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Terry smiled slightly as Maggie tugged her skirt down in a futile attempt to cover herself. She’d be naked soon, so there was no point in trying to hide her underwear. He grabbed the glass from the floor and handed it to her. “Here.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She took the glass but didn’t drink. Instead she stared into the dark liquid, frowning.
“Did you want to say something?” He skimmed his hand down her cheek. He’d be amazed at her softness until the day he took his last breath.
Her eyes darted to the men as they filled their glasses and sat on the chairs near the door.
“Yes?” he prodded.
“Ah...Sir. Terry.” She grabbed his arm and tugged.
He allowed her to lead him across the room to the cabinet. “Did you want to pick out a toy? It’s a bit unconventional in the Dom/Sub relationship, but I’m not opposed to trying new things.”
“No,” she snapped.
“Temper.” He hooked his finger in the ring on her collar and tugged until their eyes met. “Trust me.”
“I do.”
He raised his brow.
She blinked and his chest constricted at the tears in her big, hazel eyes. He took her drink and put it on a shelf in the cabinet before pulling her to him. She rested her head on his chest.
“It’s okay, rabbit. We can stop.”
“Really?” She looked up at him. “You’re not angry?”
“No.” He kissed her, letting his lips linger on hers for a long second. “It has to be good for both of us or it won’t work.” He kissed her forehead. “I think you’ll enjoy this, but if you’re not ready, that’s fine.”
“You think I’ll like them watching us?” She glanced around him at the other men. “Looking at me while we...”
He leaned to the side, blocking her view and her gaze went back to him where it belonged. “Yes. I do. I believe you’ll enjoy seeing the desire on their faces when they look at you.” His hands skimmed up and down her back, unable to not touch the treasure in his arms. “So lush. So ripe. So fucking hot.”
“But...I’m...”
He grabbed her chin, stopping her words. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, but don’t...do not say anything derogatory about yourself. Not now. Not tonight.” If she mentioned her weight, he’d lose it. He’d been hard and ready to play all day. Their short interlude in the empty office had barely quenched his need. The idea of spending the entire weekend with her at the Club was enough to keep him hot and horny. When he’d seen her dressed in her “fuck-me-now” outfit coupled with her innocent disobedience he’d burned to sink into the scene and punish her. To show her how much pleasure he could bring her...bring them. If she ruined it—not because she didn’t want this, or wasn’t ready but— because she thought she was too heavy, his temper would blow and that’d be the end of their games. “Tonight.” He kissed her. “I want you to see yourself as I do.” He cupped her ass, pulling her against his erection. “Trust me, I don’t think you’re anything but beautiful.” He glanced over his shoulder. “And they see the same thing I do.”
The other men watched them. Bruce frowned, petulant as always. The kid had better change his attitude, or he’d be out of the Club. Ethan didn’t deal well with spoiled, rich bastards who danced a fine line between rough and brutal. Dale sipped his drink, looking a bit perplexed but patient and Richard was amused. As an experienced Dom, he understood the patience required to properly train a new Sub.
“I...don’t know.” She stared at them, her brow wrinkled with concern.
“Let me prove it.” He ducked his head until he caught her gaze. “Give me a chance. If you don’t like something we do, you always have your safeword.” He prayed she wouldn’t use it.
“I know, but I’m still not sure.” She studied him. “Why do you want them to watch us? See me?”
“Because it’s fucking hot.” He grabbed the heart on her collar and pulled her up on her tiptoes until her lips were only a breath from his. “They’ll be hard and hot for you. Wanting you. Wanting your mouth on their cocks. Wanting to suck your breasts and bite your nipples. Needing to sink their dicks into your wet pussy and knowing they’ll never be allowed because you’re mine. Only I touch you.” His lips landed on hers, unable to wait another moment. He had to have some of her, just a taste for now, but something. She moaned as his tongue plunged into her mouth, his hands hard on her ass, holding her against him as desire roared through his veins.