After I confirmed to Brynn that I was all in, she pulled the men aside to speak with them privately. The way they’re huddled around her reminds me of a football coach giving instructions to the team at half-time. With every second that passes, I feel myself getting more nervous. What are they talking about? What’s Brynn telling them? The anticipation in my core is steadily ramping up so that by the time the huddle breaks apart, I feel like a hot mess.
Brynn approaches me and whispers in my ear. I feel the hairs on the nape of my neck stand up straight as her melodic voice rings in the air. “I was just telling them your safeword, babe. There’s nothing to worry about. Oh, and I told them that you like to be dominated.”
My cheeks turn pink, “Wha—”
I start to protest, but Brynn interrupts m
