Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“Other clubs I’ve been to, it’s been fine to go barefoot, and they didn’t say anything when I came in. But, yeah, these floors are freezing, huh?”
And likely not that clean. At least not in this part of the club. Downstairs where the serious play went on, the place was kept spotless.
Up here was more for mingling. Not that some public play didn’t go on. Over in the corner of the room, he’d spotted a Domme pressed up against a wall with her legs spread. A male sub was on his knees with his head between her legs, eating her out.
There was another sub kneeling in a cage hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. She’d likely been put there as punishment by her Dom as she was completely naked except for a pair of cat ears and the cat tail anal plug. There was a thin, tall man standing to the side as people reached into the cage to pet the kitty. Which often involved stroking her skin and playing with her nipples.
“Do you think she’s all right?” the woman whispered. “That she wants this? She’s not embarrassed?”
He glanced down at her and then realized that he still had a hold of her arm. He let go of her quickly, but he didn’t make an excuse and leave.
Instead, he glanced back at the kitty assessingly. Was she being coerced? If it was a punishment, she would understandably look upset. But was her Dom pressuring her into this? Ignoring her cues that this was too much?
If she was saying her safeword, a monitor or someone around them would notice. There were two monitors that he could see. They always wore red shirts as an extra reminder that Red was the club safeword.
She didn’t look unduly upset. Perhaps a bit embarrassed. But that was to be expected.
She snuck a glance at her Dom, and he walked over immediately, saying something that sent everyone stepping back. The man reached in and ran his hand over the sub’s hair which was tied back in a French braid. Then he put his hand against her cheek, and she nuzzled into him.
“Never mind,” the woman standing in front of him said in a high-pitched voice. “I can see that she’s enjoying herself. Excuse me. I’m sorry I banged into you. Again, total klutz.”
“Wait,” he barked out.
She froze. Shit. He probably shouldn’t have done that. He was supposed to be on his way out.
Not engaging with a skittish, obviously new even though she’d claimed to have gone to clubs before, sub.
Even if she was gorgeous.
“Yes?” she asked as she turned, her gaze on his.
He sighed.
She was going to get herself into so much trouble here on our own. Yes, this club was one of the safest he’d ever been a member of. But that didn’t mean that something couldn’t happen. Someone might try to convince her to go home with them tonight . . . and she might go with them. She might have lied on the information questionnaire she’d filled in and find herself in a scene she wasn’t fully prepared for.
And who knew if she would actually safeword.
Urgh, nope. He couldn’t do it.
“I thought you said you’d been to clubs before. Where you went barefoot.”
He still didn’t like that.
Bare feet in a scene, fine.
Bare feet in a crowded bar, not fine.
Someone bumped against her, and she fell into him once more.
This wasn’t working. They needed to talk somewhere quieter.
“There are quieter spaces in the other room. I want you to come with me to talk, but there will be other people around. So you will not be alone with me.”
“Okay, sure.”
Dear Lord.
This worried him. Did she not even feel an ounce of concern and fear? He was a stranger. Shouldn’t she be with the other new subs? Any completely new sub had to stay with a monitor especially assigned to them. And then they were to run any scenes by them. How had she gotten past that level?
Salem lightly took hold of her forearm and led her through the crowd. He kept her close, not wanting to lose her or for her to be stepped on. They made it through the throng and past the kitten who had been taken out of the cage. She was being cradled in her Dom’s arms. It created a moment of longing inside him.
He enjoyed having complete control over his sub. Of taking care of her. He loved aftercare.
Unfortunately, most of the people he tried to take care of didn’t appreciate it.
They should.
Shit.
Now he really did sound like an asshole.
But, yes, he was jealous of that Dom. He got to hold his sub close, take care of her in all ways. And she looked like she was lapping that up. As though she needed it.
He’d spent so much time chasing after Pinky that he had neglected that part of himself. And it was rearing up, demanding that he find someone to fill that hole inside him.