Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
The only thing I knew about the other Dom is that he was someone I’ve shown interest in before. Not in this capacity, but as in I’ve apparently enjoyed watching his public scenes at the club. Rome wouldn’t be more specific than that, but I narrowed it down to three Doms he could possibly be talking about. There’s Master Connors, who is absolutely fascinating to watch with his bullwhip. Sir Jeremy is always a delight to watch scene, because he makes it fun, having the audience count each time he forces his sub of the night to come with his Hitachi magic wand and all of its attachments. I was there to witness the infamous night he made Dulce—and the crowd—yell out “Seventeen!” before she fainted.
No one was worried though. It happened a lot. She’s just the badass who broke the record before she finally passed out, only to eventually wake up in Sir Jeremy’s arms, which—legend has it—is said to be the best aftercare a sub has the honor of experiencing. He’s even given pop-up training sessions to teach other Doms his secrets.
He would be a good choice for a partner for sure… but not for my particular fantasy. He doesn’t quite fit the role we need to be filled. Like that square peg in a round hole metaphor, you wouldn’t put someone who specializes in toys in a position where toys won’t be needed. He’s known for being the absolute master of forced orgasms using his magic wand, but throw a wizard into any situation without his wand, and what do you have? Just a normal dude with no way to harness his power.
So while I love watching him at the club and have always been curious what the big deal is about his particular form of aftercare, I don’t think Roman would choose him for our special night.
Lastly, there’s Sarge. Who has actually given training sessions for my special brand of kink. But now that I think about it, those training sessions I’ve walked past always had the same sub tied to his demonstration table.
I grab my phone and pull up the Club Alias Member app and type Sarge into the search bar.
Sure enough, the part-owner of the club—apparently there are four co-owners—has profile labeled the same as Roman’s and mine, Married Heterosexual Couple. And nowhere on their page does it say either one of them is open to including anyone else in their dynamic.
Which, instead of disappointing me, actually gives me hope for the future. This doesn’t have to be a one-time deal for us. With another person, yes, since I’ve made it clear to Roman that once will be enough to fulfill his need to watch me with someone else. Once you see that, well you can’t really un-see it, so there’s really no reason it would have to be repeated, especially since I told him it was all right with me if he discreetly filmed parts of it, if the other Dom agreed. I specified discreetly, because I didn’t want to be distracted by a stupid camera in my face.
So with that being said, my best bet would be Master Jeremy. He wouldn’t need anywhere to plug in a—
My text notification goes off in my hand, pulling me out of the thoughts I’m supposed to be avoiding. It’s like my husband could sense that exact thing as his name pops up on the screen.
I shake my head at myself when I read the message.
Yeah, my husband could sense it, all right. I roll my eyes. More like… I forgot for a second that I’m married to a software brainiac.
Husband: Nope, not Sarge.
I grin as I type back my reply.
Me: Are you watching me? Did you put some kind of spyware on my phone, dear husband? You picked one hell of a day to *start* keeping tabs on me like a jealous spouse.
Husband: No, my little crazy. I was on the members app, and when I clicked the search bar to type in something I’m looking into, I saw a new search in the history right underneath, which wasn’t there five minutes ago when I began my research.
I hurry to click open the app again and take a peek at the stuff listed in the search history, my face falling into a frown.
Me: Mine doesn’t have that. *grumpy face emoji
Husband: That’s because I have mine set to Incognito Mode. It doesn’t save my searches, so my nosy little wife can’t ruin fun surprises.
Me: Of course you do. How do you even know some weird ‘Incognito Mode’ exists?
Me: Sorry. That came out sounding more jealously suspicious than I meant for it to. I trust you’re not searching for anything… like that. I’m just curious how you found it. I never saw it as an option
Husband: No worries, baby. I knew what you meant. And you mostly likely did see it pop up, but you have a bad habit of just swiping stuff out of your way when you’re on a different mission. It was one of the screens when you first downloaded the app and asked if you wanted a tour.