Page 10 of First Time

Becky shook her head.

Fucking shook. Her. Head.

Heat rushed through me, a blinding light of rage I struggled to swallow down. The fucker leading her around on a leash didn’t allow her a way to shut shit down? Who the fuck did he think he was? A real Dom would never allow a scene to take place without a way for the submissive to end things if they weren’t comfortable.

Jesus Christ.

I bit my tongue, needing a minute to find my voice and trust myself to not go apeshit on the fucker I could feel studying my every move.

“If you want to stop,” I stated, my tone nothing but husky, restrained passion for violence, “say stop. Everything ends. No questions asked. And if you feel any pain, odd twinges, tingling, or loss of sensation, you tell me that immediately too. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again.

My dick bucked, the anger coursing through me be damned.

“Can I have your hand?” I asked, my voice low and raspy, the fact she turned me on evident to anyone with ears and eyes.

She offered without hesitation, the trust in her eyes like a live wire linked directly to my groin. I’d never had an act of submission turn me on like that—and I gloried in it. Fucking loved the fact she believed in my intentions without hesitation.

There would be no hiding how Becky affected me.

Hopefully, the other dominants in the group would be just as aroused by what they did—and by their submissive partner’s reactions to their touch.

Maybe Stephen wouldn’t care. The man’s presence alone screamed fragile masculinity, but the fact his woman made me hot might please him. Puff up his arrogance.

But fuck him and fuck his insecurity. I would make this good for his lovely submissive. For all those watching. And if Stephen caused shit, the bouncer at the exit could drag his ass from the room.

I slid my thumb across Becky’s palm and up over her wrist. A shiver rippled over her body, her full lips parting on a quick inhale.

“Any pain or tingling,” I asked as I gently probed around her hands and forearms, my dick still traveling up Swell-ville Boulevard.

“No, Sir.”

Teeth gritted against a slew of emotions battling for my focus, I forced my attention on the petal softness of her wrists, forearms, and inner elbows, taking longer than I normally would have with another submissive…like Bunny. A woman who didn’t turn me on.

Becky’s shoulders relaxed beneath my gentle touch, and satisfaction filled my chest over bringing her pleasure while explaining to the class how to check pressure points and map out the area they wished to bind.

As though Becky’s and my spirit intertwined through effortless glides of my fingertips over her skin, the tension easing from her coaxed mine to chill the fuck out as well.

When I knew I lingered too long in losing myself to having Becky under my hands, I tore myself away and picked up a bundle of hemp rope off the floor to address the class. “Go ahead and unravel one of the lengths that was on your chair.”

While the small crowd did as told, I unwound one of mine, two ends tumbling from my hands to the floor as I angled to face the audience.

“The center of a folded rope is called bight, and that’s a term I’ll be using a lot. We’ll start with the most basic, a single column tie.”

I turned back to Becky to find her gaze latched on my face rather than the floor. Anticipation filled her warm eyes. Stephen wouldn’t appreciate how she looked at me without permission, but my dick sure as fuck did.

“Hold out your right hand,” I murmured to her.

She did as told, her upraised arm only slightly shaky. My balls ached at her simple act of obedience to my command.

“Take the bight and wrap it around your sub’s arm just above the wrist, making sure to leave room for two fingers to pass between the rope and their skin,” I told the class, brushing my fingertips over her softness again as I did another turn.

A slight whimper passed her lips, and I fought for calm.

Her knees pressed together, her ass shifting enough to let me know my touch, my ropes binding her wrist, affected her in the same way it did me.

Unable to help myself, I glanced down between to the apex of her thick thighs and the dark, soft-looking curls hiding her pussy from sight. My chest rose on a deep inhale, but no sweet reward wafted past my nose.

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