Chapter 6 #2
“Don’t worry. Looking at you already proved I can get it up.”
Does he mean when he was around me yesterday? Or does he mean right now?
“Bambi, I can practically see the wheels turning in your head.” He presses his dick against my pussy. “I wasn’t like this until I spotted you. I knew it was you even before our eyes met.”
“How?”
“I stretched your body across my lap this afternoon. I pressed my back against your front and wrapped around your back yesterday. I won’t soon forget how you feel.”
We stare at each other, neither saying anything.
I don’t know what to say, and he’s enjoying my discomfort.
I sweep my gaze around the room as he continues to watch me.
I see both guys I was looking for. It shocks me that I don’t want either of them now that Tommy’s standing in front of me. He squeezes my ass again.
“Look all you want, little girl. The only man touching you tonight is me.”
“Are you going to take me home?”
“Is that an invitation to spend the night?”
My mouth hangs open before it snaps shut.
Is he mocking me? He was earlier, but I don’t know if he was serious about that.
Already knowing many of his expressions, I suspect he cocks an eyebrow behind his mask.
I think he might’ve already. I raise my chin and try to look down my nose at a man who’s taller than me.
I’ve done it plenty of times in the past, but I feel ridiculous now.
Tommy confuses me, and I don’t like it. I don’t enjoy not feeling in control of conversations.
Last night, his control kept me alive. Now, it makes me want to fidget.
His stare is so intense it draws my gaze back to him.
When we look at each other, it feels like I’m drowning in pools of dark chocolate.
His mouth twitches before he leans to whisper in my ear like he did that woman.
“I’ll take you home, but not yet. You’re here to play, and so am I. Do you consent?”
“Yes.”
I blurt the word before I realize what I’m agreeing to.
He said play, not fuck. Are those the same to him?
My future nephew shouldn’t see me in lingerie.
It’s a death sentence for both of us if anyone found out he touched me, let alone scened with me.
But when his hand slides up to my lower back, and he turns away from me, I follow him.
I step away from the bar, and he wraps his arm around my waist.
“Katie.”
Fuck.
Tommy stiffens as the guy from my past approaches. He sizes up Tommy and smiles.
“I thought you were done here. You said you were moving.”
“I am. I had time for another evening, so I stopped by.”
Tommy knows I use a fake name, but I don’t know how to introduce him. I miss the moment because Tommy tries to steer us around Jake, but the guy doesn’t move.
“Is this your first time together?”
Tommy turns to look at the poor guy who just now realizes he shouldn’t have approached another Dom to speak to his sub without the Dom’s permission.
“I don’t share.”
From Jake’s expression, I know he didn’t expect Tommy to guess what he was getting at.
“Katie likes it.”
I want to melt through the floor. That’s way more information than Tommy needed. This is already bad enough without him discovering I like threesomes along with my BDSM.
“She might like it, but she doesn’t need it tonight.”
I’m about to say something when Tommy looks at me. His gaze pins me in place. He is a Dom through and through. I don’t have permission to speak, and certainly not to another Dom.
“Katie and I have history. She’s the perfect sub for everything, but she’s amazing in a threesome. You’d enjoy it.”
I cringe, and Tommy senses it. His attention flies back to me, his glower intended for Jake disappears. He pulls me tighter against his side, his other arm pressing my face to his chest. I want to melt into the floor.
“You’re making my sub uncomfortable. No means no. Find someone else. Come near us again, and I’ll report you. Believe me, you don’t want that.”
“Are you threatening me? You don’t even belong here.”
“I belong wherever the hell I go. Move before I have you removed.”
My arms fly around his waist when he lifts one hand from me. I don’t want him to let go. I’m beyond mortified. It terrifies me that, despite his claims, discovering a thing I’m into is a turnoff.
“Wait. You don’t need to get one of the Dungeon Masters over here. I’ll find someone else.”
Tommy must have let go, so he could signal a DM. Jake violated one of the cardinal rules. You don’t interrupt a scene, and you don’t impose upon another couple if they don’t want your attention.
The hand at my waist slips down until he can slide his hand beneath my teddy’s thong. He cups my ass, making an explicit statement that I belong to him. He taps his fingers on the underside of my ass, and I turn away from Jake. He guides me to the chain station.
“Let me be clear right now, bambi. If you’re taking two dicks in one night, it’s mine and a dildo. I won’t share you.”
