What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [59]
The room was specially designed to make visitors feel they’d gone underground—even though that would be impossible on a small island. Jenna would soon be entering a building on the ground floor, following her instructions toward a set of dark, winding stairs that led downward—but the structure had been built on a slope, and the entrance just happened to be on a higher piece of land than most of the island.
Throughout the room, facilitators stood chatting, ready to take their places when she arrived. For tonight in particular, he’d chosen people who fit everything he knew about what appealed to her on both a conscious and a subconscious level. And while he’d told her it was possible other guests could show up in her fantasies, mostly, Jenna would encounter only trained facilitators—given her trepidations, he couldn’t risk including someone he didn’t know. Especially tonight.
Now he had to hope he had it all just right.
He sighed, thinking ahead to the evening. If it went well, he would enjoy it tremendously, as he had the previous fantasies he’d created for her—but even if she didn’t use the safeword at any point, she still might be angry with him when this was over. So be it. Going soft on her wouldn’t give her what she needed now.
So tonight, everything coming her way would be very hard.
Trust me, sunshine. Be a good little submissive and trust me.
Jenna walked the distance from her room slowly. Despite feeling weirdly on display—black coat or not, it was pretty easy to tell she was on her way to a fantasy—she didn’t want to twist an ankle in the high boots. Thankfully, it was dark and she didn’t encounter anyone along the path, and by the time she reached the stairway with a downward-pointing sign that said DUNGEON, she thought she’d mastered the boots.
The fact was, after checking herself out in the mirror, she’d felt like a sex queen. A dominatrix. A woman far bolder—sexually—than she could ever be. If the ensemble had come with panties, she was sure they’d be soaked by now, especially when she added her ongoing arousal from the nipple rings and other less obvious stimuli from the last day and a half. So she was very ready for sex.
She was just scared to death about what she’d find at the bottom of these stairs.
Please let it be only Brent. More slave play she could handle, even though it would obviously be darker than last night’s. Domination, submission—she thought she could handle that, too—so long as Brent was the only other person involved. And maybe he was intuitive enough to realize that. God knew he’d been intuitive enough about her so far.
She still couldn’t believe she was starting out the evening pantyless, though—that her cunt was completely bare beneath the coat, without even the sheer covering her harem skirt had provided. The corset itself extended to her hips, but not beyond—and the boning made her feel very bound already. Which was the idea, she supposed. As she’d suspected, the leather cups for her breasts were small, just barely covering her nipples, and the corset shoved her breasts high, making them look plump and sexy.
Yet, of everything she wore, as weird as all of it felt, the most unsettling accessories were the collar and wrist cuffs. They weren’t uncomfortable, but in her mind, they lifted the kinkiness of the outfit to a whole different level. Even so, she’d tried—for Brent, and for herself—to embrace this as much as possible, even applying exaggerated eyeliner in some attempt to look a little more daring than usual.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, she encountered a heavy wooden door. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and stepped inside.
But this clearly wasn’t the dungeon—this was some sort of entryway to the dungeon, just like she’d gone through for her other fantasies. Although she’d dressed in her room, she could see the same clothing hooks and closets she’d encountered en route to the schoolroom and harem room.
Just then, the door on the opposite wall of the small space opened and in stepped a beautiful . . . porn star. That’s