Page 43 of Wanted
Her gaze returned to the woman, her body jerking in the lingering spasms of her orgasm. That was how she would end, she realized, if she let Marcus top her. Because even if it did hurt, there was no doubt in her head that he would ensure it ended in an orgasm so powerful that all she could do was wilt in his arms and twitch.
“I would let you do it,” she said honestly. “Once. So I can see if it’s different from the last time.”
He nodded. “Let me change my question.” He pointed to the two men in specific. “Would you let me ask any two men in this room to string you up on that stage when those three are done, and put you through the same…”
“Please don’t,” she said immediately, her hand moving to her flipflopping stomach. She pressed, trying to still the tense acrobatics.
“Would you want to do it?”
“No.” She didn’t need to think about that at all.
“Would you do it if I told you to?”
She could lie and say no, but they both knew she would. When it came to being told what to do, it was almost impossible for her to say no. “Probably,” she said unhappily.
“Until that changes, I’m going to be your protector every time we come here. But we’re going to work on that together, and eventually, we will get past it. Come on, let’s walk around.”
He took her slowly through the room, past all the equipment currently not being used while she pointed out which stations she’d tried and what she’d done. She didn’t go into many details. For all that she’d been coming here for years, even those memories which a few short weeks ago she would have described as happy ones really weren’t. She’d thought she’d been so fortunate just to have Ethen consider her worthy of scening with in public, and especially when he did it himself. But looking back, almost all of them had at least one aspect that turned her stomach, tightened her throat, made her uncomfortable.
“Ready for that drink?” he asked.
“God, yes.” She was ready to stop thinking about ghosts. She turned her back on the room as if turning her back on the awkward memories were just as easy. It wasn’t. They followed her to the bar, where Marcus found a two-person couch up against the wall for them to talk.
“Are you going to be here a while?” Puppy asked when she came to get their drink order. “Can we talk later?”
Pony looked to Marcus. “I… I don’t know how long we’ll be here, but I’d like that.”
“We’ll be here until it becomes too much,” Marcus told her.
Puppy grinned. “What can I bring for you?”
“Nothing, thank you,” he told her. “Anna will be serving me tonight.” He looked at her. “Would you like that?”
That pulse of warmth that the ghosts had done their best to kill returned instantly and with a vengeance, lighting up every one of her nerve endings as she sat beside him.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Just drinks,” he asked, “or would you like to try a scene?”
With him? Her heart stumbled, the pulsing throb taking hold of her clit and owning it. “Doing what?”
“Serving me,” he said bluntly.
She turned to look out across the play stations. The couple on the stage were done, and a worker was cleaning their area. The two men on the spanking bench were done too. The sub was now wrapped in a blanket and his Dom’s steadying arm as he unsteadily walked, dazed and flying high in subspace, toward the aftercare cubicles. Another couple were setting up their own scene at a St. Andrews’ cross, the top digging his floggers out of his bag while the submissive stripped out of her already scant clothing.
“Do you trust me?” Marcus asked, and she quickly returned her gaze to his.
Was this another test? Did he expect her to say no, because it would be a lie if she did.
She opened her mouth to say yes, but then stopped. The problem here wasn’t did she want to spend the evening on her knees before him, fetching him drinks, fetching whatever he wanted, doing whatever he wanted. The problem was when the scene was over, how was she supposed to stop doing what she loved so much and go back to ‘I am not your dom’?
She needed to tell him no, for her own sake and survival. And yet, what finally came pouring out of her was very different. “I’d like that very much.”
She wasn’t just playing with fire. She was dousing herself in gasoline first.
Chapter 10
Marcus