I swallow because there’s something about his tone that means more than just here tonight. His ring finger and pinky drift between my cheeks as his hand strokes my ass.
“I will never watch another man fuck you, bambi.” He fists my hair. “Tell me no right now. If you don’t, you agree to everything I say.”
“I’m not into a total power exchange.”
His lips twitch. Did I read way more into this? Fuck. I did. He meant just tonight. I thought—I’m a fucking idiot. I got carried away. I thought he meant TPE, which would demand my obedience not only here tonight but everywhere after this at all times.
“Let’s see how you feel after tonight, little girl.”
“To—”
“Are you asking for a punishment before we get started?”
“No, Sir. I wasn’t thinking.”
Fuck. I nearly said his name.
“You’re thinking about plenty, but you weren’t paying attention. You won’t make that mistake twice.” He grasps my chin and pins it in place. “Unless you want more punishments. Are you going to be a naughty sub? One who demands her master’s attention?”
I’m so confused. His words could just mean tonight, but his tone and expression make me think he means more than what happens here. That’s impossible.
He pinches my chin and lifts until it hurts.
He lets go, but only to wrap his hand around my throat.
It wouldn’t take much for him to strangle me rather than just choke me during breath play.
His hand is heavy and massive. I’ve never felt so tiny compared to a man as I do right now.
He increases the pressure, watching me intently for any signs of distress.
Choking isn’t usually my thing, but it is now.
I avert my gaze, bringing my arms behind my back and crossing my wrists. He eases his hold.
“Did the questions confuse you?”
“No, Master.”
“Then answer.”
“I did, Sir. My answer is no to all three questions.”
“Pity. If you don’t want my attention, then—”
“Sir!”
I can’t see it, but I’m certain this time that he cocks an eyebrow. I’ve already gotten to know some of his moods and expressions. I’m certain his left brow rose behind his mask.
“Yes?”
“I’ll behave. I still want your attention, Sir.”
He kisses along my neck from my collarbone up to just behind my ear.
He nips at my lobe before kissing my jaw.
The hand that was on my throat trails down my body, taking a moment to cup my breast, massaging it then toying with my nipple until it’s hard.
His fingers creep between my legs when his palm gets to my pussy.
He rubs the outside three times before gathering the teddy’s material and sawing it back and forth against my clit. I moan.
“Good, bambi.”
His compliment—just one word of acknowledgment and the pet name—threatens to set me ablaze.
I’m desperate to know what else I can do to gain his approval.
He unsnaps the crotch and toys with my clit.
I’m so fucking wet it’s embarrassing. I’ve already lowered my gaze, so I can’t see his expression. I’m certain he’s gloating.
I’m unprepared for him to yank his hand away. I nearly lose my balance as my body intuitively follows his fingers. He steadies me before placing his palm on my lower back and nudging me toward the chains.
“What’s your safe word?”
A strong feeling of revulsion sweeps over me. I don’t want to use any word I’ve used before. I want it to be Tommy’s and only his.
“Guinness.”
His nostrils flare. He fists my hair once again, tugging until I bend backward.
“No.”
He shifts, and I’m unprepared for the hand that smacks my right breast.
“Fuck.”
“Is that a request, bambi? I’m certain I didn’t hear please, and I’m certain you’re not suggesting something so misleading for your safe word.”
“No, Sir. I wasn’t prepared. How about whiskey?”
“You’re playing with fire, little one.”
I glance around before I uncross my wrists and lean toward him.
“Time out for a moment, Sir.”
“What is it, Katie?”
He remembered.
“I know you think I’m being facetious, but I’m not. I want a word I’ve never used before. Something that’s just between us. What happened last night—I shared that with no one but you. It was pretty fucking memorable, even if it was in the worst way.”
I lean back and cross my wrists again, looking down at the floor. He kisses my forehead, and I’d love nothing more than for him to kiss my lips.
“Guinness it is, bambi. Do you have any hard limits?”
“Nothing that leaves marks my summer clothes can’t hide.”
“About that. Those shorts you wore today weren’t very modest.”
My eyes widen. “They were fine until you hauled me over your lap. They rode up.”
“They did, and it gave me a sweet view of the hottest ass I’ve ever seen. A view anyone would have if you bent over. A view that belongs to no one but me now, bambi.”