Page 74 of Hunt for You

Bridget, what you see at five is going to scare you. I’m not sure if that’ll make you run towards me, or away from me. But either way, I’m in…

And then, as I sat there, bolt upright in my seat, I watched that woman turn into his sub. Give herself into his hands.

My adrenaline started pumping the moment a panting, sweating Penny, who’d been pawed and pleasured and seduced, bent herself over the bed and begged Ronald to take her by the back door.

My heartrate rose as I watched him prepare her body, ready her physically, and her mind as well. His hands gentle and coaxing, while his voice remained low and calm, the murmured assurances, the reminders of truth… as if there was no one in the room but them.

It was fascinating.

My belly began to tingle when he finally decided she was truly ready and—still whispering comfort to her, positioned himself behind her and swept her hair up with his hands, murmuring reassurance to her as he applied lube, then wrapped her wavy brown hair around his fist.

I was panting when he trailed his other hand down her spine to grab her hip and take a firm hold on her for the first time.

My belly fluttered when his eyes rolled back and he groaned softly while her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open because he’d entered her. The startled joy on her face was as if he’d just introduced her to a world she’d never seen before.

My body pulsed with need and want as I watched the patience he showed in easing into her, talking her through it, and praising her when she relaxed… The affirmation never stopping until he was drawing in and out of her, and her slightly-sagging breasts began to swing.

Which was when I tore my eyes off the pair and scanned the other participants—who stared, eyes bright and wide, shoulders rising and falling with their quickened breaths, but none of them made a sound.

And when Penny began to keen, then shriek, when she finally arched and froze, resisting him for the first time as her body began to twitch and shake… and then she slumped onto the bed… weeping.

And he didn’t come.

He drew out of her, calming her, stroking her, whispering in her ear in ways we couldn’t hear, but he mopped up her tears, then helped her clean her body, then dressed her and ushered her back to her seat, holding her face for a long moment as hethanked herfor trusting him… then he took the hand of the man to her right and brought him to stand in the center of the floor.

I lost all track of time as he walked that man through a repressed desire to dress in women’s clothing and be blown by another man—and the change in Ronald was stunning. With this man he laughed and cajoled and reassured, but accepted no backwards step. He pushed and challenged, and eventually, fallated him to climax.

I forgot that the world existed when he started working with another woman who was a high powered executive, and all she’d ever wanted was to be helpless in the hands of someone stronger than her, but she’d never found the man who could—or would—intimidate her.

The need in me grew tight and urgent when Ronald’s countenance changed.

He never raised his voice. Neverovertlydominated her. But no one in the room missed it as he suddenly embodied an unwavering, ruthless Dom.

She would listen, and she would obey.

She would take what she was given, and she would learn the freedom of losing control.

At one point, even in the trance, her nerve broke, and just as he was challenging her, she started scrambling away. My body reacted as if it was me he was chasing. My heart was pounding in my skull, adrenaline flooding me.

I almost came when he tackled her to the ground.

Then, with arm locked around her middle, he pulled her head back, his hand clasped around her throat, pushing her chin high as he growled in her ear and I saw shades of that moment with Cain that raised all my questions.

“Try to free yourself—you can’t,” he snarled.

She shuddered and struggled, squeaking with the effort to get out of his arms, but then she stopped, panting. A moment later she swallowed with some effort, then shook her head. “I can’t,” she rasped because of the pressure he had on her throat.

I was leaning forward in my seat, wishing I could masturbate because the ache between my thighs was so great it was almost painful.

Every moment was a struggle, she didn’t let him take anything without a fight. But eventually he had her bent over too, and even though no one moved, and no one spoke, the air in the room wenttight.

And just as he finally had her positioned, he turned his head, just for a moment.

It was the first time I’d seen him take his attention from the person he was dominating.

He looked right at me as he entered her and I actually gasped.

It was as if my visionzoomed in.I was locked in that gaze, need and want twisting together, tighter and tighter in my belly as the woman began to cry out, then scream, and the room echoed with the sound of their bodies meeting and her cries.

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