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“Look here.” Jane pointed to the portrait, particularly at Becca’s barely-there side-boob. “Can see a wee bit of your nipple there. Very exciting. This will fetch a fair price when we are all dead and future lesbians ask,‘How can we get a piece of that in our house?’”
“Maybe I have a future as a model. I mean, if I can look that good next to a crowned beauty queen…”
“Yes, our Cait is gorgeous. Make sure you tell her. She’s very sensitive about that.”
Becca knew. While Caitlyn had moved on from the pageant, she still had bouts of insecurities about her weight and aging. Even after changing doctors to someone who was more delicate about addressing health issues, like Caitlyn’sslightlyhigh bloodpressure that appeared at her most recent appointment, she took it as a sign that all of her self-doubts were true.Jane can only cover her in kisses so much and I can only sing her praises while getting rammed beneath her so much…
Jane snapped her fingers before Becca’s face. “Earth to Rebecca. What naughty thing are you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“You filthy liar.”
“Guess I better get in the bathroom then.” Becca wandered into the next room, where Caitlyn stood in the shower, inspecting the contractor’s work. “Someone’s already beat me to it.”
The tour included every corner of the bathroom, followed by reconvening in the hallway where Jane showed them the office. The carpentry was finished, but she was moving all of her furniture from the flat and thus there wasn’t anywhere to sit, let alone work.
“You? Work?” Caitlyn said. “I do more in an office than you.”
“Come on, Cait, I need a room to entertain clients and business friends. Now that we have our proper piece of property, I can do bits like that. Did not really care for having people up in the flat unless it was for relaxing.”
Becca admired the view from the window again. “I could see myself spending some time in here just because.”
“How about I show you somewhere else you can spend some time?”
That was their cue to step across the hallway. Becca knew there had been another small room here, according to the floor plans, but wasn’t sure what her partners planned on doing with it. Until now, she had assumed it would be some kind of receiving room or extra storage facility, but when Jane opened the door?
“Oh, my God.” Caitlyn stepped inside, full of disbelief. “Lin!”
Becca squeezed in, hand brushing against her mouth as she gasped.
“Lovely, innit?” Jane didn’t bother turning on the overhead light as she closed half the blinds and took in their reactions. “I worked with the same crew that the likes of the Warrens and the Monroes use for their business and pleasure. And God knows how many other deviants around here. They get a lot of work. Which means they had plenty of silly ideas for me to implement in here as soon as they saw the space.”
“Jane…” Caitlyn stood in the middle of the room, still flummoxed. “This is a dungeon.”
“Yes, love. Our private hideaway for certain kinds of adult fun. Isn’t it lovely?” Her face popped out in front of Caitlyn. “What do you think, Becca? Fancy the swing there?”
Becca hadn’t even noticed the sex swing hanging in the corner. “Wow,” she said. “Could get some easy access in that thing.”
Caitlyn approached the wall with what looked like a sliding barn door. Sure enough, she tugged on a handle, and the door slid aside to reveal more deviancy.
“A cross?” She turned to Jane, who was loving every second of this. “You installed a St. Andrew’s cross in our new home?”
“Becca loves the cross. First thing she always wants to go see in the club.”
“It’s true,” Becca said. “I like watching people get strung up on the cross.”
“Do you? When were you going to tell me this?” Caitlyn asked.
“Guess it never came up when we were out.”
“We’re up on six years now,” Caitlyn said to both of her partners. “Six years with the three of us together, and I’m now learning that Rebecca wants to get fucked on a cross.”
“I mean, I don’t have to befucked…”
“Cait, Cait.” Jane took her wife by the hand and pulled her back into the center of the cozy dungeon. “I have something withyouin mind over here.”
“Oh, do you?”
