Page 69 of Taming Her

Luckily Griff didn’t hear and continued, “Not as much as some submissives do, Ray.” He paused. “But it does make her wet so you have a point.”

“Oh!” Ava tensed when Griff ran his fingers between her legs and pressed her thong to her pussy lips.

She squirmed, thinking of the eyeful Ray would be getting. No doubt her arousal was seeping onto the material and darkening it.

“You should fuck her, now, here,” Ray said.

“She doesn’t deserve fucking, not at the moment.” He snapped her dress back into place and hauled her upright.

Ava scrabbled for something to hold onto, but quickly found herself kneeling on the floor again at Griff’s side with the cushion beneath her knees. She glared up at him. “I hate you.”

He scowled, two neat lines etching over his brow. He lowered his face to hers and tightened the lead so she could go nowhere. Setting his thumb over her lips, he dragged right, slowly smearing her red lipstick to her cheek. He kept on going, stretching her lips. “And I love you, Ava, why the fuck do you think we’re doing this.” He tugged the lead with one hand and placed his hand on the top of her head with the other.

Her head was pressed onto his lap, so she was staring at his groin, and her lipstick-stained cheek was squashed on his thigh. His words rattled around her head.

I love you.

“Close your eyes,” he said, the wide pressure from his hand firm on her head. “You’ve lost the right to look around. You’ll keep your head in my lap until I tell you otherwise.”

She sniffed and closed her eyes.

“No one is looking at you,” he went on, his breath washing over her hair, “no one is interested in you, Ava, so don’t think they are. You’re a submissive, I’m your dom. The only person you should be thinking of is me, and how to please me. Stop thinking the world revolves around you, because this isn’t your world and it damn well doesn’t.”

She closed her eyes tighter, a tear escaped.

Had she ever felt so small and insignificant? No. But had she ever felt so protected and loved either? Griff had been right, she hated to admit it. He’d stopped her smoking. She didn’t want to smoke, she knew it was bad, yet temptation had won the battle and without him she would have lit up; hell, she’d have ordered cocktails too.

And that wasn’t who she wanted to be anymore.

That thought was real and true and like a small ball of light inside her it was growing. A light that was nurtured by Griff’s rules.

Maybe not so stupid rules.

Chapter 14

Ava sat for what felt like an hour with her head on Griff’s lap and the sounds of the club carrying on around her. There was something comforting about his hand on her head, keeping her there. She had no responsibilities, wasn’t required to look her best, engage in conversation, or knock back as many drinks as she could.

“Ah, look,” Ray said. “It’s Lisa and Brandon, they usually make for a good show.”

“Yeah, they do.” Griff shifted on the seat, adjusting his position.

Ava moved a little with him.

The music volume increased and the conversation quieted.

Ava was desperate to look at the stage and see what was going on. The atmosphere in the room had changed, sharpened; something was definitely happening.

But she didn’t move a muscle.

After a few minutes of her imagination running riot, Griff moved again.

She cracked open her eyes and was surprised how light the room was after being in her own darkness for so long, though in actual fact it hadn’t changed from when she’d entered.

Her focus settled on the zipper of Griff’s pants. It was straining forward.

He’s hard.

A glut of excitement went through her. Whatever was happening on the stage had yanked his chain. Oh, what she’d do to turn and look. She’d made out gasping and moaning but no other clue.

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