Page 11 of Defended
Which left Melody with him. She appeared nervous, excited, and maybe a little terrified all at once, a delightful combination that appealed to his Dom nature. The little flick of her tongue, wetting her lips, only made her more adorable.
"Would you like to get a drink?" he asked her, turning slightly so that his body would block any view of her friend from her. It was pretty clear to him that Melody was the more submissive personality and he didn't want her friend influencing her answer. "Or we could jump right into a tour of the club."
"Um." Her eyes darted toward Alexander and Sienna, who were still watching them and not bothering to hide it. Alexander looked amused, while Sienna's interested gaze was bouncing back and forth between him and Melody in turn.
"We'll go get a seat," Alexander said, with a warm smile to Melody. "Feel free to join us, either now or later." Sienna looked disappointed, but she didn't protest as her fiancé led her away toward an empty table, leaving Kawan and Melody completely alone. She gave Melody a friendly wave before turning away.
Melody looked up at him.
"There is no wrong answer," he reassured herand gave her hand an encouraging little squeeze. Her fingers tightened around his.
"A tour?"
"Is that a question or is that what you want to do?" He was teasing her a little, but he was also serious about wanting a firmer answer. Considering she was now under his protection for the evening, Kawan wanted explicit consent.
She straightened a little, looking him directly in the eye, her chin tipping up stubbornly. "I want a tour."
Good, so she could be direct when she wanted.
"Good girl." He squeezed her hand again and she blushed.
When he'd met her in court earlier this week, he'd been pretty sure the attraction he felt for her was mutual, but he would never have guessed he'd actually see her at Black Light. Or that she'd be without a play partner if he did. There was an air of naivete about her. Not innocence exactly, but it was clear she was new to the scene and feeling out of place.
He doubted she would have come here without her pushy friend, so that was one point in her friend's favor.
"Even though we can see a lot of what's going on from right here, a closer look is always more revealing," he said, as he moved them toward the closest scening area, where a woman was already bent over a spanking bench. He kept a tight hold of Melody's hand. "You said you've read some books about BDSM?"
At this point, he wasn't sure if the pink in her cheeks was ever going to subside completely. Not that he minded.
"Um, yeah. A few. They didn't quite prepare me for this, though," she said, her eyes widening as they approached the scene area. The woman being spanked was squealing each time the leather paddle, expertly wielded by her Domme, crashed against her bottom. The Domme's smile was sadistically gleeful as she counted off each stroke, scolding her sub for being naughty.
Melody's eyes widened, immediately zeroing in on the sub's red bottom, which was turning brighter with every thwack of the paddle. The implement was wide and long enough to cover the woman's entire bottom each time it impacted, making both cheeks quiver and dance. After each squeal, her hips were already lifting again, offering up the hot red target for another stroke. The glistening, swollen folds of her bare pussy made it clear how much she was enjoying her punishment.
Letting go of Melody's hand, Kawan slid his arm around her waist, pulling her in front of him so he could hold her there. His hands splayed over her stomach, although the stiff boning of the corset made it more difficult to feel her reactions. But he liked the position anyway, especially as her rounded bottom pressed against his groin.
He'd already been a little aroused, but with her nestled against him and the flowery scent of her perfume now filling his senses, he was quickly growing even more so.
So was she, going by the way she was squirming a little against him. She kept shifting her weight back and forth, like she couldn't stand comfortably, and her breathing was becoming more rapid as she watched the scene. Kawan wondered if she was picturing the same thing he was—her in the submissive's place, draped over the spanking bench with an increasingly hotter bottom.
"If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say so," he murmured in her ear. "No need for safe words tonight; I'll stop whenever you want me to."
* * *
Please don't stop.
She bit back the words. Saying them out loud would be weird, right? Instead, she just nodded.
"I need verbal confirmation, please, Melody." His deep voice was so soft, but firm, and it sent a little shiver down the back of her spine.
"Yes, um, Sir?" She added the honorific, because she was pretty sure she was supposed to. That's what the submissives in books did. Dominants were all called Sir or Master, but Master didn't feel quite right. Although she could call him Master Kawan but that felt formal, and the way he had her leaning against him while they watched the spanking scene feltfarfrom formal.
He chuckled. "Sir is fine, for now."
The Domme stopped spanking her submissive, leaving the woman on the bench panting and wriggling. Putting her hand on the bound woman’s back, the Domme leaned over to say something to her sub. Melody couldn't tear her eyes away from them. The woman's butt looked painfully red, but she was obviously highly aroused. Just as aroused as Melody was.
Even though she couldn't look away from the two women, she was simultaneously totally distracted by everything about Kawan. She both resented and was thankful for the corset between his hands and her skin. Part of her wished she was wearing something that would allow her to actuallyfeelhis hands, the rest of her was glad that he couldn't, because then she'd be freaking out about him having his hands on her stomach and wondering what he thought about one of her least favorite parts of her body.
His hot breath on the back of her neck was making all the little hairs on her body stand straight up. The rigid bulge nestled between her butt cheeks had her pressing her thighs more firmly together, trying to get some secret stimulation to her clit, because she was so turned on by feeling the evidence ofhisarousal.
