Page 33 of Only for the Moment
He had, and she trusted him. Her deep breath rubbed her breastagainst his ribs, and she wished with sudden ferocity that they were naked, that her nipples were rubbing against his bare skin, tingling, tantalizing.
She closed her eyes, breathed deep again. Isaac kept her tight to his side as he talked with Perez for a few minutes, sipping his drink—ginger ale, she knew now, the light scent reaching her nose every time Isaac raised the glass to his mouth.Apparently subs didn’t get drinks here, only Doms. A glance around confirmed her supposition; an occasional sub was offered a sip from their Dom’s glass, but the floor around them was free of drinks of their own.
And that’s why this bothers me.Why the hell couldn’t she have her own damn drink instead of waiting for some man to pour it into her mouth like she was a child?
“We should get started,yeah?” Isaac said, the words breaking through her focus on the male sub, collared and leashed, at his Domme’s feet nearby. The things she was doing to him… Kennedy tried to swallow, realizing her mouth was dry. She dug her fingers into the ridge of muscle lining Isaac’s spine.
But he’d already signaled the waiter. Seconds later a cool bottle of water was passed to him. “Here you are, love.”
She was tempted to ask Isaac about the drink situation, but stayed silent as he guided her with the palm at the small of her back to follow Perez down a hall to their left. They entered a smaller room similar to the main one, but empty of everything but mirror-lined walls.
“I’ll leave you to get set up,” Perez said. “My three candidates will be in momentarily.”
Isaac placed the bag Nick had carriedup till now on the far side of the room. “Give us ten?”
Perez nodded before exiting. Nick followed, leaving Kennedy and Isaac alone in the room.
She didn’t even see him coming. One moment she was looking at the mirrors, imagining all the uses they were good for, and the next Isaac had her backed against them, his hands in her hair, his mouth desperate as he took her kiss. Kennedy opened to himwithout hesitation, loving the thrust of his tongue, the firm glide of his lips, and God, his scent. Citrus and something dark she couldn’t name. It filled her lungs to bursting, made her wonder, if she traced every inch of his skin, would she find it everywhere?
Isaac broke away, the heavy rasp of his breathing filling her ears as he dipped to catch her knee and pull it up to his hip. The moveopened her legs, and he slid into the space as if he owned it, notching his erection against her core in a blatant show of hunger. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to see that look in your eyes?”
She tilted her pelvis, dragging her cloth-covered clit along his rigid cock. “What look?”
“The one that says your vixen’s on the rise and the next words out of your mouth will more than likelyget you in trouble.”
Her laugh turned into a moan as he nudged her shirt aside and caught the muscle along the top of her shoulder between his teeth. His suck brought her up on her toes.
If this was what it did to him, she definitely needed to let her usually-in-trouble side out to play more.
Her climax roared up on her without warning, just the grind of Isaac’s cock against her and his roughkisses along her neck all it took. He held her tight as she shook in his arms, her body pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. His name fell from her lips, filled her mind, her talisman as she drowned in the pleasure.
He was murmuring in her ear when she resurfaced, words she couldn’t understand through the haze. Her body went limp, and only then did Isaac step back, just enough to allow themboth to breathe. She couldn’t miss the glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
“Think about that while you watch,” he told her, voice rough with his own unfulfilled pleasure. “There’ll be more before the night is over.”
God, she hoped so.
Isaac settled her on a mat in an out-of-the-way corner, then went to work unpacking his bag. As he laid out rope and tools and things she didn’t recognize, shecaught the faint sound of him humming. Not something she recognized, none of the songs on his albums. This was something else, but she couldn’t put her finger on what. And then the men arrived and she forgot the song as her nerves tried to rise again.
Isaac held his hand out to his first subject. “Isaac.”
The big man, easily Isaac’s height and twice as wide, shook hands. “Carlo. Thanks for doingthis.”
Isaac’s smile held a restraint she didn’t understand until she thought it through—he was their teacher, and though he wasn’t their Dom, he was commanding them in this space. Interesting. “Anytime.”
The other two men, Marcel and Ali, introduced themselves as well. Marcel was the oldest, in his fifties, with an easygoing manner she couldn’t imagine fit a Dominant, but she knew from experiencethat exteriors had surprises; she was certainly discovering plenty of that in herself.
Ali had a runner’s build, lean and strong, with deeply serious, intelligent hazel eyes that contrasted beautifully with his dark skin. All three men stripped down to boxer briefs and knelt to begin the lesson. After talking a bit about safety, knot placement and nerves and a whole host of things that had Kennedy’seyes widening and breath going shallow with fear, he gestured Carlo forward to begin.
