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The closer we draw to the red door, the more the doubt increases. I focus on the detailing of the palace to distract myself. I don't want to bail...not after I reassured Jace twice that I can do this. If we don't go in, the night will be wasted. Jace will have to drive me home...although I know he'll be fine with doing that. I don't want to be a wimp. I decode the charcoal brick palace from out of time. 

Through the windows, is a long corridor. No people. Its enormous foyer consist of the entire front of the castle. The music grows high, the sexual ominous noise is titillating. It reawakens my lady boner. I'm glad that I'm in heat, it'll relax me some. I plant my palm on the crotch of his silk dress pants.

The addictive "hmm" he gives cures my frazzled thoughts. "It's the music, right?" My hubby smirks.

"It's preaching to the slut in me."

"Good." We cross the last of the dark petals onto the front steps, which display markings set in neon red. The color outlines a masquerade mask symbol at the base of each stair. Jace takes hold of the door handle, which is a huge silver ring. The song emitting from inside blast as soon as he opens it. A new one is playing. A slow instrumental, a mashup of hip hop and R&B. The ambiance of breathy vocalizations and bass. The impossibly long corridor is dark as night, outlined neon red all the way down. My feet get heavy. My tough exterior diminishes. Oh, no...I'm turning into a wimp. Why? What has me spooked? I've seen this before, my pornhub stash it's very explorative. So, what's my issue???!

My baby pays attention to my heavier footsteps. "You okay?"

"Hmm mmm," I mumble instead of speaking, my voice might break.

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"Are you sure you want to?"

He keeps giving me a way out. It must be for a good reason. This is the third time. Maybe I should listen. But I'm too intrigued to walk away. His caution has me wanting it more. There's a double door far down. Flickering flames dance across the bottom of it, along with the shadows of partiers. Entrapping me, same as a moth to flame. "I want to see..." I march ahead, determined to unlock a new life moment. The building tension is thick all the way there. I gulp, pausing briefly to control my jagged breathing. 

I grab both ring handles and pull the doors out. A suite bathed in black and red neon. Up above me is a circus; trouples perform explicit sex acts. Sharing their bodies while on tightropes. I walk below to spike beds, cages, chained walls, water tanks, spin wheels, and swings. The guests are vulgar in using each. My mouth is to the floor. There's angst, dominance, and freedom throughout the room. Some are half naked, others fully nude. My brain is too blinded to command my feet ahead, I halt and witness how sex swings operate.

Jace's warm palms cradle my love handles. His stinging breath clouds my earlobe. "Over there..."

My eyes search to where he's looking. On one of the spike beds, is a woman. An emo goddess tugging chains with five men attached to the ends. They wear sharp collars which has shredded their necks with bloody lines. She uses both hands to wrap the chains around, then yanks hard. Her hair is so shiny and pitch black, so is her makeup. Slithers of crochet fabric trail from her nipples down to her thighs, barely covering her privates. Her eyes are nearly white, I wonder if those are contacts or not.

I watch this insanely hot FemDom be what I wish I could be. I was obsessed with women like her through my sexual journey. Now I'm seeing one in person. It's hard not to fan girl and revel in her ownership of the men. Who are on their knees like dogs, desperately seeking her next order. Her greystone eyes are fiery, demanding without words. In a nonverbal flash of her irises, she commands the four guys to create a human centipede. 

A sexy feast of their waists connecting for a romp session. The fifth guy is reeled over by the chain around his neck. The gratification in his smile speaks louder than any celebration could. He's honored to be her sex slave. The Dom slams him down against the thick spikes of the bed. The pain gets the guy off, his exasperated groans are unhinged lust. The woman clips on sharp nail to the end of her fingertips, and riddles his chest with deep, red lines.

I all but drool over her talent. Jace is really into how I idolize her. If body temperature could transmit, I'd be burned by his. I slyly grab his hand, browsing the room for an empty bed. I want to try what she's doing. Although it'll be less impressive. There's a free bed on the end, I escort Jace there.

