Possessive: At Her Masters Side (Kingswood Saga Book 5) Completed

6. Geneva

I can feel Henry's hot body behind me as he pulls me in front of him to look through the window, my gasp echoing in the hallway as I see the three bodies tangled together on the bed, two men and a woman.  "Watch" Henry whispers in my ear, as his arms wrap around my waist and I settle against his hard length.

"Look at how naturally they fit together, she is their centre, their attention, needs and passion revolve around her" he explains, he deep voice lulling me into a sensual haze as I watch.  "See how they react to each sound, each move she makes" he continues, holding me firmly, not that I could move, my body was frozen, watching the scene play out.

The woman has one man in her mouth while the other is mounted behind her thrusting hard, each thrust is pushing her further onto the cock in her mouth and stifling her moans, but from the look on their faces they were all fighting climax.

I shivered in Henry's arms, as they suddenly both pull back and twist her body round so she is mounted on one and the other urges her forward his fingers dipping down her back to thrust into her anus. I squeak a little and Henry tightens his grip "See how he's using her natural juices to get her ready, he's going to fill her up and then they will bring her the climax she deserves, Watch as he pushes deep, her body welcoming him in, she wants him to take her, she wants them to pound hard into her delicate body" he explains as he holds me in place, but I couldn't tear my eyes away even if I wanted to.

The woman's scream goes on and on as they push her through multiple climaxes before her body slumps between them and they stroke and soothe her.  "After care is just as important as any play, without it there is no building of trust between the Dom and their sub" Alex tells me softly, pulling me out of Henry's hold and guiding me into the next room as if nothing had just happened.

"As you can see, this room caters to those with darker tastes" he explains and I look round dazed at the whips and chains hanging along the wall, the padded bench with restraints designed to spread out the sub and leave them open to their masters whim.  I shiver and take a step back towards the door, recognising how at home Alex looks in this room, a frisson of fear fighting the excitement in my core.

I shake my head to clear my mind, I am just here to look, to see what it is they need, but I am shocked at how, I feel, I expected to be revolted by the club, to run from the sight of other peoples sexual acts but had instead found myself captivated by the things I had seen and worst of all my guides knew what I was feeling.   "I think I have seen enough" I whisper as Alex steps towards me.

"One more room" he says taking my hand once again and leading the way up more stairs and into an opulent lounge area, this part of the club feeling more like a posh flat than a club.  The decor is more minimalist and the artwork is abstract, giving the room an edgier feel.

There is one door set in the wall, its scrolling number 11 in gold against the ivory paintwork.  I can feel Henry behind me as Alex tugs me gently forward, pulling a key from his pocket and opening the door.

The masculinity of the room screams danger and as Alex releases me I spin round, seeing Henry enter and shut the door behind him.  "This is your room" I state, looking between them and Alex nods, watching my every move.  "Why did you bring me here?" I question.

"We need to show you want we want, what we need, and you need to understand what brings fantasies to life" Alex tells me, dropping into an armchair, looking comfortable.

"Do you understand what a safe word is?" Henry asks moving closer behind me.
"Yes, but..."
"Choose one, we promise if you say it, everything will stop" Henry said, his hand coming up to wrap in my hair, tilting my head up.

I feel a rush of panic, what were they doing, what was Henry suggesting, before I say "Elephant" to his gently tugged reminder.

"Good girl" he whispers, his lips nibbling along my neck and I moan, overloaded by the sensual need within me, built from the things I had seen and the way these men made me feel.