Her Voyeuristic Tendencies [pt. 1/2]

Signing the membership papers took longer than I expected. There were ten pages alone on anonymity and respecting others' privacy along with legal action that would be taken if the contract agreement was breached. By the time I was finished, the dull ache behind my eyes had morphed full-blown. I handed the papers to Gabe and rubbed my temples, trying to take in everything I'd read.

"I'll need a copy of that," I mumbled, reaching for the cold glass of water that had been set in front of me. The droplets of condensation soaked the palm of my hand as I brought the glass to the center of my forehead.

Gabe nodded. "Of course!" He grabbed my driver's license and the stack of papers with the now-signed contract of membership. "I'll be right back."

When he left the room, Seth kneeled in front of me, taking my free hand in his. "You okay?"

I didn't open my eyes--I didn't think I could. "It hurts to move my head. Ethan, do you still have that migraine medicine in your car?"

"Yes," he said, coming up behind me to take over my one-handed temple rub.

I moaned with relief as some of the tension went away. "I didn't think it would be this serious," I mumbled. "I mean, I guess, when you think about it 'this' should be super serious given what it is. I just--didn't know."

"Subspace is very serious about consent, respect, and privacy. I don't think other clubs do it to this depth, but Kell has witnessed some preventable accidents that caused severe damage to both participating parties. He doesn't want it happening in his club," Gabe said as he walked back in, handing me a copied version of my membership papers... and another small stack following it.

"There's more?"

"No, this is just a list of scenes and toy choices you should go over with Seth and Ethan. What you're willing to try and what you aren't. I'm sure you've heard enough about the scene to know what hard and soft limits are. This is that list that can help you decide," Gabe paused and then rounded the desk in his office, taking a seat. "For the pro-assist, I spoke with Kell about deactivating the security cam. He'll allow it, but you'll only have four people to choose from Avery, Victoria, or Kell."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not you?"

Gabe tapped the desktop and gave a small shrug. "As it turns out, I'm in high demand. Someone else has requested a pro-assist of me. Apparently, Kell had already accepted on my behalf since I decided to work tomorrow anyway but maybe another time." He said it like a statement, but I could hear the curious question still. His raised eyebrow confirmed it.

With a small smile, I shrugged—not giving a yes or no—and asked the question I'd wanted to ask him for a while, "Is there a contract for anything else?"

He shook his head. "Verbal confirmation from here on out, that contract you signed was more for membership status and keeping others anonymity in place along with your own. We have high ranking people in society visit often—celebrities, business owners, even politicians—and they wish for privacy as much as you do."

I nodded.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Loads, but perhaps for another day... right now, I require two Excedrin and a bed."

Gabe chuckled and stood up, walking towards the door. When he opened it, Ethan and Seth went first nodding at him as they exited. I paused in front of him and offered a handshake.

"It was nice meeting you," I said, giving his hand a light squeeze, but when I went to pull away his hand tightened.

"You as well," he said, keeping his firm grip on my hand. "Consider my offer, won't you?"

"Is it done a lot?"

Gabe shut one eye as he thought about it and see-sawed his other hand. "It depends on the couple or participants. Not everyone is in a relationship and those are usually the ones more willing to explore other partners. When a relationship comes into play though, it's a little harder. Some aren't willing to share—"

I licked my bottom lip and inhaled. "You want to do more than watch?"

Gabe tilted his head, eyeing me in his clinical manner—searching for the warning signs he was trained to look for, signs that he'd gone too far. He hadn't, but it was reassuring that even though he wanted to participate with them he wouldn't let those desires cloud his judgment. He was a true professional. "I do, but you're not ready for that."

I wasn't. Not yet, at least. "With me or with all of us?" The question sounded foreign on my lips, but I knew he understood anyway.

"With all of you... do you share well, Cassie?"

My head jerked up at the question, and I only just realized that I'd avoided eye contact with him since I'd asked that last question. "Foster kids are the best at sharing since they don't have much, to begin with. We depend on others' kindness, but once we're given something—something that's truly ours, it's kind of another story."

Gabe gave a tight-lipped smile. "I understand."

"I'm not saying no."

His eyes widened. It was subtle, but I'd caught it. Something told me Gabe wasn't the type to surprise easily either. "You aren't?"

I shook my head. "No, just give me time. If you're still interested when I'm ready—when we're ready..." I trailed off and bowed my head again.

"I assure you, I'll still be interested. I have nothing but patience. Take your time, but something tells me Seth will need more convincing than you or Ethan."

I heaved a sigh and nodded. "Men are such a hassle," I said, trying to sound extremely put-out all the while trying not to giggle at my over dramatics.

"Aren't we though?" Gabe chuckled. He let go of my hand and gave a tiny bow with his head. "It was a pleasure, Cassie. Your ability to look outside the norm with such understanding, when all you want is to be normal in a world that demands it of you, is truly refreshing."

