward, pulling her kimono over her body. It was a safety response because the fabric hid nothing. "I'm, I'm sorry," she stammered, head hung low.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," I said gently, "Please don't hide from us Janie." Her eyes darted to mine briefly but then fell downward again. "Would you like us to stay or go?"

"Please, don't leave on my account," she said, "I'm going to um, freshen up. Enjoy your evening, Doc, Owen," she quickly got up and dashed off, weaving through the crowd until we couldn't see her any longer.

Sean threw me a frustrated look, then sighed, "It was too fast, not just the kiss, but everything. Let's go allow our frustrated husbands to grill us, then tease us for our failure," he moaned and took my hand as we headed to the room.

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"What the hell did you say to make her fucking bolt so quickly, Owen?" Gabe gasped as we walked inside, not even having gotten the door closed fully.

I rolled my eyes and sank into the couch, "I asked for a kiss."

"I don't get it, did you eat onions or something? Did she not want to taste herself on you? How does a kiss make a woman run like her ass is on fire," Luke teased.

"Guess I should have mentioned that," Sean cringed.

"Mentioned what?" I asked him with a side glance.

"Uh, that guy at the front also said in four years she'd only kissed one person," he said, with a guilty expression. "I'm sorry, Owen, I never dreamed you'd ask to kiss her, then again, I never dreamed she'd do anything with us. I really figured it would just be drinks and some conversation."

"She was scared, like really scared," I said. "I don't think it was me, but she was scared of the thought of kissing me or just kissing. She's afraid of intimacy."

"Wait, she just let you eat her out and she's afraid of intimacy? I don't get it?" Victor said with a confused look on his face.

"Kissing is personal," Kota said. "With her hidden identity, she can be anyone, enjoy physical contact and punishment but never make a connection. What she just did with Sean and Owen was the most intimate act I've seen her do in over a year of watching her. It wasn't planned or scripted like a punishment scene. I think when he asked for the kiss, it snapped her out of subspace enough to make her realize she let her guard down. It scared her so much she had to run."

I grabbed my whisky and walked to the one-way windows. My eyes scanned the room until I found her. She'd changed outfits into something still sexy as hell, but much less revealing. It shocked me to realize she'd intentionally dressed for Sean and me. She had wanted us to be pleased with her. Her outfit now was a tight-fitting bodysuit that looked like sin but was a clear signal that she would not be playing this evening. It was bound tightly around her body with buckles and loops just begging for a leash to be attached. Everything she did screamed out that she desperately wanted to find a dominant, but her own fears kept her from doing it. I can't explain the feeling I had inside - like a need to know her, to claim her as ours.

"I want her," I finally said, not looking away from her.

"Yeah, join the club," North snorted.

I shook my head and turned toward them, "No, I mean I want her, and I want to actively pursue this. Even if it doesn't go anywhere, I want to know what makes her tick."

"She's not a puzzle, Owen, she's a person with what appears to be a lot of emotional baggage. I think we've all dealt with enough of that for a lifetime," Silas said.

"I didn't say I wanted to marry her, Silas," I scoffed, "But I want to break down those walls or at least try."

"Why?" Luke asked, "So you can be another person she can't trust when you leave her because you've solved the puzzle." His words were like a punch to the gut. He was right. If I tore down those walls and then walked away, I might break her so far that she'd never find a dom or even a partner at all.

I hung my head and sighed, "You're right." I turned back to the window, watching her once again as she sat sipping her drink. She was in front of another stage lost in the haze of the scene that was happening in front of her. A man slid into the seat next to her and began to touch her arm. Despite not being able to hear their words, I saw the expression she gave him and her mouth slid into an angry line. When he tried to push the issue, she raised her hand and a couple of large bouncers made their way over. She spoke to them briefly then they roughly escorted the man out of the club. I chuckled to myself. She was a complete enigma - a natural submissive, but so powerful and assertive in her own ways. Slamming down my drink, I went back to my husbands as we discussed our day and weekend plans.

Author's Notes:  A new spin on Owen - what do you think?

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