Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
HANNAH
Idrink the third glass of champagne slower than the first two, knowing this will be my last for a while.
One of the things I crave most about having a Dom, whether that be just for play or in life, is the control I hand over.
I’ve never been very good at making decisions, and allowing myself to hand over things like that to someone who wants what is best for me is freeing in a way I’ve never experienced from anything else.
Wetness coats the insides of my thighs, and each moment the men on either side of me are touching me only adds to how desperate I am for release.
I rub my thighs together as subtly as I can manage, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. They each grasp a thigh and pull them apart just far enough that I can’t get any relief.
“I’m sure you know you’re not calling the shots here, sweetheart,” the masked man murmurs between us, the mix of spearmint and whiskey on his breath. “Or are you looking to add to the punishment you’re owed?”
I shake my head slowly, keeping it held high as Asher instructed for tonight. It feels a bit strange to look a new Dom in the eye, but I’m desperate to please them.
“Liar,” Asher says against my ear, sending a shiver of need through my body. “Why don’t we get this punishment out of the way so we can get to the fun part?”
I watch as the stranger drains the glass of champagne Asher poured for him before slipping out of the booth without a word.
When he unfolds himself, I realize he’s nearly as tall as Asher is, and his build is almost as stocky.
Maybe they used to fight together.
The thought cut off before it could form in my mind as Asher shuffles me to the edge of the booth and lifts me to my feet with ease.
There’s something so hot about a man who puts you where he wants you, and every time he does it, I’m struck by how easily he moves me around.
All those years of throwing around fully grown men in the octagon are really paying off.
The stranger wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me against his hard body. His warmth envelops me, and I find myself leaning into it despite my reservations about tonight.
Asher made it seem casual, like this was a one-time thing unless I wanted to see where it could go, but the hold this man has on me feels possessive. It feels like he already thinks I’m his.
Another arm drapes over my shoulder, and again I find myself sandwiched between them.
Asher guides us toward the main club, and I duck my head to keep my gaze from meeting any of the other Doms. The rules may be lax tonight, but there are parts of our world that come naturally to me, and this is one of them.
I notice a sub on her knees beside her Dom in the corner, his hand petting her head gently as they watch a dark-haired woman whipping a man on the St. Andrew’s Cross, each lash dragging a deep groan from his throat.
I can’t see who it is from here, but I can tell he’s enjoying every last hit, just the way I would be if it were me up there.
Asher steers us away from the sight, but it’s all I can think of as we make our way down the long hallway toward the private rooms.
The moment we step through the door, their arms drop from around me, and instead of feeling relieved to have room to breathe, I miss their touch immediately.
I step further into the room to hide my disappointment, my eyes bouncing over every surface.
This is one of the more basic rooms, decorated in the same deep red and black the rest of the club is, but it still has everything we would need—a wall of restraints, a huge four-poster bed, a spanking bench, and a cross just like the one we passed in the club.
My eyes linger for a moment too long, and Asher’s tattooed arms wrap tightly around my waist, tugging me back against him. “Are you craving pain, Hannah?”
I nod quickly, not trusting my voice not to give my lust away. When I first found BDSM, I didn’t think I would be able to handle anything more than a spanking, but I quickly found how freeing it can be, and I’ve come to crave how clear my mind becomes when I slip into subspace.
The stranger walks toward the wall of restraints, eyeing each item before moving to the next. He moves with the confidence of a powerful man, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s why I can’t know his identity yet. Maybe he’s still in the public eye and can’t risk a scandal.
“What are your rules for tonight?” Asher asks.
“Keep my eyes on you both. Check in regularly with how I’m feeling. Don’t come without permission. Do as I’m told, when I’m told, unless I’m scared and need to check in,” I rattle them off without hesitation.
“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to the place where my neck and shoulder meet, and a soft moan escapes my throat. He continues his kisses across my shoulder as his fingers toy with the hem of my dress, dragging it up my body slowly.
We’ve captured the attention of the stranger, and I’m enraptured by the way he watches us. His eyes track every piece of skin Asher uncovers, and I can’t find it in me to feel self-conscious, not when he’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
For the first time since he sat down beside us, I wish there wasn’t a mask between us, that I could see more than just his eyes.
There’s something between us, something I can’t put my finger on, and maybe being able to see his face would help me understand exactly what it is.
As soon as the dress is lifted over my head, cool air brushes over my bare skin, and a shiver racks through my body.
Asher pulls me back against him, his hands moving over my heated skin.
“How about we get you warmed up on the cross?”