Page 17 of Devoured
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
She stuck out her hand. “Let’s shake on it. I convince you of my submission, then you give me the club.”
“And if you don’t, you walk away.”
I shook her hand. Her slender muscles twisted over each knuckle. Everything about Iris was taut with muscle, thin and sinewy, and yet she was delicate too. A fragile being wrapped inside of a hard, outer shell. She protected herself. Being a dominatrix was part of that.
“I won’t lose,” she said, her eye contact strong, not daring to look away.
“We’ll see about that,” I said. “Kneel.”
The word came out in a subtle burst. She almost hadn’t heard it. But once it clicked, she immediately slid out of the booth and got down on her knees, on the floor, facing me. Tucked her hands behind her back. I guessed that she had never submitted before, but she had been around. She knew exactly what was expected of her.
I stood up, my cock twitching as I looked down at her big doe eyes. I put a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at me.
“Good girl,” I said.
I licked my lips as I ran my finger over her bottom lip, and she shuddered.
There were things I was looking forward to doing to Iris, but not tonight.
I crossed the lounge, making my way towards the bar, and heard her stand to follow me.
“I didn’t say you could get up,” I said loudly without turning towards her. She shuffled back to her knees. At the bar, I glanced in her direction; she was biting her tongue, trying not to show her disgust even if it raged inside of her. I loved seeing her struggle, the way it was written painfully across her face.
After I introduced myself to the bartenders and was out of her earshot, I called the Adlers. Wil answered on the first ring.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“I have a favor to ask. It’s about Iris,” I said.
“You want the surveillance?”
“Yeah. But outside only. Not inside the buildings,” I said. “Whenever she goes anywhere.”
“Got it.”
“And there’s another thing I need your help with. I can pay a good amount.”
“What do you need?”
I left Iris there. Continued the conversation with Wil, then hung up. Walked around the club. Made small talk. When I had the chance to glance at her, Iris was always there, on her knees, her hands behind her back, watching me as I made my way around the club, introducing myself to every worker. A fistful of her hair and I could fuck her pretty little mouth in that position, using her like I know she used the club members here.
I hadn’t said that she could stand, but I also hadn’t said that she had to stay there. Picking Iris apart, petal by petal, was going to be amusing. All she wanted was her club. And if she wanted it, she would have to break apart. That was a prize I would enjoy taking.
