Page 10 of What About Love

“Nice.” Grinning, he glanced over at Mara. “Your idea, too, I’m guessing?”

Unable to speak, she shrugged. Although her face was still pink, her eyes were bright with mischief.

“The girls are more depraved than we are, T. My fluffy bunny certainly has a vivid imagination.”

“That makes you very lucky, my friend.”

“Yep, that’s what she calls me,” Sean explained as he curled his arm and brought Mara closer.

As T scanned the eager subs on the dais, he hoped Sean’s sub’s depravity and creativity had rubbed off on the others. Judging by the way several lovely ladies were eyeing him openly like he was the last triple chocolate fudge brownie in the bakery case, he was in for a good night.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find a naughty sub—or two—in need of incarceration.”

With a wink to Mara, he crossed to the dais, took the short flight of steps in two bounds, casting his best bad boy smile at the row of waiting submissives.

***

THE DEATH GRIP SHEhad on Dan’s hand was undoubtedly cutting off his circulation, yet he didn’t say a word about it. What he did was stay by her side, as he promised.

“You’re here to observe and ask questions tonight. I’ll answer all that you have. Tomorrow we’ll get here early to go over the equipment, implements, and practice poses. Pay close attention to how the subs interact with the doms. There’s a deferential manner you’ll need to imitate to be convincing. You’ll also need to learn the key rules of sub etiquette, which includes things like respectful address, asking for permission to speak, and the like.”

“Great,” she muttered. “Sounds like it’s gonna be a real blast for me.”

“And that right there is why we’ll practice, repeatedly. Your sass is going to get you spanked unless you learn to tone it down. Dominants will consider it a challenge and most likely label you as a brat. Not a good thing unless you enjoy a blistered butt.”

“Appreciate the tip, sir,” was her reflexive response. Upon hearing the edge of sarcasm in her tone, she flashed him the most innocent look she could muster.

He simply shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I have one thing to ask right off. What’s with all the kneeling?”

“Good question, but the answer isn’t as straightforward as you’d think. Kneeling means different things to different people. For some, it’s used to get the dom and sub in the right mindset for a scene. To others, it can instill a feeling of subservience, helplessness, and humility. I’ve seen subs go down on their knees to show their devotion and, if they did something wrong, offer themselves for sex or punishment to make amends. Personally, I find kneeling the ultimate sign of submission. I don’t demand it, although having been on the receiving end, I have found it a beautiful gift from a sub, if given freely.” Speaking softly, he tipped his head to the right. “Take that slave over there—”

She followed where he indicated. A beautiful blonde sat at her master’s feet, her cheek resting against his thigh while he gently stroked her hair. Although he was involved in a conversation with other doms and dommes on one of the many viewing couches, it was obvious she had his attention.

“See how content she is simply being at his feet, savoring his touch, and enjoying a quiet moment?”

Angie eyed the woman closely. Her face was lovely in its tranquility. She took in the gold and diamond choker around her neck with interest.

“I expected a slave to wear a heavy leather collar or chains, spikes even.”

“Often that’s true, but some masters, like Allen there, have taken to custom-made jeweled collars so that their slaves can wear them every day. Christy wears hers to PTA meetings, but no one ever suspects their president willingly kneels at her husband’s feet.”

“For real?” Her voice rose with surprise. These were people who lived ordinary lives when they cast off their leather and cuffs.

“For real,” Dan echoed back, amused. “Come on.” Grinning, he hooked an arm around her neck. “It’s time for shock and awe, newbie. Let’s tour the stations.”

***

HE FOCUSED HIS GAZEon the jiggling cheeks of the sub bent over in front of him. Each time he plunged deep, he savored the tightening of her pussy as it gripped his cock. The drag of her velvety heat upon every withdrawal was equally pleasant. Although nothing felt as good as a warm, willing pussy, he was distracted.

Cracking open one lid, he considered her dom. Did the man never shut up?

From the beginning, Edward had coached his sub through nearly every step of the scene, but for the blow job, it became incessant.Slow down, it’s not a race, was followed by a demand togo faster. His order toadd more tonguepreceded a string of commands;harder, lick my balls,andmore suction.

The poor sub. He didn’t know how she focused on anything. Most subs would have used their safeword and ended the scene. Bolder ones would have long since told him to go fuck himself and he wouldn’t have blamed them. Emily had patience. He’d give her that.

As good as it felt, he was close to end the annoying scene himself, yet he needed to get off, badly. The couple had been seeking a third, the sub interested in being topped by two doms and taking both their cocks at once.

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