chose to do, so long as it wasn't hurting anyone, was okay with her. But, she'd never tried it and didn't know if it would be for her. Certainly, she was unprepared for the eventuality.
Trey was smiling with his brother a little distance away, and she relaxed a bit. Her bottom still smarted from what he called a "warm-up" but he hadn't asked more of her than she could accept. He knew she was a beginner in this world. He wouldn't expect her to jump in with open legs. Probably.
* * *
"There are more people than I expected," Ace said, looking around, a small frown between his dark eyebrows.
"It is a little crowded," Trey remarked. "I expect that as the evenin' goes on, more people'll move to the private rooms and things'll loosen up in here."
"Yeah, probably." He turned to Trey and smiled. "The li-woo is a knockout, brother."
"I'm not sure she'd appreciate bein' called a little woman but she's most definitely a knockout." Trey's smile grew as he watched her approach. "I don't know how twisty she is, though. She looks a bit like a deer in the headlights right about now."
Ace laughed. "Go slow. That's how you keep 'em."
Trey snorted. "Yeah, like you'd know. You go through 'em like ice cream sundaes. Tasty while you eat 'em, but if you're done, you're done."
"You should talk."
"I tour in Afghanistan!"
"You make excuses!"
Trey frowned. "I oughta pop you one."
"You and whose…army."
They broke up laughing, and were still chortling as Liv walked up.
"Here's your drink…er…sir."
"Thank you, darlin'." He gestured toward hers. "That's not soda with lime, is it?"
She shook her blonde head. "No. Gin and tonic. But I'm only having one, so don't think you can get me drunk and take advantage of me."
Trey made his best innocent face. "Never."
Ace snorted and patted Trey on the shoulder, turning to leave. "Have fun, Trey. Nice to meet you, Liv-honey. I'm sure I'll see more of you later." He smirked at his own joke and walked away to be absorbed in the crowd.
Liv looked a little pale.
"Don't mind him. He cracks himself up regularly."
She smiled, though the expression was strained.
Trey reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, then cupped her chin. "I like it when you look at me, sweetheart, but with the other men here, you should drop your eyes. We don’t want them thinkin’ you’re out shoppin’ for a playmate, okay?"
"Okay. Sir."
Trey reached out and took her drink from her, then put it and his own down on a console table nearby. He dipped his head until their lips nearly met. Her breath smelled spicy and clean like the gin in her glass. "I could get used to hearin’ 'sir' from you."
Liv's eyes closed as he pressed his lips against hers. Tentative at first, their kiss was a tender exploration. Trey kept it slow, and though it was something of a public declaration there in the crowded room, he wanted it to feel intimate. They were the only two people in the world at that moment. He found her tongue with his own and coaxed it, teased it, brought her softly to heel. His hands went into her silky hair and held her where he wanted her, up against him from thigh to lips.
They broke in response to a shrill scream from one of the x-frames.
As Liv panted, her eyes wide and startled at the sound, Trey touched a fingertip to her kiss-swollen mouth, wondering if other parts of her were swollen too. He took a step back and confirmed her excitement: her nipples were tenting the front of the shirt she wore. "That's nothin' to be scared about, darlin'. Just someone havin' a good time."
"It sounded like she was hurt."
"Bein' in pain is not the same as bein' harmed. None of us here would harm a woman."
Her face began to clear. "You sound so sure. But the idea is to inflict pain."
"Pain is a sensation. Like my fingers on your nipples is a sensation." He rubbed the nubs as he spoke. "Like that wetness in your pussy is a sensation."
She gasped. "How…how did you know?"
"That you are wet?"
She nodded.
"I can
Trey was smiling with his brother a little distance away, and she relaxed a bit. Her bottom still smarted from what he called a "warm-up" but he hadn't asked more of her than she could accept. He knew she was a beginner in this world. He wouldn't expect her to jump in with open legs. Probably.
* * *
"There are more people than I expected," Ace said, looking around, a small frown between his dark eyebrows.
"It is a little crowded," Trey remarked. "I expect that as the evenin' goes on, more people'll move to the private rooms and things'll loosen up in here."
"Yeah, probably." He turned to Trey and smiled. "The li-woo is a knockout, brother."
"I'm not sure she'd appreciate bein' called a little woman but she's most definitely a knockout." Trey's smile grew as he watched her approach. "I don't know how twisty she is, though. She looks a bit like a deer in the headlights right about now."
Ace laughed. "Go slow. That's how you keep 'em."
Trey snorted. "Yeah, like you'd know. You go through 'em like ice cream sundaes. Tasty while you eat 'em, but if you're done, you're done."
"You should talk."
"I tour in Afghanistan!"
"You make excuses!"
Trey frowned. "I oughta pop you one."
"You and whose…army."
They broke up laughing, and were still chortling as Liv walked up.
"Here's your drink…er…sir."
"Thank you, darlin'." He gestured toward hers. "That's not soda with lime, is it?"
She shook her blonde head. "No. Gin and tonic. But I'm only having one, so don't think you can get me drunk and take advantage of me."
Trey made his best innocent face. "Never."
Ace snorted and patted Trey on the shoulder, turning to leave. "Have fun, Trey. Nice to meet you, Liv-honey. I'm sure I'll see more of you later." He smirked at his own joke and walked away to be absorbed in the crowd.
Liv looked a little pale.
"Don't mind him. He cracks himself up regularly."
She smiled, though the expression was strained.
Trey reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, then cupped her chin. "I like it when you look at me, sweetheart, but with the other men here, you should drop your eyes. We don’t want them thinkin’ you’re out shoppin’ for a playmate, okay?"
"Okay. Sir."
Trey reached out and took her drink from her, then put it and his own down on a console table nearby. He dipped his head until their lips nearly met. Her breath smelled spicy and clean like the gin in her glass. "I could get used to hearin’ 'sir' from you."
Liv's eyes closed as he pressed his lips against hers. Tentative at first, their kiss was a tender exploration. Trey kept it slow, and though it was something of a public declaration there in the crowded room, he wanted it to feel intimate. They were the only two people in the world at that moment. He found her tongue with his own and coaxed it, teased it, brought her softly to heel. His hands went into her silky hair and held her where he wanted her, up against him from thigh to lips.
They broke in response to a shrill scream from one of the x-frames.
As Liv panted, her eyes wide and startled at the sound, Trey touched a fingertip to her kiss-swollen mouth, wondering if other parts of her were swollen too. He took a step back and confirmed her excitement: her nipples were tenting the front of the shirt she wore. "That's nothin' to be scared about, darlin'. Just someone havin' a good time."
"It sounded like she was hurt."
"Bein' in pain is not the same as bein' harmed. None of us here would harm a woman."
Her face began to clear. "You sound so sure. But the idea is to inflict pain."
"Pain is a sensation. Like my fingers on your nipples is a sensation." He rubbed the nubs as he spoke. "Like that wetness in your pussy is a sensation."
She gasped. "How…how did you know?"
"That you are wet?"
She nodded.
"I can
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