Page 8 of First Time

That fact had never stopped Stephen from trying to turn me on, though.

Stephen paused beside two men taking a blonde woman at the same time. I cringed at the idea of a threesome, knowing that no man but Stephen would ever be turned on by the sight of my extra. As usual, his crude remarks burned my cheeks, and I clenched my eyes shut as he announced to all within hearing distance that I was frigid and unable to perform sexually. Thank God for lube, otherwise, I would be in pain more often than not.

A whisper of…something slid over my skin, releasing some of the tension knotting my neck and shoulders.

Layers of scents clouded the room, but a waft of spicy citrus flitted past my nose, and I lifted my head, breathing deeply. A strange tingle stirred between my thighs. I’d never smelled anything so delicious.

A quick glance around didn’t reveal which man wore the cologne, but a wide-shouldered giant moved across the lounge, russet hair mussed, his tight ass encased in what looked like worn, supple black leather. Heat rushed through my body at the sight of him, and I shifted on my feet, lips parting. Every step landed with confidence. Every stride flexed his fine backside.

I tore my gaze off of him and returned my attention to the floor.

Jealousy was one of Stephen’s character flaws, and I knew better than to get caught staring at another man. It would earn me at least an hour under his flogger.

Digging my short nails into my palms, I followed along behind Stephen, humiliated by my nakedness he want to show off. He took pride in how I appeared even though he sometimes teased me for eating too much. He got off on uploading the videos he made of us together onto that site I refused to visit.

But doing those things made him happy. Smile. Sometimes they even brought a return of his gentleness and kisses that reminded me of a better time.

My limbs twitched when we finally left the lounge and headed back through a hallway lined with doors. I kept my focus on the navy carpet beneath my bare feet and Stephen’s tug on my collar if I fell behind.

We entered a room, and the lack of sexual sounds and scents enticed me to lift my head for a peek around. A handful of other couples mingled in apparent stations set up for each of them, their quiet murmurs loud in the stillness as Stephen led me farther into the room.

“Good evening,” a deep voice rumbled, hushing the others in attendance and drawing my focus to the dais in front of us. The redheaded giant I’d seen walking away from us loomed on stage, his dark-eyed gaze roaming across the couples. His front proved as equally alluring as his backside. Wide shoulders rippled with muscle. Prominent pectorals. Ridges down his abdomen…a red happy trail disappeared into leather pants that cupped his groin like a lover’s touch.

I swallowed hard, glancing over his thick thighs, muscular calves, and black boots.

He was perfection…a truly magnificent specimen of a man that acted like a magnet to my body. I wanted to step forward. Feel his eyes on me. His touch. Hell, just hearing his voice—

“I am Master Cooney, and I’m the shibari master who is teaching class tonight in place of Master Lamond.” His low tone slid like silk over my ears and pebbled my skin.

That tingle I’d felt in the lounge returned with a bit more force, and I chewed on the inside of my lip trying to figure it out even as my pulse heightened.

His gaze flitted over the crowd, snagging on Stephen as he welcomed us. A frown flitted over his brow before he moved on to the next couple without glancing my way, as though I was nothing more than a lowly sub on a leash, unworthy of his attention.

Eyes stinging, I lowered my head.

Master Cooney continued speaking, but I didn’t listen. Although his dismissal of my presence hurt, my body still longed to get closer to him. My feet grew restless, every inch of my skin prickling with awareness regardless of his intimidating size. Like Stephen, the man was a Dom. And the size of his hands? His spankings probably hurt like hell.

A shiver slid down my spine. I did not want to find out if that was the case or not.

Stephen tugged on my lead rope, his hand on my lower back pushing me forward fast enough I stumbled. “My Becky will scene with you.”

“Wha—”

“Don’t you dare embarrass me,” Stephen hissed against my ear, unfastening the lead rope from the collar he’d bought to properly parade me around the kink club. “Get your lush ass up there and obey the man.”

Open-mouthed, I stared at Stephen, fighting for clarity of what I’d missed. Volunteer. Scene with another Dom. Had Stephen lost his mind? Forgotten his jealousy—it seemed his desire to humiliate me tonight knew no bounds.

He pinched my ass, and I flinched, biting my tongue to keep from squealing. “Get up there,” he insisted.

“You don’t have to be my submissive for the class if you don’t want to.” Master Cooney’s quiet words drew my attention back to the dais. Light freckles spattered over his high cheekbones, his Grecian nose set over perfect lush lips with a Cupid’s bow and teardrop. His jawline was shadowed by trimmed red scruff that appeared soft rather than abrasive.

He offered me a small smile, the kindness in his eyes a contradiction to the appearance of his massive bulk and looming presence.

I swallowed against sudden tears, realizing he reminded me of the teddy I’d held in bed as a child. Russet fur with the sweetest chocolate-brown eyes, Beary had offered comfort regardless of his small size. Master Cooney stood easily six feet over the size of my old stuffed animal, but the soothing effects of his attention calmed me all the same.

“I-I do want to,” I whispered the truth I recognized in my trembling body.

“You have my permission as her Dom to touch her,” Stephen stated, arrogance in his tone.

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