"I'm guessing you're into it." My lovebug lightly fingers between my thighs.

"I am." I remove his finger from my bum, ticking my tongue at him. "No touching."

"My bad."

I point him to the bed, ordering him to lay down. He does. The glitter of the sharp nails catch my eye. I apply them to my fingers and saddle him. Just before I can begin humping, I feel her eyes on me. The Dom Queen. My mind malfunctions, I lose track of what I was about to do. The depth of her irises speak. Instructing me, a rookie, to correct my posture. The Dom demonstrates by mounting her guy and placing a hand on his knee. I copy this. Then she arches her back. I analyze exactly how it's not completely curved to the point of tightening the muscles. Only slightly done. I relax my back some.

Her sharp nails grope the guy's neck, indenting into his jugular. I copy her again. The Dom lifts herself by her knees so there's space between their waists. Again, I repeat her, as well as her flawless 360 dance. This I don't need help with. The Queen is wowed by me; her see through eyes flash with impressiveness. I get a read of, "well, excuse me..." from her eyes. The Dom flips her hair around and returns to enjoying her guy toy. 

I realize I've had my sight set on her the whole time. Jace must be annoyed. When I stare down, it's the opposite. He's a sword between my legs. The tangled, in heat expression he wears is contagious. I can't help but replicate the stirred-up angst. "Bet you want me to make out with her." My voice sizzles. This finishes him, not me belly dancing atop him.

A body quivering, soul shaking moan from his mouth is long and feral. "OOOO HMMMM UUGH!!! HMMM!!!" His lip bite charges me up. I drag the razor nails down his chest, glad when there are scars left behind. Similar to paper cuts. The blood shed opens a new preference for me...inciting pain.

JACE

I did not expect that! Looks like Madi was checking out Isabel. I disappeared behind her curiosity. Their long eye language was a mouthwatering treat. I visualized every nasty scenario there is. Daily grind. Come as you are. laconic lounger. Olympic gymnast. Breast enhancement. Rocket. I'm interrupted before my inner voice can name the rest.

"That was fun!" My bunny leans into my mouth for a vigorous makeout. Our whimpering mumbles mash together between our lips.

"It was...you surprised me."

"I'm sure you pictured lesbian positions."

"You know I did." I watch her bend to press her mouth along the tiger marks she left on my chest. "What were you thinking about in that stare down?"

"I was admiring her eyes...they're such a strange color."

"And what else?" My penis wiggles against her crotch.

"Her skills..." Madi shrugs. "She sets a high bar...I'll need time to get there."

"She offers lessons."

"I don't know...I'd be too self-conscious in a one on one with her."

"Don't be...she's nice."

"Of course you've been there, dick man." She laughs.

"My past self-apologize for being a whore."

"Apology accepted." She slowly places her knees down, being cautious of the spiked bed. "Doesn't it hurt?" She studies my back on the sharp metal.

"I've trained my tolerance." Maybe it's not the time to tell her about fire and pin needle foreplay. It's too soon.

"I want to test that at the penthouse." 

Oh, she's still hungry? Tonight is going to be great! "After you, my queen." Madi dismounts me, avoiding skin contact with the spikes. She's scared of too much pain...which is expected for a newbie. I get off too, pulling her to my side. Her sky-colored eyes are back on Isabel. My dick wants to stand up again. "I could introduce you." I fight to hide the erotic tone from my voice. I want to see them together.

"She's scary..."

"Isabel is nice, don't worry." I give a short wave to her.

"I'm gonna make a fool of myself, don't!"

"Too late." I poke. Isabel got my signal and is on the way over.

"I can't!"

Maybe I can sway her panic if I mention the opposite sex. "I'll consider kissing a guy if you talk to her."

"Oh, really?" This takes her mind away from uneasiness. "Which one?"

"Red head."

Her hyper eyes locate one of Isabel's subs, a lean but toned guy with a face tattoo and nose pierces. "WOW him?!"

"Yes...only if you agree." Isabel is nearly to us. I add a little urgency to my voice.

"Sure."

