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“Please, Master Navarro. I can’t…”

He pulls back, a wry grin on his face. “You can take it, pet. Eyes on Domme Genevieve.” It takes everything I have to look away from where he worships between my legs. Sliding his hand down my leg, he hitches it over his shoulder before doing the same with theother, rendering me unable to quell the growing ache between my thighs.

He grabs my ass, pulling me to his lips, his tongue darting out to circle my clit. It’s torture and bliss mixed into a perfect cocktail of sensation. I force my gaze to Domme Genevieve, her eyes fixed on where Flex feasts on me. Her submissive is on his knees, his hands now bound behind his back as he devours her pussy. I can tell when she’s getting close, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him tight as she rides his face.

“Come with me, Celest,” she commands as she crashes over the edge.

Flex sets a punishing rhythm, sensation taking over. “Come for her, pet. Come forme.” With one more tantalizing flick of his tongue, I spiral out of control, gripping the arms of the chair as my orgasm rips through me, shredding any coherent thought.

“Oh God, yes… Master… yes!”

He lets me ride the aftershocks as the entire voyeur floor erupts in a round of applause. Flex gently lowers my legs before pushing up onto his knees. “I want you to taste yourself on my lips, pet.” He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me to him with a sharp jerk.

His kiss is electric, harsh, and unforgiving, sending a fresh wave of desire to my core. I’m bereft when he breaks our connection. He slides my panties back into place before standing and holding his hand out to me. “Time for your punishment, pet. You will cast your eyes to the floor and follow me to Domme Genevieve’s private room. Understood?”

A thrill courses through me. “Yes, Master Navarro.” I slip my hand into his. He has a tight grip—his hand so large compared to mine. My mind goes to the dirtiest of places. I’ve seen him on the voyeur floor once or twice, and to say his cock is impressive would be an understatement. “Should I put my clothes on, Master Navarro?”

“No. I want your tits on display.”

“Am I able to go downstairs like this?”

He turns on his heel, stopping me in my tracks. He grips my chin hard enough to be uncomfortable. “Did I say you couldquestion me? If I want to parade you around every inch of this club with your pussy on display, then I’ll fucking do it.”

“The rules…” The words die on my lips as he releases me. He slips his fingers under the sides of my panties and tugs them off.

“I make the rules, pet. You’d do well to remember that. I should bend you over and punish you right here for your insolence.”

“I’m sorry, Master Navarro.” I would love him to bend me over. It’s been too long since I’ve been punished. I can get myself off, but I can’t punish myself.

“Now, be a good little slut for me and obey. Otherwise, you’ll have more to worry about than your punishment at the hands of Domme Genevieve. Eyes to the floor, follow me, and do as you’re fucking told.”

I fall in line behind him with my gaze cast down, but I can feel the eyes of everyone on the floor watching me submit to a Dom I’ve never been with before. I know every submissive in here is wishing they were me. Flex has a reputation at Venom, and he sure as hell lived up to it, the way he made me come.

I follow him down the stairs, and my hesitation was warranted. Master Callaghan must catch sight of me by the annoyance in his voice. “Jesus Christ! She can’t go down into the bar like that, Flex.”

“You can berate me later. We’re going straight to the private rooms. This little pet needs to be taught a lesson.”

“One fucking rule. That’s all I enforce around here. Where are your clothes, Celest?” I fight the urge to meet his gaze or answer him. Instead, I address Flex.

“May I answer, Master Navarro?”

“No.” There’s no questioning his command as much as it pains me to ignore Master Callaghan.

“Flex…”

“I’ll talk to you later, Dalton. Be happy I don’t take her into the bar and fuck her into submission. I’m sure everyone would love watching her come like the good little slut she is.”

I’m startled when he slaps my ass before grabbing my hand and leading me the rest of the way. A thrill courses through me, my pulse racing.

“We are about to enter Domme Genevieve’s private room. You will address her properly at all times.”

“Yes, Master Navarro.”

“What is your safeword, Celest?”

“Emerald.”

“I will inform Domme Genevieve. You may use it at any time. Understood?”

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