Zansi watched with rapt thrill and slight horror. Before her, behind two-way glass, was a beautiful blonde woman and a dark-haired man playing out a dominant and submissive bondage scene.

When she had arrived at the club for their regular appointment, Flynn asked her if she was willing to try something new.

The butterflies started immediately but she nodded and let him lead her to a curtained section of one of the chambers.

When he slowly opened the curtain, Zansi took a step back in surprise. She might have been surprised but the overwhelming emotion was a gut punch of sexual arousal so strong she wanted to squeeze her legs together.

Zansi looked at Flynn with curious eyes.

Flynn chuckled and came and stood behind her with his body pressed against hers. She could feel his arousal on her back.

“This is the Exhibitionist Chamber,” he whispered in her ear.

His hot breath sent an urgent need surging through her.

“The participants get as much out of being potentially watched as they do from the actual scene.” Flynn said gently gripping her hips and grinding against her. “Does that interest you, Z?”

Wetness flooded Zansi’s pussy. She had thought about him being inside at every spare moment she’d had that day.

She swallowed. “Um … I don’t think so …”

Flynn ground against her again. “But you like watching,” he purred in her ear.

Zansi couldn’t help the sharp intake of air her body demanded.

“I do …”

She watched as the dark-haired man said something to the blonde and she went to her knees and took him into her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her back, so the man held her head and guided himself into her mouth before he began to fully fuck her mouth.

The dark-haired man let his head fall back in rapture. The woman was blindfolded and there was no sound to the room, but it was clear they were both enjoying themselves.

Zansi felt Flynn slowly slid his hand down her skirt. Her breath caught and his hand stilled.

“There’s no one around at this time of the afternoon, let me touch you. If someone enters the chamber area, I’ll stop,” he said, kissing her neck.

She gave a slight nod.

“Spread your legs for me, Z,” Flynn ordered.

She did as he told her. She felt his big hand slide under her thong. The moment his fingers skated across her sensitive pussy, she gasped and let herself fall back against him.

His finger entered her, and he moaned into her hair. “Jesus Christ, you’re so wet.”

Zansi watched as the man pulled out of the blonde's mouth and tore a condom with his teeth. He slid it on his impressive cock and helped the woman stand. He walked her to what looked like a low gymnastics horse and bent her over it.

In one swift thrust, he was fully seated inside her. Again, the dark-haired man let his head fall back in bliss.

Zansi was close to the edge and Flynn must have known it because he slipped another finger inside her and began to slowly fuck her with his fingers.

He slid his free hand up her silk blouse and inside her bra to gently tug and pull at her hard nipple. Flynn knew exactly what would send her over the edge.

Zansi watched as the man drove into the blonde woman’s pussy mercilessly. But it was when the man used his big hand and slapped the blonde’s ass hard that caused Zansi to explode.

Her body felt like it was shooting electricity from her fingertips. She cried out as Flynn applied more pressure making her see stars.

She tried to be quiet, but she could hear her moans and the shout of his name echoing off the ebony walls of the hallway when she came.

As soon as she was finished coming, Flynn pulled his hands from her skirt and blouse, hit a button on the wall making the curtains close, and took her hand and led her to their chamber.

The door had just closed and locked when Flynn had her against the heavy door kissing her.

His tongue swept into her mouth urgently sending a fresh wave of need through her.

“I want you so fucking bad, Zansi. I’ve been in agony,” he groaned against her mouth.

Flynn pulled her blouse over her head and ground his erection against her skirt-covered core.

He turned her around, so she had to hold onto the door and removed her bra, skirt, and thong. She stood against the door with nothing but her garter, silk stockings, and her black heels.

“You’re so fucking beautiful!” he murmured as he released the pins in her hair.

He loved her hair down when they were in the chamber. Flynn took her hands and spread them wide on the door, so she was bracing herself.

“Spread your legs,” he said against her throat.

She did as he asked and felt him slide down her body. The first swipe of his tongue along her core from behind made her gasp. A flood of wetness dripped from her wanting pussy.

She could hear Flynn cursing and moaning as he began to devour her. The picture in her mind of the couple in the chamber losing control sent her spiraling.

