Page 222 of The Dommes

I see Fawn, hanging out with a couple of other submissive women. One of whom I’ve Topped before. Their eyebrows go up, one of them shaking her head.

Fuck her!

“So the rumors were true. I guess you can trust those scandal rags sometimes.”

Ira comes to a stop, and so does my heart.

Lara Anderssen stands before us, pursing her lips before sipping more of whatever she’s drinking. Her demeanor screams she won a bet. Probably with her spouse.

“Good evening, Lara. Always a pleasure.”

“Isn’t it? I should be saying that to you. Look at what you’ve got attached to that leash there.” Lara gestures to me with embellishment. Enough to catch the attention of some people around us. “I read the rumors and heard some people talking, but you know how all that is. I wasn’t going to believe it until I got it from the source myself. So… you managed to get your honey to do this for you?”

I interrupt my Domme – an act I’ll probably pay for later. “She didn’t get me to do anything. I’m doing this of my own free will.”

Lara tsks into her glass. “You need to train that one some more, Mathison. So rude.” Her wink sends shivers down my spine, though I’m wearing this jacket indoors. “See you, kids.”

My bottom lip curls inward as she walks away. Ira touches my chin. “She doesn’t mean any harm, darling.”

Easy for her to say. She’s not getting the same amount of attention that I am.

“You’re doing fine.” Ira brings me into her arms, the leash dangling between us. “Ignore the fools.”

“Some of those fools are important outside of this club.”

Her lips are tender against mine. “If they value their working relationship with your father, let alone my family, then they’ll keep it to themselves. Come on. I got us some drinks.”

We don’t join any friends, although I see some around. Jem and Gwenyth wave at us. Eve is upstairs with a submissive female friend. The Anderssens, of course, start a game of Telephone with their gaggle of buddies sitting in the common area.

I’m sure the subject is me.

The drinks are brought to us the moment we sit down on a leather couch in the corner. It gives us a grand view of the club while keeping an eye on who is looking at us in turn. I don’t see any of my Domme comrades yet. Nevertheless, I get a text from Eve saying I look great and that her friend doesn’t know if she wants to fuck me or be fucked by me.

I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess?

“Tell me how you’re feeling.” Ira is comfortable settling me on her lap and wrapping the leash around my shoulders. Her hand rests on the small of my back. “Are you okay?”

Would it be strange to say that I wish she hadn’t asked me that? Naturally, I’m glad Ira has taken a vested interest in my well-being. Any Domme I serve would have to be like that, but in this moment I ain’t feeling great and don’t need reminding.

“I’m fine,” I lie. My legs cross, allowing me to lean against the back of the couch and loom over my very fine girlfriend. In my mind, she’s the target of everyone’s lust, male and female. Even if they don’t want to fuck her, surely, they want some of this sexual power emanating from her. Trust me, I know. When we were going over what we were going to do tonight, I got so hot and bothered that I interrupted our plan to fuck her on the dining table.

“There’s no sense in lying to me, Katie.” Ira rubs my back, a soothing motion, but not enough to settle my nerves. “Tonight is going to be… an experience. I need to know exactly how you’re feeling at any given moment. This means being open with me.”

I take a drink. “All right. I’m anxious.”

Strong fingers massage my neck. “What can I do to make you feel more at ease?”

There are a hundred eyes on me. No matter where I glance, someone is pointing to us, taking a drink while glaring over the rim of their glass, or excitedly whispering. We are going to be the subject of local gossip for some time to come. It’s not enough to gab about Kathleen and Ira being a serious couple. Throw in the kink aspect? I wouldn’t be surprised if the two sex and gender academics in the room tried to write a psych paper about us.

So, what would make me comfortable? Forgetting that these assholes are here would probably help.

“Who is the dominant one here?” Ira says it, but she doesn’t reprimand me when I lean down and kiss her. In fact, her hands grip me so hard that I have to wonder how long she’s wanted to make out with me in front of kinky friends. Knowing her? Probably since the first time she dominated me. All her Domme friends will be impressed with this spectacle.

No, I can’t think about that.

I am a sub. I came here to be adored and to serve in turn. That means I should only have eyes and words for my Domme. Fuck the others.

“When did you suddenly get frisky?” Ira grabs my ass the moment I push my hand between her spreading legs. There was no doubt she’d be packing our favorite extension of her gender. You know, one I’m intimately familiar with already? So, what does it matter if I put my hand on it and let half the room take a gander? Oh, who am I kidding? In this place, the contents of nobody’s pants stay hidden for long.

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