Submit to Me

16 - Sloane *

The butterflies swarming my belly as Aaron drives us to this club are determined to make me lose my mind, causing me to make me want to do something baffling, like ask Aaron to blow my mind.

For once, I'd love to know what it's like to have sex with someone who pleasures their partner instead of satisfying themselves.

Of course, I don't know how Aaron is in bed. I just have this crazy feeling he's a man on a mission to please the woman he's with. After all, the man admitted to having sex every chance he got.

So, by Aaron having multiple partners and having taken part in many threesomes, he must know how to please women in all the right areas. And I'm sure he knows how to make a woman orgasm. Something I don't think I've ever experienced.

I've heard other women talking about them and what it feels like, and if what they've said about how it feels when you have an orgasm, I can honestly say I've never had one.

Aaron, holding my hand in my lap as he drove with his left hand, increased the population of the butterflies inside my belly.

I'm still blown away by Aaron welcoming our friendship again. How he wanted to quickly turn it into more than that within days of me confronting him, and how he told me the only Sloane he knew was dead.

That comment stung me to the core.

I only hope he thought about it before he suggested us being something more than friends. I also hope he didn't ask for this because of the state of mind I've been in about ending my life to be with my family, assuming it's what I needed to be happy again.

Believe me, I'm happy we're trying this new relationship out, but I don't want him to think he needs to be with me because he feels sorry for me.

Or worse, wanting to be with me to get even.

I'd definitely go off the deep end if that were the case.

But as I watch where we're heading, with his hand firmly wrapped around mine, his thumb sliding against my thigh, I think about everything he's been trying to do and getting me to see since he brought me to his home.

I also thought about what he told me when he first saw it was me and how badly he wanted to devour me.

That thought alone had me clenching my thighs together because of my pussy pulsating—sensations I never remember experiencing with Logan.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little," I admitted, turning my gaze at him. "I'm not sure what to expect with what I'll see or being around that many people."

"Well, it's a Sunday night. Usually, it's not as busy as on a Friday or Saturday night, but Sundays still bring in many people."

"Why's that?"

"There are many people out there who love sex and don't care what day or night it is. Some go there looking for random sex. Some couples go there to explore and try new things, and some go because they need discipline..."

There's the word discipline he keeps telling me he'd do to me.

"... some go just to be voyeurs, watching others have sex. Some go just because they know they can hang out in a safe environment without worrying about being judged. Or whatever other reason they're there for. Trent ensures everyone is safe while at his club. Never has he had to ban or escort anyone out of the club."

"That's cool. But do people really watch others have sex? What's wrong with porn?" I innocently asked. Because, well, I know nothing about this kind of stuff.

He chuckled. "Watching people having sex right before your eyes is more arousing than watching a porno. Even though they're real, they're corny, and they seem fake as fuck. Seeing it live in action is more fun, exciting, thrilling, and highly arousing," he admitted, looking at me from the corner of his eye.