Page 24 of Pray for the Damned

His fingers wrap around her chin and tilts her face up to meet his gaze. He says something to her that I have no hope of hearing from where I’m sitting, but I swallow at the heat that rushes through my body. I never thought I’d want to submit to anyone, let alone a man. It would mean letting go of my carefully crafted control, and that’s not something I thought I was capable of up until this moment when I realize I crave it.

The man’s tattooed fingers brush over her cheek with reverence before she gives him a slight nod, her lips forming what I think is an agreement, and I realize he’s confirming her limits with her before they begin their scene.

Emmett shifts in his seat, and my eyes dart back to the sinfully beautiful man sitting across from me. For a man of God, he screams darkness. He flicks his eyes over his shoulder, and agentle smirk tugs at his lips before he slips out of his side of the booth.

I’m about to ask where he’s going when he slides in beside me, and I shuffle over the soft leather to make room for his wide shoulders.

His sandalwood scent hits me immediately, and I drag my bottom lip between my teeth to try to regain my composure. The man beside me makes me feel out of sorts in the most delicious of ways.

The man on the stage pushes himself to his feet and crosses the space to a table I can’t see from here, but I can’t help but flick my gaze to the woman so perfectly kneeling on the cushion.

“Sienna and Micah play often,” Emmett murmurs against the shell of my ear, and I swallow heavily at his proximity.

“But he still confirmed her limits?” I ask softly, my cheeks heating at what is probably a stupid question.

“Always. They’re not in an official relationship, but even if they were, it’s important to check in regularly on limits because things can change.”

I nibble at my bottom lip as Micah moves back toward Sienna with a pair of cuffs in one hand and something else I can’t make out in the other.

He moves behind her, carefully pulling her arms behind her before securing the leather to her wrists.

“See how he’s taking his time?” Emmett asks, and I nod, not tearing my eyes from what’s happening across the room. “He’s making sure they’re not too tight. You can do real damage if you’re not careful, and Micah is one of the most experienced Doms in the club, so he takes extra care.”

Something about watching the brutal looking tattooed man with dark hair around his shoulders be so gentle makes my thighs clench together. I thought a few drinks would help tomellow me out after getting worked up on my tour, but if anything, I’m more needy than I was before.

Micah pushes himself to his feet and moves in front of Sienna before dropping back into a crouch. He says something, and she drags her eyes off the floor and up to meet his eyes before he nods down at whatever he’s holding between them.

“Nipple clamps,” Emmett whispers.

I nod, trying to think back to the books I’ve read with those mentioned. The guys I’ve been with in the past haven’t shown much interest in my breasts apart from to grope them in what they considered foreplay, but right now I’m wondering how it would feel to have someone flick their fingers over the tight buds the way Micah is Sienna’s, before securing the clips around them.

Her body tightens a moment before a tremble racks through her slight frame. Her breasts are a generous handful, and Micah takes his time teasing her before he adds the second clamp.

Emmett shuffles closer to me, and I drag my eyes off the scene to look up into the inky black pools. It seems unnatural to have eyes so dark, but they suit him. His thigh brushes against mine as his arm moves to rest along the top of the seat. “I take it by your reactions you’ve never had your pretty nipples clamped?”

I swallow heavily around the lump in my throat, wetting my lips before I can form a response. “No, I haven’t.”

“Hmm, that’s a shame.”

If I thought my cheeks couldn’t get any hotter, I was wrong. Really fucking wrong.

Emmett’s fingers brush up and down my bare arm, but I hold my attention on Sienna and Micah as the latter flicks the clamps, causing her lips to part and what I think is a moan to escape.

The subtle touch Emmett trails along my skin feels like a direct connection to my aching clit, and I barely catch my own moan.

What the hell am I doing?

I shouldn’t be letting him touch me at all, let alone in the middle of what is now my workplace.

But I can’t find it in me to ask him to stop, not when his scent envelops me, his warmth holding me captive even though the only part of him touching me is the tips of his fingers.

Micah stands again and moves toward the table as he looks over his options, but Sienna’s gaze hasn’t returned to the ground. Instead, she follows every movement he makes.

I’ve read more than a few romance books with Doms and subs, but from what I can tell, every relationship and their boundaries are different, so where one Dom may require their sub to keep their eyes downcast, another might require eye contact.

He turns back to Sienna with a vibrator in his hand, and my lips part at the sight, my expression almost matching hers.

Emmett chuckles beside me, clearly amused by my reaction to the sleek black toy, but I couldn’t tear my attention from them if I wanted to.

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