The moment Flynn inserted a finger, Zansi gasped. “Master Flynn, I’m close … I’m going to come …”

Flynn stood and pulled her to the bed and heaved her onto it. He was over her immediately and grasped her leg and raised it with his bicep and drove deep into her.

The feel of his big cock full inside her where she desperately needed him to be, sent her flying into an orgasm stronger than she had ever felt.

Flynn was kissing her, and their eyes were locked onto each other’s. He was like a man possessed as he thrust in and out of her almost violently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Zansi you feel so good. Oh, God, fuck …”

Seconds flew by when she saw a spark of terror in his eyes.

Flynn’s groan sounded gutted.

“Zansi, oh god, you feel so good. Forgot condom … can’t stop … fuck …”

He was thrusting so hard and then suddenly, he rose to his knees and pulled out of her. He used his hand to jack himself until he came with a roar, long ropes of cum landing on her belly.

Zansi had never in her life seen or imagined anything so erotic in her life.

***

Flynn held Zansi close to him for quite a while in silence. His heart was still thundering in his chest. What the fuck had happened? He had never forgotten to put a condom on, ever.

With shaky hands he stroked her hair.

“I’m sorry, Zansi, I didn’t mean to lose control,” he whispered.

She was silent for a moment before she looked up at him.

“I’m not sorry, Flynn. You caught yourself in time. The odds of pregnancy are very low without ejaculation inside of me. Not impossible, but very low. Besides, you losing control makes me feel kind of special.”

Flynn’s heart swelled. She had no idea how special she was to him.

“You are special, Zansi. Just know that I’m clean and I know you’re clean. And if you found yourself pregnant, I would stand by whatever you wished to do.”

Zansi smiled mischievously. “Like give Alice a brother or sister?” she teased.

Flynn froze mid caress of her cheek. “That’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” he said softly.

She swallowed and snuggled back against him. Holding her close was the best part of his week.

“Have you heard from your mother?” he asked.

Zansi had told him how surprised she was to have her mother’s “almost blessing” and that her mother was going to talk to Avi, her brother.

So many times he had wanted to march across the yard and tell her brother how much he was hurting his sister. Maybe even tell him the truth. But he knew that was up to Zansi.

“No, I haven’t heard from her since I told her. I’m guessing Avi is still angry.”

Flynn kissed her hair. “Maybe when this is over, you can go to London and visit her,” he suggested. He would of course pay for the entire trip.

She was quiet for a few moments. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

“Zansi, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” he began. He felt her body stiffen in his arms, but she stayed silent.

“When you get home, there’s going to be a new car waiting for you. And before you tell me to sod off, just hear me out. Your car is old and possibly not reliable. You have Alice with you a good deal of the time. I would feel better if you had a safe, dependable car.”

She pulled away a little and looked up at him and narrowed her eyes.

“Okay, fine, but when we go back to our old lives, I go back to my car. That’s the only way I will agree,” she demanded.

Flynn chuckled. “Fair enough. I will have your car stored.”

Zansi beamed up at him, thinking she had won a round. Little did she know, the car was in her name and her old car was sold for parts. There was no reason to pick that fight right this moment.

She looked serious and snuggled back against him.

“Flynn, there’s something I wanted to tell you," she began. “My secretary, Tara, told me that the social worker, Ms. Boltstead, was asking questions at my work yesterday. She met with the partners of my pediatric clinic.”

Flynn’s blood began to boil. That fucking bitch was crossing the line. It was one thing to fuck with him, but Zansi was off limits.

She must have sensed his rising temper because she put her hand on his chest gently.

“Flynn, it’s fine. I don’t mind her talking to my coworkers. I’m sure it’s not personal. It’s just part of her job. I understand. I just wanted you to know.”

Flynn cupped her cheek so she would look at him. He lowered his head and kissed her tenderly.

“Thank you for telling, Zansi. I promise I will protect you from any fallout that may occur involving the adoption. My lawyer is trying to get a hearing scheduled with the probate court. We just have to put up with the rotten bitch for a little while longer,” he said, kissing her softly.

Zansi looked up at him and smiled sadly. “Yeah, I’m sure everything is going to work out.”

***

The new Volvo wagon drove like a dream. Zansi had never had a new car before which made her terrified of putting a scratch on it.

She wheeled into the park and dug out the stroller and bag full of baby accoutrements. As she picked Alice up, a huge smile beamed from the angelic face. Oh, how she loved this baby!

