Page 10 of Defended
Chapter 4
The kindness and understanding in Mr. Park’s dark eyes were the only things that gave Melody the courage to actually straighten up. She felt like a total idiot. She knew she'd looked like one. Even though Peggy had been the only one to laugh out loud, she knew everyone who had seen her childish reaction was probably laughing internally at her.
"Melody, these are my friends, Master Alexander and Sienna," Mr. Park said, gesturing with his hand, although he didn't take his gaze from hers. Melody was the one to reluctantly look away, because it would be rude not to greet his friends.
"Hello," she said shyly, feeling awkward even though they were both smiling at her—neither of them seemed like mean smiles either. If they thought she'd looked like a twit, they were doing a good job of pretending otherwise. "Um, this is Peggy and El… uh, Master Elliott. This is Mr. Park."
"Kawan, please," he said, giving her hand a squeeze.
"Kawan," she repeated softly, emphasizing the second syllable the same way he did as the others exchanged greetings around them. And he was still holding her hand, which was feeling increasingly warmer.
Was it possible for a hand to be an erogenous zone? Because she was feeling pretty warm and tingly all over even though that was literally the only place he was touching her.
"Are you a member here?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he looked down at her. "Or a guest?"
"Guest," she said, trying not to squirm. There was something about the piercing look he was giving her that made her feel extremely vulnerable for some reason. Like he could see all the secret thoughts inside of her head—including the vivid ones she'd had about him while she'd masturbated at night. "Um, Peggy wanted to take me out to celebrate you getting me out of jail... I mean, not that I wasinjail yet, but you getting me out of having to go... anyway, I've read some books about this stuff but that's it, so she thought I'd like coming here and Elliott's a member so... yeah." She finished lamely, realizing that she was babbling.
She pressed her lips together to keep more words from spilling out of her mouth, something that was all too likely to happen since he was just standing there not saying anything. But something about the way he was looking at her made her feel like he thought she was cute, not crazy, so that was a win. Still, better to cut it off now, in case she crossed the line.
"You're not here to play with Master Elliott then?" he asked, glancing at the other man.
Melody nearly sagged with relief as he finally looked away from her. Holy cannoli being under his scrutiny was intense—way more so here at Black Light than it had been in the courtroom!
"No," she said.
"She's just here to watch," Peggy said, right over top of her.
Startled, Melody turned to look at her friend, who was eyeing Kawan—should she call him Master Kawan?—with suspicion and dislike. She could be a little overprotective sometimes. Normally Melody just brushed it off, but right now she felt a well of irritation stirring in her chest.
Next to her, Elliott shook his head, his hand clamping down on Peggy's shoulder as he looked at Melody. "Would you like to spend the evening with Master Kawan, Melody?"
Peggy opened her mouth, probably to answer for Melody as she sometimes did, but Elliott's fingers tightened and he shot her a stern look. The redhead's mouth snapped shut, but she didn't look happy about it. Elliott turned his attention back to Melody, his blue eyes softening when he looked at her nervous expression.
"Yes," she whispered, acutely aware of Kawan's fingers, which were still wrapped around hers. Clearing her throat, she deliberately didn't look at Peggy for fear that she'd lose her nerve in the face of her friend's disapproval, as she raised her voice a little and answered Elliott. "Yes, I'd like that. If, if that's what he wants."
She couldn't think why else he might have asked if she was there to play with Elliott or why he was still holding her hand, but she didn't want to assume either. Peeking a glance at him, she tried to look hopeful, not desperate. That was a thing, right?
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"Yes, I do,"Kawan answered firmly, enjoying the happy—and slightly relieved—smile that bloomed across Melody's face. Hadn't been sure of him, had she? While part of him liked that she didn't make assumptions, if her reasoning behind that assumption was a lack of confidence on her part, then they were going to work on that.
Well, assuming that things went well tonight and that they wanted to see each other again.
He wasn't sure whether the chemistry between them would lead to anything, but regardless, he was happy to oversee her first time in the club. So far he hadn't met anyone else he wanted to play with tonight, and even though she was no longer a client, he still felt some degree of responsibility toward her for some reason.
And alotof attraction.
The outfit she was wearing fit right into Black Light, although he’d loved to see her dressed as a baby girl. The dark red corset pushed her breasts up into enticing mounds with deep cleavage between them, the almost knee-length flirty black skirt would be easy to flip up over her bottom, and the high ponytail she had gathered her brown hair in both exposed her neck and gave a man something to grip if he were so inclined. The dark eye makeup and red lipstick completed her vixenish look
How a person dressed didn't always mean that was the only way they were willing to play though. Kawan wondered ifshe would be willing to give him a chance to show her how fun being a baby girl could be. If she even knew what a baby girl was.
And, his preferences aside, he certainly still appreciated the way the corset pushed up her generous cleavage and cinched in her waist, even if the main thought on his brain was how he'd like to get her into something less restrictive and more comfortable.
"Enjoy your evening," Master Elliott said, giving Melody a little wink. "We'll find you before we leave."
"But—" The redhead—Peggy—started to protest, but Master Elliott was already turning her back around, cutting her off in a low voice that Kawan could barely hear.
"You and I are going to have a talk." The glimpse of his expression was foreboding, convincing Kawan that the other man had her firmly in hand.
