Free Bow to Your Partner by Raven McAllan Page B

down until He decided I could
fly. So, is this your first time here?"
    "First time scening in public," Mason
said. "We've been building up to this. It was a big no go at first. Callan gave me time to grow. However, I trust him."
    Jane looked at Mason's wrist and raised her
eyebrows. "Good."
    Mason waited for her to expand on the word. When it
seemed she wasn't going to, Mason said what was uppermost in her mind. "I'm
scared but excited, and oh my god, so turned on. Is that how it should be? My
late husband and I never did anything in public, and I thought I'd be embarrassed
or not interested." She gave a soft laugh, and ran her hands down her
sides. "And instead I'm excited and don’t care about the audience."
    "That's good." Jane's mind appeared to be on
other things. Mason watched Jane pull back her shoulders, and blink.
"Right we need to tie your hair back, and get ready. If we go over
there," Jane pointed to a door set in the back wall, "there's a
dressing room we can use. I need to change anyway."
    Mason looked at her. Jane wore a full bustier and
stocking and suspenders. "Into what? You look
great."
    Jane smiled as she opened the door into a tiny
dressing room, not much bigger than the two of them.
    '"Thanks, but tonight we're showing circles on
the skin, so I need to be as bare as possible. And believe me, if you'd have
asked me six months ago if I'd do this the answer would have been a big fat no.
But love and trust is a wondrous thing. Not to mention how I feel at the end.
Here." She handed Mason a hairbrush, a bobble, and some grips. "Pull
it back, and tie it in a plait if you can. Then we can ask your Sir how he wants
it secured."
    The statement sounded so natural, Mason nodded. She
scarcely noticed as Jane stripped off the bustier and left herself in thong,
suspenders and stockings. By the time Mason's hair was as neat as she could make
it, there was a knock on the door. Before either of them had time to answer,
with more than, "Come in," Callan opened it and looked around.
    "Ah, good girl. Can you do it as a
coil on your head?"
    "Yes, Sir." Mason got the hang of
the sirring now. It tripped of her tongue as easily as his given name. She
moved her hand in a flapping movement. One he knew was a “yes, happy” gesture.
    "Jane, Sean's ready when you are."
    "Thank you, Sir." Jane slipped past him.
    Mason looked up to see his eyes following her hand
movement.
    "Are you sure, love ?"
His voice was gentle.
    She bit her lip. Didn't he want to do this? His eyes
narrowed and she realized he was waiting for her answer.
    "I want what you want, Sir, so far."
    He laughed. "Then let's do it, and then we'll
depart to somewhere private for a little personal loving, eh?" He leaned
in and kissed her, his tongue thrust between her lips, demanding the admission
she gladly gave him. Even as he deepened the kiss, Callan rolled the top of her
bustier down to expose her nipple, and pinched it just shy of pain. The waves
of hot, instant sensation, and the shards of desire bombarding her were enough
to make her legs feel like jelly, and she held on to Callan for support. He
growled deep in his throat.
    By the time Callan pulled back, Mason's head was
whirling and she wished she'd said fuck first and play later. She needed him.
The shaky breath she took made him laugh.
    "Yeah, and now I need a steady hand.” He ran
his finger under her thong and slid it inside her, drawing the wetness he
gathered on it, and held it to her lips. "This is what you do for me, you
know, and it's perfect. Lick."
    She opened her mouth, tasting of her own arousal. Slightly
salty, and a certain special scent she couldn't define. Similar to what he
tasted like.
    "Right, let's go and show the world how perfect
you are." Callan pulled her close and led the way back into the play area.
Over to one side, Sean had lit several candles, their flames sure and steady. Jane
stretched out on a firm mattress, slightly angled to show the audience where
and how the wax would