Free Bow to Your Partner by Raven McAllan Page A

They both loved the build up, the
way she held her emotions in check until he told her to fly. Here though, she
had to hold back that immediate reaction. To scene in public was a giant leap.
One he thought she was ready for, but unbeknown to Mason, Callan had decided
this playtime would be only semi public. He had no intention of going too fast,
not after everything they'd learned.
    He locked his office door, and led Mason along the
corridor and into one of the dungeons. As agreed, she kept her head bowed and
didn't speak.
    "In here pet." He opened the door.
    "At last." Sean's cheerful voice
brought Mason’s head up for a split second. Callan pinched her wrist. "I
thought you'd wimped out, Callan, and gone for a pizza."
    Callan chuckled. "Food for
the soul first, the stomach later." He lifted Mason's chin with the
hand she wasn't holding on to tightly. "You can look around now, pet."
    He tried to see the room with her eyes.
    No hoards of people waiting to watch. No one except Sean and Jane, and four other carefully chosen Doms
and subs. No one to freak her or make her feel judged. It was, he'd decided, the way to continue. A discussion with Sean a few days
previously resulted in his plans for the evening. Okay, they'd been delayed by
their explosive lovemaking, but now they were back on track.
    "Ready to scene, love? Just a
little wax play? By me, not Sean, a nice double act?"
    Mason gasped, and he watched a flush run over her
skin.
    "Can we, Sir?"
    "Come on." He lifted the ropes and
escorted her into the scening area.
    She glanced at the half dozen or so people who sat
quietly on chairs and cushions in the darkened area of the room.
    "Friends, all of them," he said in an
undertone. "We've all been at this stage, and so I decided they were the
best people to be here for us. You'll soon find they're friends of yours as
well. Before you ask, no. No Marco. That would be too
much for both of you at this point." He didn't bother to add, but not for ever . They both knew that
scenario would happen sooner of later. She nodded.
    "Yes, Sir, and thank
you."

Chapter Ten
     
    Is this really me or
am I going to wake up, in my bed, with an itch that needs scratching and only
my vibrator to do it? Whatever, I'm going to enjoy it. Mason followed Callan
across the wooden floor to where Sean stood. Next to him a woman of about
Mason's own age and build, but with red curly hair scraped back and fixed with
what looked like a million hair grips stood quietly, head bowed. The woman
looked, up and gave her Sir a quick glance. He nodded and she smiled at Mason.
    "Hi, I'm Jane O'Connor. Sean is my Master and
my husband. So you and Callan are going to double act with us, eh? Cool."
    Mason gulped. What should she do?
    "You can answer her, love. Chat and be
reassured whilst I set things up. Sean is going to explain to the punters
what's going on." Callan touched her shoulder in a reassuring way. "They
may all be in the lifestyle, but we're treating this as a demonstration. It'll
help all of us." He bent, kissing her hard on the lips. It was the first
proper embrace they'd exchanged, since they'd entered the club, and the heat
flooding her was enough to make her hope to hell her legs weren't damp and
showing her arousal. That would be more than embarrassing. It was all well and
good looking forward to feeling the tiny stings and tingles as the wax hit her,
but to show how a mere kiss affected her was all too much.
    She stared as Callan walked across the demo area, to
engage in deep conversation with Sean. The sight of the two of them together,
all macho male and dominant, made her groan and close her eyes at the fresh
rush of moisture that gathered inside her. At this rate she'd be able to wring out
herself and her thong.
    Jane giggled softly. "A bit
overwhelming together, eh? I had them both do wax play on me together once,
and I nearly came on the spot. Luckily Sean knows me well enough to know where
a well-placed drop of wax was enough to slow me