Page 5 of Reignite

Domination and Submission

Gray watched me, his eyes glued to my every move. I was demonstrating predicament play, which had become my forte after the dueling orgasm scene on the night that shall not be named. Dominic and Ilario both had their cocks in their hands, and they were allowed to stroke themselves each time I gave them a swat with the riding crop.

Oh, and a very fun tingling lube drip, drip, dripped onto their cocks making them both squirm. The crowd and my guys were loving it.

These scenes were tame, more for others to learn than for either my pleasure or the guys'. We were developing a new standard, and part of that was my role at Gray’s side. I’d display my domination in the club and then give it all up when I submitted to Gray.

When we were on the floor, if we played, he’d gone back to making our scenes all about me. Only I got off. It was like a challenge to him.

In public he was the consummate Dom, using kink to excite everyone. The headspace he found in the club play domination was different. It allowed his brain to find a kind of numbness, like a drug.

Allowing him to have all the control was freeing. Finally knowing we could revel in each other. No more barriers.

But he was…distracted. Like now.

“Who’d like to see me finish getting these guys off by getting naked?” I had no intention of stripping.

“Angel.” Gray’s voice had that warning tone that turned me right the fuck on.

“Unless you want to be calling me Sir again while I spank that pretty ass of your red, you’ll finish the demo with your clothes on.”

See? What kind of a threat was that? Of course I wanted to call him Sir while he had his hands on my naughty bits. Duh.

Hawk and Lilly were up next to demonstrate some rope tricks they’d been working on. Lilly hung on Hawk’s every word and he worshipped the ground she crawled on hands and knees for him.

I’d been looking forward to seeing their demo. I was crap at rope work. Either I’d have to get an individual lesson or see if Gray wanted to teach me. He certainly knew how to tie me to a bed.

Ropes were going to have to wait. Gray needed something different from me. He got off on domination and submission, yes, but it went so far beyond simply sex. I just wasn’t sure how to give him what he needed. I’d keep trying until I figured it out though.

I did know those walls were tougher than ever when we were playing in public like this. It had me seriously reconsidering his idea that we open a club of our own. I kept telling myself it would be better when it was our club and he could be in total control of everything, not just me.

That had to be his problem. Foster Bennett’s presence hung over our heads while we were in Texas or New York.

“Mistress?” Ilario’s voice was ragged.

The riding crop dangled from hand poised of his shapely buttocks. I’d slacked off with this pleasure-pain and my lovely harem boys were suffering for it.

“Finish them, Angel.” Gray wasn’t distracted now. No. His eyes were laser focused on me, and that tic that said he was being pushed to his limit jumped in his jaw.

Normally Gray stayed out of my demos. Observing only. This was the second time he’d interjected himself into the scene.

Whoa. Realization smacked me in the face. Hard. He hadn’t been inattentive before. He was avoiding watching me play with Ilario and Dominic.

Because he was jealous?

This felt very different than that. The way he growled my name was a warning.

One I only partly understood. I was smart enough to figure out the way his eyes had gone dark and his heaving chest meant that I had about ten seconds before he came and hauled me off this stage cave man style.

While I would probably enjoy that a little too much, it wouldn’t be fair to Dominic and Ilario or the audience who’d either come to learn or get off themselves.

The woman who’d approached me not long ago asking about how to have the confidence to be her dominating self sat nearby. She had tested the waters with a few of the submissive men here, but she’d barely stuck her toe in.

I was about to throw her in the deep end.

“Corinne, can you come up here and help me, please?” I pointed to her and she turned a pretty shade of pink from head to chest, but she stood and walked to the stage.

Her hands opened and closed in light fists betraying her nervousness only to the observant. I loved that she was going for it anyway, taking my fake it till you make it advice and running with it.

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