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Maggie took Terry’s hand. She didn’t want to be on display but she knew what that raised eyebrow meant. He was her Dom, her Sir and she had to obey or be punished. She shivered. His punishments were divine, but it’d be embarrassing for him if his Sub didn’t obey. She slid off the bar stool.
Terry dropped her hand and took a step back, his dark gaze roaming over her and making her skin tingle.
“Lovely.” Richard’s bluish-gray eyes were more blue than gray as they wandered up and down her body.
“Turn around. Slowly,” said Terry.
Her breathing increased as more men and some women stared openly at her. A few of the guys came closer, their eyes raking over her. She didn’t like being the center of attention so she had no idea why the throbbing between her legs had increased to a steady hum. She turned, slowly, as commanded.
“Stop,” said Terry when she faced away from him.
A hand caressed her ass and she jumped, twisting around. It’d better be Terry’s hand.
“Did I tell you to move?” His voice was firm, no teasing. He was in full Dom mode.
“No, Sir.” She shifted so she was once again facing the open floor of the Club.
The hand came back, skimming over her butt. The touch was light at first, almost ticklish but it grew heavier, running up and down her ass making her short dress shift, rising and falling with the caress. His long, strong fingers cupped her bottom and she stiffened at his slight squeeze. It was Terry. It had to be. He wouldn’t let Richard or someone else touch her ass, would he? The fingers drifted lower, teasing along where her thighs met her butt before sliding between her cheeks.
“Beautiful,” said Richard. “May I?”
The hand on her ass stilled, fingers still tucked between her flesh, so close to her pussy. Terry leaned closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. “This is your last warning, Maggie. Do you want to stay here or go home? If we stay, you do everything I say. Everything. Understand?”
Her heart almost beat from her chest. She wasn’t sure about this. Would he let another man touch her? Have sex with her?
“Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Words. I need to hear your words.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” She swallowed, her throat dry and tight.
His hand slid away from her pussy and caressed the underside of her ass. His fingers skimmed along the hem, teasing the line of skin on her thigh, as his erection pressed against her hip. “Decision time, rabbit. Stay or go.”
This was it. This was when she proved to him that she truly trusted him. “Stay, Sir.”
“Good.” He kissed her ear and stepped away from her. “Turn around.”
She did. Richard and two other men she didn’t know stood near Terry.
“On your knees.” Terry’s dark eyes locked with hers.
“Ah...” She loved giving him blow jobs but here, in front of everyone?
Terry grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. “You either trust me or you don’t. Which is it? Decide now because you’re starting to piss me off and if that happens we go home.”
“Uh...” She searched his dark brown eyes. This was the man who’d helped her, saved her and had done nothing but cherish her, body and soul. Yes, he’d coaxed her do things that’d made her uncomfortable at first, but once she’d let her body decide what was right and what was wrong, she’d loved all of it—every dirty, kinky thing they’d done. She took a deep breath. “I trust you.”
His eyes darkened to almost black as he cupped her neck in his large hand, tipping her head for his kiss. His mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding, almost desperate. She opened, leaning against him and relishing the delicious power he held over her. The power she allowed him to have. She grabbed his shirt, clinging to him, loving his taste and the way he dominated every cell of her body. She pressed against his erection, wanting him closer, no longer caring where they were or who was watching. All that mattered was him.
He broke the kiss, his hand cradling her head. “Kneel.” His voice was thicker and darker, heavy with desire.
“I’d have punished her,” said one of the men who stood near Richard.
She glanced at him. He was younger than Terry, in his late twenties or thirties. He had auburn hair and blue eyes. He was handsome but the derision in his gaze made her want to wrap herself in a blanket and run out the door.
“Look at me. Not them. I’m your Dom. I’m all that matters in your world.”
He was right. Tonight was for him and what he wanted. He knew her, knew what kind of person she was. He’d never ask her to do anything she wouldn’t enjoy. Her eyes held his as she put her hand on his chest. She knelt, letting her fingers skim downward, across his abdomen and over his leg, barely missing the large bulge in his pants. He’d be hot and hard, eager for her mouth. Her tongue darted across her lower lip. He inhaled sharply and she looked up at him, waiting for his command.
He pulled a box from his jacket pocket and handed it to her.
“Thank you.” That was not at all what she’d expected. “What is it, Sir?” The box was long and dark with a label she didn’t recognize.
“Open it.”
She lifted the lid. A brown leather collar lay on a bed of red silk. Two strands of woven white and yellow gold circled it, each clipping to a gold heart-shaped O-ring. She’d never imagined a collar could be this lovely. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Sir.”
“I had the inside padded and lined with silk.” He ran his finger down the length of her throat. “The only pain I want you to feel will be intentional.”
Her mouth went dry and she shivered at the promise. Before Terry, she’d never imagined pain could intensify her pleasure.
“May I?” He held out his hand and she placed her gift in his palm. He removed the choker, tossing the box on the bar and stepped behind her. “Raise your ponytail.”
She did, conscious of the way her breasts pressed against her dress when she lifted her arms. The other men stared openly at her chest, their gazes dark and hooded with desire. She wanted to drop her arms and cover herself but a tiny part of her yearned to unzip her dress and let them get a good look at what they really wanted to see.
The metal on the back of the choker chilled her skin, contrasting with the warmth of his body and the heat when his finger brushed against her flesh. He stepped back, the collar tight but not uncomfortable. He walked around to her front and she started to lower her arms. His brow raised in warning, so she stopped, staying as she was for his pleasure.
“Now, everyone knows you belong to me.” He teased his finger along the front of the collar and then down her neck, curling through the heart-shaped ring. He tugged and she leaned forward, at his mercy. “You look per...almost perfect.” He plucked at the cloth covering her cleavage. “What’s this?”
“White lace, Sir.” She was going to get it for that comment.
“Still have a smart mouth, do you?” His lips turned up in a quirk.
“I’d punish my Sub for that,” said that same snide man.
“That’s why you have shitty subs,” said Terry.
“They’re not shi—”
“He’s got you there, Bruce.” Richard laughed. “You squash every spark of personality from your partners until all you have left is a breathing-blowup doll.”
“That’s not true.” Bruce’s tone was petulant.
“Yeah, it is,” said the other guy. He was about the same age as Bruce but blonde and looked like a sexy surfer. “But if you pay attention, you might learn something tonight.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” Terry smiled down at her. “Lessons start now.”