His heart rate kicked up several notches. He had a feeling she was going to go all out because Fire would be observing her technique. Aggie went a bit easy on him now that they were together on a permanent basis; it had been a while since she’d driven him to his knees. Jace almost tripped over his feet in his rush to stand in the dungeon and wait for her—for them—to give him what Aggie promised with the heat of her gaze.
Half the excitement of a session with Aggie was anticipation. He could hear the two women talking and laughing in the room next door. He kept thinking the voices were approaching and that the women would arrive any moment, but apparently he was imagining things. When he could stand waiting no longer, he crept to the open door of the dressing room and peered inside.
Aggie was dressed in black patent leather from her thigh-high boots to her skintight corset. Fire’s outfit was similar, but in shiny red instead of black. She was standing behind Aggie, braiding Aggie’s long black hair. Jace preferred Aggie’s hair down. The braid made her look too severe. Too cold.
“Did you tell your sub he could leave the dungeon?” Fire said without looking up from her task.
“He’s not my sub,” Aggie said and lifted her gaze to look at Jace standing in the doorway. “Not exactly. But, no, I didn’t give him permission. He’s just eager. Aren’t you?” She winked at him.
“You’ve gone soft on me, Ice,” Fire said. “Once upon a time, you were the brutal one and I showed them mercy.”
“I am a touch soft with him,” Aggie admitted. Her gaze gentled as she continued to stare at Jace. “I love him.”
Jace smiled and hoped she could read the reciprocating emotions on his face, because there was no way he’d say them aloud in front of another domme.
“Well, I don’t. He better get back into that dungeon before I’m done with this braid.” Fire still hadn’t looked at him. He knew it was part of the domme act, but he’d grown used to the way Aggie punished him and he much preferred it to the way past dommes had treated him. He had never liked the subservient part of the game. He just enjoyed the pain.
“I told you what he’s like in the dungeon,” Aggie said.
“And it made you cream your panties. Yeah, I recall. But I’m not you, am I? He’ll listen to me or he’ll suffer.”
“I got tired of waiting,” Jace said.
Fire lifted her gaze to his at last, and he was sure most men would have dropped to their knees to grovel at her feet. But he was not most men.
“He is a defiant one, isn’t he?” Fire said.
Aggie chuckled. “You have no idea.”
Fire tied a leather string around the bottom of Aggie’s braid and then slid her hands over Aggie’s shoulders as she stared Jace down. “I’m ready to make him beg, Ice. How about you?”
“We can try,” Aggie said.
Knowing his wait was finally over, Jace retreated to the main dungeon. He wondered if they’d torture him as a unit or take turns. He also wondered if one of the women was more dominant than the other. He loved when Aggie dominated others—seeing the rush she got from her power was a total turn-on. He could scarcely imagine how hot she’d be dominating another dominant female. He wished he could sneak a moment alone with Aggie to bring it up, but she wouldn’t want him to mention it in front of another domme. That would make her look submissive to him. And while she was open to suggestions from him when they were alone, the illusion of their power play would be shifted if he started making demands to her when she was already in her role as Mistress V or Ice. But maybe he could hint enough that she’d catch on and turn it into her idea. He was sure she’d be okay with that scenario.
The familiar click of Aggie’s heels on the cement floor of the dungeon grabbed Jace by the balls. His body knew what was coming, and his dick was instantly hard with anticipation. The not so familiar cadence of a second set of heels made his belly quiver. He had no idea what to expect out of Fire. He’d had some vicious dommes in his past, dommes who’d had no problem taking his desire for pain much too far. But Aggie knew how to send him into his happy place quickly with minimal damage to his body. Still there was something exciting about not knowing what was to come.
He kept his eyes downcast as they approached, working hard to curtail his excitement. He shouldn’t already be this turned on. They hadn’t even touched him yet. Of course, he was used to twice-daily sex with Aggie, and he hadn’t seen her for almost a week. He just didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Fire. A part of him wanted Aggie to be proud of how he handled himself with her friend. And watching him spontaneously come—spilling his seed all over the dungeon floor—while under the lash was probably not what she had in mind.
A pair of black patent leather boots came into his field of view, followed by a matching set in red patent leather. His cock pulsed in appreciation of footwear sexiness. He was already imagining what those pointed heels would feel like pressed into his chest. His back. His crotch. The women stood close together, so he couldn’t help but lift his eyes to see more. Aggie had a flail in one hand and a riding crop in the other. Her expression was hard, cold. Jace’s balls tightened. He knew that look well; he was in for a treat. He pulled his gaze from the familiar and perfect to Fire, who held a bullwhip in one hand and wore a look of mild amusement. Her arm was around Aggie’s lower back, her hand resting with familiarity on Aggie’s hip. The spike of jealousy that stabbed him in the throat caught him by surprise. What did he have to feel jealous about? They were just two friends barely touching. Yet he couldn’t shake his concern over the possessiveness Fire showed toward his fiancée.