Prologue
Sunday evening, at Devotion…
Samantha McCoy was rooted to the floor.
As she stood outside of one of the occupied glass rooms that acted as a center stage at Devotion, she was focused intently on Mistress Serena and the sexy scene playing out in front of her.
The scene was relatively familiar to the one she’d witnessed between Xander and Mercedes last week during their first night at Devotion. At least as far as setup went. Similar to the way Xander had structured his scene, Mistress Serena was using a St. Andrew’s cross, a flogger, and sheer determination to command the scantily clad male subs currently occupying the space.
But that’s about where the similarities ended.
The biggest difference was that Sam had witnessed more than just domination between Xander and Mercedes. Even from her inexperienced eye, she’d caught on to the fact that there was an inferno of emotion raging between the two of them.
With Mistress Serena, her scenes lacked that emotional connection, although they were a little more intimate when she was playing with one or both of her own subs. As she was now.
No, what Mistress Serena offered to the audience was always about hardcore, erotic exchanges. And the majority of the time, she interacted with the members, taking them on and teaching them through participation just what it meant to submit to a Domme.
Sam hadn’t considered the differences before, but Xander had certainly made her realize the true depth of emotion that could be shared between a Dominant and a submissive. Until she had seen it with her own two eyes, she hadn’t thought anything of it.
Not that it mattered. Based on what she remembered of the scene, Mercedes had enjoyed herself on both occasions. Just like the dark haired man in the glass room facing the audience was. Even strapped to the cross, he seemed to be having just as much fun. As was the blond man bent over in front of him, currently sucking the other man’s cock while Mistress Serena impaled Blondie with a large black dildo.
Clearly, based on the sensual cries echoing from the room, Mistress Serena was doing something right.
While Sam could only see one man’s face, she could hear the need in both of their combined moans. Whatever they were feeling, it was undeniably gratifying, and it sent a punch of pleasure through Sam. Almost like she was experiencing it vicariously through them.
“Oh,” Samantha mumbled when the blond man writhed and moaned loudly, his voice echoing through the enclosed room.
The heat of a body moved up against her and Sam instantly recognized it was Logan. Even if she had been blindfolded, she would’ve been able to tell it was him. As she leaned into him, he banded his arms around her and rested his hands on her stomach. His rigid erection was pressed into her back, proof that he was enjoying the scene as much as she was.
Then again, it was easy to enjoy it when you were the one on the outside looking in. It was somewhat like porn, only significantly better. It was exciting to watch as the provocatively dressed Mistress Serena pleasured both of her subs in a way only she could obviously do.
The woman knew how to play them like a fine tuned instrument. She didn’t hesitate as she continued to land several smacks on the blond’s rosy red ass while she fucked his ass with a thick dildo repeatedly.
From where Sam stood, she could see the tension in the blond guy’s muscles, the pure pleasure in the dark haired man’s eyes. The restrained man looked as though he were damn close to exploding. Knowing Mistress Serena, she’d refused her subs the pleasure. At least until she gave them permission.
“Enjoying yourself?” Logan asked, his breath warm against her neck.
“It’s entertaining, yes,” she said, turning her head to look up at him. “How about you?”
“I can’t complain.”
Sam turned her attention back to the scene. Logan had been across the room talking to a handsome man she hadn’t recognized while she’d been chatting with Sierra shortly after they arrived. When Luke and Cole came to retrieve their wife, Sam had originally intended to join Logan, but then she’d been distracted by Mistress Serena.
“Who were you talking to?” she asked him now, resting her hands atop his where they were wrapped around her.
“Someone I’d like to introduce you to.”
“Yeah?” Sam was still focused on the scene in front of her. The blond man being fucked ruthlessly was moaning in earnest, obviously dangerously close to orgasm.
“Later though. Right now, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take,” Logan breathed against her ear. “I need to be inside you.”
Sam turned abruptly; no longer interested in what was going on with Mistress Serena and her play toys. They were quite capable of handling themselves. Right now, more than anything, Sam wanted Logan.