Every night Zansi rocked the baby for her midnight feeding and softly told her about her amazing uncle that would be her dad. She told her how much she loved her and that she would miss her terribly when she had to leave.

But Zansi promised baby Alice that she would always try to be involved in her life.

“Well look at you,” a voice said behind her.

Zansi smiled and turned. “Simone! Have you been waiting long?”

Simone smiled and handed Zansi her coffee.

“No, the wait actually gave me time to set something up at the club for later,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes.

Zansi laughed. “Oh, well you’re welcome.”

Simone took a sip of her coffee and scooched down to look at the baby.

“Wow, I know they say all babies are beautiful, but this baby is beautiful.”

Zansi felt herself swell with pride even though she had nothing whatsoever to do with Alice’s looks.

“Oh, Simone, she is but she is also the sweetest baby in the history of babies. And I’m somewhat of an expert in baby temperaments!”

Simone laughed and they began to stroll leisurely around the park.

“You look really happy, Zansi,” Simone said softly.

Zansi sighed deeply. “I am happy. Happier than I ever thought possible.”

“And the club? Are you still liking that?”

Zansi blushed deeply. “Yes. Even though our schedules are like two ships that pass in the night, we manage to make time for the chamber.”

Simone barked out a laugh. “Good girl!”

Zansi stopped the stroller and sat down on a bench. “Are you still seeing the same Master?”

Her friend tucked her silky red hair behind her ear and looked mischievous. “I am but recently I tried something new, MFM.”

Zansi must have looked confused, so Simone giggled.

“MFM is two men and one woman. So, I have two masters with me in the chamber. It was the most intense experience of my life. I’m doing it again tonight. I’ve had a shit week. I lost someone on the table yesterday.”

“Oh, Simone, I’m so sorry!”

Simone smiled wanly and shrugged. “I did everything I could to save the man’s life. For the past two years I warned him of his lifestyle choices, smoking, awful eating habits, etc. I’ve inserted multiple stents in his arteries to help the blood flow, but he refused to make the changes needed to save his life. He had another heart attack yesterday and I just couldn’t save him. His heart just gave out.”

Zansi picked the baby up and handed her to Simone.

“So tonight will be a needed stress reliever for you,” Zansi stated.

Simone held Alice in front of her and tried to make her smile.

“Yes. Although it’s different for me. When I’m in the chamber, I’m a submissive. I need to just hand over control for a few hours to the masters. It’s what I crave and need. You, on the other hand, have the need and fantasy of a strong male master who is commanding but not dominant over you. You like equal control. Tell me, have you put Flynn in bondage, yet?”

Alice was smiling and cooing at Simone. Zansi was looking at Simone like she had two heads.

“No, can I do that?” she asked

Simone laughed. “Zansi, the chamber is all about you. Whatever you want or desire is what dictates what goes on in the chamber. You should try it and while you're at it, think about MFM. If you think you’re treated like a queen now in the chamber, wait until you have two masters with no other agenda but to pleasure you.”

Zansi’s mind was racing a million miles a minute. The thought of putting Flynn in bondage had her breathing ragged and her heart racing.

“Yeah, I definitely will,” Zansi said distractedly.

“Zansi, marriage and motherhood suit you well. I can’t tell you how happy I am for you.”

Later that afternoon, as Zansi drove to the club for an appointment in the chamber, her mind was heavy. She had wanted to ask Simone if she knew if Flynn had been in the chamber with other women since they were married.

There was no easy way to ask that. For one, the club was his job, including being a master. Was it ridiculous for her to wonder about that? Would it be an absolute that he was still working as usual?

Her heart was terrified that the answer was yes, Flynn was still a master and involved with members of the club every night. Her mind set up every imaginable scenario of him with other women. Some nights she woke up in a cold sweat after dreaming about him in the bondage chamber with a stranger.

And to be fair to Flynn, he never said he wouldn’t be working during their time together. She also had to remind herself daily that this wasn’t a real marriage. As soon as the ink was dry on the adoption paperwork, she was leaving.

Her heart broke but her temper also flared. She was angry at herself for setting herself up for heartache and loneliness.

Getting out of the car and entering the club, she brought that anger with her as she marched towards the Bondage Chamber.

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