"Well, look who it is." Isabel's voice is deeper than Madi's, like a smoker, which she is. "Playboy Jace and his wife. I'm still amazed by this." She hand gestures between us. "How did you slay him?"

Madison shrugs. "I have no clue."

"No need to be modest, honey, your aura is delicious."

My wife blushes, the way that is hard to hide. "Oh...umm...thank you."

"That's how you got him. Own it." Her assertiveness mirrors a man's. "Even from what I saw tonight...you're new, but you're a fast learner. You could be Tier 3 if I train you." Her gray eyes size up my baby like an appetizing meal.

"Funny...I was just mentioning your lessons." I side grin at my wife.

"That would be helpful...but I'm guessing the price is high." Madi twiddle her thumbs.

"No...free of charge, due to mine and Jace's history."

"It sounds challenging."

"Not really..." Isabel moves close to Madi to twist a finger around her golden hair. My honey stops breathing, I worry about her reddening face. "All you have to do is imagine that it's big...and long." She mutters lowly. "Although...his could be bigger." She belittles me with a side glance.

I give a harsh laugh. "It's nice seeing you again too, Isabel."

"Think about it...exclusive access free of charge. Thursday nights at 9. Boudoir Estates, suite 22." Isabel untwists Madi's hair from her finger and catwalks off.

My baby finally breathes, swallowing hard. "She's...intense."

"I thought you wanted to be a dom."

"I do...but I have a lot to learn."

"Take the lessons."

"After you kiss the guy." She simpers wide.

"Alright...give me a minute." I glance at the half naked man, who could very well be straight. I start the test. The evaluation of a guy to determine if they're down or not. The goal is to measure eye contact. The longer he keeps it, the better. 5 seconds of staring or more. Body language is key too, if there's no aggression or break away, then it's a green light. The red head is leaving the bed, I keep my sight on him to summon. Part 1 of the evaluation.

"What are you doing?"

"The test...I just can't go kissing men who aren't interested."

"There's a test??" Madi exclaims.

"Yes..." The sexy guy senses me watching. I quickly break eye contact. Now that he's looking, I have to begin the second part of the test. I stare back at him, only to find his brown eyes darting away in offense. Not an inkling of interest or attraction. He's not into guys. "He's straight." I say.

"How did you do that?" My baby praises me.

"Years of practice." I command the StryNoz through my smart watch. It'll meet us on the beach. "Maybe next time."

"Aww...that sucks." She grumbles. Out on the beach, many of the partiers skinny dip in the cool blue water. I'm not open enough to allow my wife to go fully nude...just enough to tease the imagination. Madi doesn't realize how much of a bombshell she is. Even now, men are checking her out...while she obliviously monitors the sky. "I love fall. Sweater weather. Halloween. Thanksgiving."

"It's pretty nice...not too far from Christmas and New Year's." I kiss the ring on her forehead finger. "We haven't spent a holiday together yet."

"Wow...we haven't!" She squeaks. "Now I gotta start planning."

"There's a Halloween ball, if you're up for another dance competition."

"You know I am." I love the winks she gives me.

StryNoz, the race car rolls to a stop before the roped line. The security men open it for us. "A great night to you, Mr and Mrs."

"Thank you." I get into the drivers seat, expecting my bunny to be beside me, but she's at my door.

"I want to drive."

"Uh oh..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ummm....this is 5,000 horsepower, V16 engine."

"So..." Madi puts her hands on her hips.

"How good of a driver are you?"

Madison huffs. "Really?"

"Yes."

"I passed the test, so..."

"That doesn't mean you can handle this." I incline my head to the stick gear.

"I've been driving stick since 16. My dad taught me."

I'm pleasantly impressed by this. "Hmm...interesting. What make?"

"69' Camaro streetcar...3k hp. He modded it himself and gifted it to me."

I'm still iffy about leaving the main seat. That's a flex...how did she wield that power? "What happened to it?"

She frowns. "I sold it to cut down on expenses."

"That's unfortunate..."

"Yeah."

