Without hesitation, I hitch up my skirt and go to roll down the thong. Problem is, my garter is in the way. Dax tsks but gets down on his knees and it’s such a beautiful sight. He smiles at the skull clasps, but undoes them, releasing the cord that tethers the stockings to the garter. His tattooed fingers slowly glide along the pebbled flesh of my thigh as he tenderly rolls my thong the rest of the way down my legs. He places one small kiss on the Hecate tattoo on my upper thigh before rising to his full height and pocketing the panties.

If I wasn’t already wet before, I am now.

“On the bench, little witch.” I eye the piece of furniture and think about the best way to get on. Dax smirks and taps one of the lower sections designated for my legs. “Legs first, pet.”

I place a knee on the first padded section. The leather is cool against my skin. Before raising my next leg. I look over at Dax for approval as his hand pushes gently at my back, making my chest press firmly on to the large centerpiece of the bench. “Forearms here,” he says, taking my arms and putting them on the two last pieces. My face is flat against the cool leather as I look to my left, where two couples have sat down to watch the show. “Color?”

“Green,” I reply, and his hand slides down my spine.

“So sexy like this, pet. Ready and waiting for me to spank your sweet ass and make you come, is that right?”

“Yes, daddy,” I say and I watch the reaper grab his cock from the outside of his pants as he watches. It’s the same man I watched earlier. Now that I get a closer look at his wrist, it’s solid red. The woman he was playing with earlier isn’t the only person he’s willing to interact with, and it seems like he’s enjoying watching my and Dax’s show just as much as we watched him earlier.

“Such a good girl for me, but I think you need a reminder to follow the rules. Is that what you need, Blair? You need me to spank you and show you who is in charge of you?”

“Please.”

“So sweet when you ask nicely.” His fingertips glide down my spine and the anticipation looms over me. He leans in so only I can hear. “Use your safe word if it’s too much. Just my hand tonight.” I nod in agreement as his palm reaches under my skirt, flipping it up and baring my ass to the room. It’s not embarrassment that heats my cheeks, it’s desire. The want I see in the eyes of those watching, viewing what they can’t have. Knowing that Dax wants this as badly as I do only adds to the anticipation and want.