"Well, I can't take all the credit for that."

"Oh? And who would you give credit to?"

I paused to stare at him, not sure if he was making polite conversation or was actually interested. "Too many to count—my teachers, my bosses, an old high school friend, may she rest in peace, Seth, Ethan, especially Ethan."

He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the door frame. "Why especially?"

I knew the answer even before it left my lips. "Ethan has a way about him. For a while, I'd thought it was just because he knew me so well, but it's with everyone he meets. It's probably why, even at such a young age, he's been so successful in business. To be frank, you kind of remind me of him."

Gabe's eyes twinkled like he knew what I was going to say before I said it. "Do I?"

I nodded. "It's like this calming, understanding presence; I guess you'd call it. He knows what's wrong even before I do and he takes care of it."

"You two are going to have a very fulfilling dom/sub relationship."

With one last smile towards Gabe from me, a slap on the back from Ethan, and a fist bump from Seth, we left. By the time we got back to Ethan's apartment, the bedroom, lust-filled eyes Ethan had been shooting me and Seth had all of us hot and bothered. It didn't help that Seth, from the back seat, would alternate between me and Ethan--rubbing our shoulders, kissing our necks, licking the lobe of my ear and biting the lobe of Ethan's.

I walked to the elevator with unsteady legs and the three of us stood there like we hadn't just been in a sex club. Like Seth hadn't spent the last two minutes making me wet and Ethan hard. Ethan's bed was too far away and then I remembered. I was just going to watch tonight.

My knees weakened at the idea and I exhaled slowly, leaning heavily against the elevator wall.

"You okay, Cass?" Seth whispered in my ear. He pushed me forward so that he could stand behind me, replacing the sturdy elevator wall with himself. He wrapped his arms around me, letting my jacket cover his arms and the hand now sliding down my jeans.

I almost fell when he pushed a finger over my panties, right against my clit and started rubbing. I knew there was a security cam in here, so I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and shut my eyes.

Seconds before the elevator door dinged and opened, and milli-seconds before I orgasmed on his massaging fingers, Seth stopped.

"No, Seth--" and the elevator door opened.

"Orgasm denial, remember?"

Did I agree to that? It was impossible to remember with how turned on I was. I could straddle the arm of the couch, shift up, and cum in seconds. Hell, I could probably bump my hand over my clit and come, but I needed just a little more.

"Don't Cassie," Ethan said, pulling my hand and walking me towards his apartment. "Just try it, okay? I swear it'll be worth it."

Mindreader.

On the way to the bedroom, they'd forgotten about me, but their teeth and tongue display was enough to have me not complaining too much. Seth had his hand wrapped around Ethan's lower jaw, holding his face in place as he devoured his mouth as they walked, or rather stumbled, over themselves.

Shirts were thrown over the couch.

Pants in the kitchen.

"Face against the wall," Seth's demanded, his voice scratchy and thick. "We don't have the props, so this will be a big test of your ability to obey. Do you understand?"

Ethan nodded, his body shivering at Seth's demanding tone. I collapsed on the bed myself from the dominating tone in his voice. I'd heard something similar from him before but never like this. This was role-playing at it's finest and Seth was amazing.

Ethan touched his nose to the wall, trembling with anticipation as Seth rummaged around in a drawer while explaining what was going to happen. I shifted up on the bed and laid my head against the pillow, the two of them directly in my line of vision. I resisted the urge to clench my thighs together, figuring I would at least attempt restraint.

"Now that I've told you what I want to do to you, do you agree?" Seth asked.

"Yes," Ethan said, his voice shaking and barely above a whisper.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"He doesn't call you 'master'?" I asked.

Seth threw me a smirk. "Your mind is so dirty, babe."

I shrugged and gave him a saucy wink. "Are you complainin'?"

"Of course not. Anyhow, I don't like being called 'master.' It was and is a hard limit for me."

"Oh. Why?"

Seth cleared his throat. The smirk on his face had left as quickly as it had come. "The idea of owning a human being disgusts me. To me this isn't about slavery, it's about willing submission."

"It's just a word. I'm sure the individuals who do use master are playing a role, but it's still willing submission--I hope."

"I know. It's the meaning behind the word and the stuff I've seen, you know when they don't have a choice. It's just not for me."

I nodded. "I get it."

Seth sighed heavily and glanced down. "Look, I'm deflating here."

Frowning, I glanced down too and then snorted when I realized what he meant. "You idiot. What are you going to do about Seth number 2?"

"Well, let the games begin." He tilted his head as he watched me squirm in excitement. "Are you sure you just want to watch?"

I nodded as desire burned in my groin. I bit my lip as Seth turned back towards Ethan.

"I've changed my mind about your position. Gotta do a little work first... get on your knees."