With every piece of clothing she removed, Ashley flushed a deeper red, her lips parting as she glanced at me. She didn’t attempt to hide herself while baring her skin or even appear uneasy about someone staring as she stripped down.
She’d left, and I snuck into the lounge a few seconds later, thankfully no one seemed to notice the door open and close without anyone visibly coming or going.
Vanni had his hand on her lower back, leading her toward the private room where I’d allowed him to bring me to release.
My inner dragon had whimpered, horny as fuck from the reminder of that night with Vanni, but thankfully he remained silent in his desire for the bite of pain. I’d been too far gone in my own head and lust to fight with that half of my being. Giving in to what he wanted would be bending over alongside Ashley and begging for Vanni’s cock and cum to fill me.
I hissed, tearing my hand off my groin for the arms of the chair where I sat enthralled over the sight of them together.
What made Ashley trust Vanni?
How had he weaseled his way into her life and suspicious mind?
Nothing about my female suggested she was a masochist until I’d seen with my own eyes how easily Vanni’s sadistic side matched her darker desires.
Other than rubbing over her reddened skin, Vanni didn’t touch her intimately. He didn’t offer the usual aftercare a submissive deserved after sceneing with their Dom.
Perhaps she didn’t trust the man she’d called master, as I had refused to do.
I frowned over the puzzle in my brain, watching as he carefully replaced her robe, now taking care to keep from touching her skin as he’d done with me. He retrieved a bottle of cold water, barely any words passing between them as they sat in chairs across from each other a few feet closer to me than the dais they’d scened upon.
He should have been cradling her in his arms. Soothing his palms over her skin, murmuring against her ear. Slowly bringing her back…
I took in her relaxed body, her face still flushed and blissed out from release. She hadn’t fallen into subspace, which meant she withheld a part of herself from him, same as I’d always done with Elijah.
I relaxed into my chair, my chest puffing out, wishing I could unhide myself, tell her who she belonged to, the only alpha she would ever fully submit to.
My beast hissed disagreement at my thoughts, but I ignored him, watching as Vanni led Ashley to the door of the women’s locker room a short while later.
I should have followed on her heels, but I wasn’t yet ready to leave.
She disappeared from sight, and I turned my watchful gaze onto Vanni, who spun to take in his lounge, hands on his hips, his bulge thick and inviting.
My backside ached, my empty hole desiring to be stuffed full while glides over my prostate caused pre-cum to pulse through my shaft.
“No,” I muttered even though my beast hadn’t spoken a word. But I did want release. Desperately. And a hot, willing Dom stood across the room from me.
Did he have another submissive to care for tonight now that Ashley was gone?
Would he agree to scene with me if I asked?
With how his body had responded to beating me with that cane, I didn’t doubt he would, given the chance to hurt me.
I would see Ashley home and return for one more taste of his heavy hand.
And tomorrow?
I would stride forward toward my destiny with no further hinderances, approach my female, and finally speak with her face-to-face.
Decision made, I strode across the lounge and waited silent and invisible in the entryway.
Both Vanni and Ashley appeared a few minutes later, bundled for the cold weather. I stood in the corner of the elevator they shared, watching as his hands fisted and released a few times. I understood his fight to keep from touching her.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Ash?” he asked once the doors closed, leaving them supposedly alone.
“Yes.” She smiled up at him but shivered as though aware I shared space with the two of them. “A little sore, but I love the reminder of what you gifted me.”
“Good.” The starburst in Vanni’s eyes seemed to glow as he looked down at her, warmth and more than affection lining his face.