I could let her. It's not like I don't have the car botted...or satellites to block any obstruction. I skeptically slide out of the seat. "Okay, here are the rules. First. If you freak out from the speed, my auto bot will take over. Second, don't go over 3k, it turbos far beyond 255 miles, you're not used to that. So, press lightly on the pedal."

"You're serious?" My love bounces up and down, exhilarated.

"Yes...let's have some fun." As she gets in, I smack her on the ass.

MADISON

The night air is electric, buzzing with the surge of the city. The stars above are sharp, cutting through the dark sky like shards of ice. I've got one hand on the wheel, the other lightly resting on the gearshift, fingers itching to make this beast purr. Jace is calm as ever, but I sense bottled-up fear of watching his wife steer a dangerous car. This isn't just a drive. It's a performance review. The cool points I'll get from this will crown me a speed queen in his eyes. I can't mess up. 

I shift into third, and the engine responds instantly, roaring to life like a caged lion set free. The 3000 horsepower takes me down memory lane. My dad and I racing down a residential street with the eyes of appalled neighbors on us. Those were fun days. I wish I never had to sell the 69'. I come alive from the vibrating of my bones, urging me to let up on the pedal. I'm not as experienced as Jace, but I'm still showing up his exes. What other girl he met has slayed 255.53 miles per hour? On a public street?

The city blurs past us, a neon kaleidoscope of lights and shadows, but I don't even flinch. I know these streets like the back of my hand, every turn, every curve, is a part of me. I pass over the slowpokes, all while obeying the rules, both the ones Jace gave me and the road. "Run the red lights...it's time you've learned your privileges."

I'm against taking my feet off the brakes. The intersection isn't clear. I'll have to time it perfectly. I don't know how to do that. I might be a little chicken. "Umm...traffic." I scoff.

"I'll tell you when to go." His sage irises harden while timing the oncoming traffic. Vehicles turning left and red, those going straight. There's a big enough gap for me after these three. Jace'll tell me to go. "Go." He commands as I predicted. I floor the gas halfway.

We're blasted straight ahead, cutting between honking cars and blaring trucks. My veins fill with the drug adrenaline. The invincible...badass vibe has me cocky enough to fly through three more red lights. The white marks of the streets appear as lights, not paint. The whiplash of the streetlamps and headlights swirl as one. The sound of police sirens descend from each side street I pass. I'm being hunted by the law for blowing off red lights. "Umm...I should slow down now!" I panic.

"No...keep going."

"Jace, I never had a ticket." I quickly peer over at him, too zoned in on not crashing into something.

"You won't. Just do what I do." From my peripheral, Jace rolls down his window, the air mutes out the sound of the sirens. The only way I know the coppers are still chasing is by the red, white, and blue strobe lights. He extends his arm out and shape his fingers into devil horns. A rock star symbol. I let off the gas a little, roll down my window, and throw out the horn hand gesture like he has. The sirens are faintly heard. The wailing, high pitched tone switch off. So does the strobing lights. Through the rearview, each of the eight police cars slow in unison.

"Whoa!!"

"You're welcome...code 859 was successful." Jace grins. "Turn left." He says quickly, testing my response time with an impish leer.

I take a sharp corner, downshifting with precision. The tires grip the asphalt. The car skids slightly, but it's controlled—everything is calculated, nothing left to chance. The thrill of it sends lightning to my core. I can't help but smile at the mischievousness. I live for this. The speed, the control, the feeling of walking on the edge. Jace is rubbing off on me. I wasn't like this before. He glances at me to tell me what to do, but I'm already ahead, shifting into fourth as we hit a straightaway. The corners of my mouth curl. The car screams down the empty street, eating up the pavement.

The penthouse comes into view, a beacon of luxury perched high above the city. I shift down, guiding the car into a smooth drift. We roll into the driveway. The tires barely whisper against the gravel as I bring the car to a stop. The engine purrs forcefully before shutting off. The sudden silence is jarring,

"Well...you have me all warmed up."

Again, his lip bite kills me inside. "Good, let's get to it."