Page 30 of Salute, To Bravery
Jessenia
I play with the bracelet on my wrist as War leaves me standing at the counter with a list of other colors to pick from. I gnaw my lip as I read them over and have to bite down hard to stop from giggling like a schoolgirl at some of them.
“Crazy, right? When I started working here, Darren told me my position was part hostess and part kink sommelier. It’s like a damn menu.”
I laugh at Gizzele, and my anxiety drops by half. “Thanks, it’s really intimidating.” I fan myself with the laminated card and then blow out a breath to make my choices.
Green - voyeurism.
I can get down with watching.
Light Blue - Oral
I check it off because foreplay is important to me.
Black - Everything
Definitely not. At least not the first time.
Pink - Fisting
Hell no.
Purple - Swinger/multi-partner
I think this one over and check it off because I’m not opposed.
Yellow - Water Sports
We aren’t even going to discuss this one, even though I’m not completely certain what it is.
Dark Blue - Impact play
I tap the paper and look around. That could mean so many things in here. There are so many items on the walls and tables, but I never mind a little spanking, so I check it off and pass her the paper without looking at the rest of the options.
“Alright, the lady wants green, light blue, purple, and dark blue. Excellent choices. Oh, hey, War, where did the boss man run off to?” Gizzele smiles behind me, and I turn with the bracelets clutched in my palm.
“He’ll be back. Ready?” His eyes drop to my picks, and he swallows hard.
“Too many?” I whisper sheepishly, and he shakes his head.
“No such thing.” He reaches behind Gizzele and grabs a black one, slipping it over his wrist.
HOLY SHIT.
“Don’t look so surprised, Jess. I have done more than serve my country.” He chuckles, placing his hand on my lower back.
“What would you like to see first?” His thumb is rubbing circles on my spine. I can’t remember how to breathe, let alone speak, at the moment.
So I point in a random direction, not really caring as long as he keeps touching me.
The crowd breaks apart to let us pass without much issue, and I take in all the different activities going on. On my left, the couple on the main stage are finishing up and talking with a few people. They look so comfortable being naked around so many onlookers that it’s crazy to me.
To my right are partitioned booths with heavy-looking curtains.
Some are closed, but others, others are wide open, and there are different things happening in each.
A couple just having dinner, a woman playing with herself as people standing outside watch, two men in an intimate embrace and that one makes me stop.
War glances down at me, and I hold up a finger.
“Did something catch your eye?” He tries to track where I’m looking.
“The two guys in that last booth,” I admit.
“Well, the curtain is open, which means they want watchers. Do you want to get closer?”
I nod, and we move to the edges of the drapes.
War shifts us so we aren’t blocking anyone else’s view and places his hands on my hips. His fingers rub up and down, and I can’t stop the full-body shiver.
His chin hits my shoulder, and I feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispers in my ear. “What are you wearing under this dress?”
Oh my God.
He knows.
Before I can answer, a moan comes from the man pressed up against the wall. His partner has his dick out for all to see and is stroking him slowly.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be pinned between two strong men.” My eyes go wide when I realize I confessed that out loud.
My hand flies up to my mouth in horror.
“Is that something you might want to try?” War’s grasp on my hips has tightened.
He doesn’t sound jealous or even offended, which emboldens me to answer truthfully.
“It’s my biggest fantasy, so yes.” I turn my face towards him, not expecting his face to be so close.
Our lips are millimeters apart. If I licked mine, I’d wet his, and boy, are mine dry right now.
“Jess, is it something you’d be willing to explore tonight?”
I nod, and my bottom lip catches on his top one.
The kiss starts slow and grows wild in seconds. When War finally pulls away, he has a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. He takes my hand and pulls me back towards the front of the club.
I frown, thinking our night here is over, but as soon as we are out in the quiet of the welcome hall, he turns to me and smiles.
“Jess, have I ever told you I have a twin?”
No fucking way.