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fur reached only to the top of her creamy white thighs. Right where he wanted his hand. If she bent over, everyone would have an enticing glimpse of the ribbon-tied, peppermint-striped bra and thong set he’d bought.
Wanting her to feel comfortable, he’d chosen relatively conservative clothing. Of course, being a dom, he’d selected for his own pleasure also.
The wide sleeves would accommodate wrist cuffs, and only a securely fastened leather belt held the buttonless coat closed. Poor sub. Belt and ribbons could and would be removed over the course of the evening. He hardened at the thought of revealing those sweet curves.
When she spotted him, her eyes lit up in a way that made his chest compress. Her head might tell her not to get involved, but apparently her emotions matched his. He’d do his best to see that her emotions won.
He crooked a finger, then grinned as her passage across the room netted interested glances from the dominants.
One stepped away from her friends. Tara gave Rona a long look. “Oh, that’s nice. Tell me she likes girls and not boys.”
“No,” Simon told the tall domme, not looking away from his sub. “She’s straight.”
Tara’s eyebrows went up. “Well, well. I haven’t seen that look in your eyes in a long time…if ever.” She slapped his arm in approval before returning to her group.
Rona stopped in front of Simon.
“You look lovely,” he said and enjoyed how her cheeks turned pink.
“Thank you. And thank you for…for giving me enough costume.”
“You are very welcome.” He tugged her silky hair lightly. “Do bear in mind that submissives usually wind up wearing less clothing by the end of a party.”
The wary look she gave him included a fair amount of excitement. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“These are the rules: as is normal for a submissive at a party, you will serve the doms food and drinks. Since you’re not owned, a dom may touch any part of you that isn’t covered.” He grinned when her arms wrapped protectively around the coat. “Touch only, pet. Scenes and intimate play must be negotiated. The safe word in my house is ‘red.’ Some doms and subs have their own safe words, but if someone shouts ‘red’ in here, everyone shows up to enforce it.”
“That’s both scary and reassuring,” she said.
Smart girl. Despite all the precautions, BDSM still hovered on the dangerous side. “Before playing, you will inform the dom of your inexperience. But as an additional precaution, I had this made for you.” He pulled the gold necklace from his pocket and put it around her neck. It settled just below her throat.
She picked up the lettered part and tucked her chin down to read it. Elf-in-training . Her laugh was husky and open.
Would she laugh during sex? He’d given her intense; how about playful? He shoved the question aside. “Now, who would you like to meet?”
*
Rona chatted with an older dom named Michael in the great room. During the past hour, she’d wandered around, just observing the interesting scenes going on. Master Simon had scattered BDSM equipment over the entire first floor for the party. Tables and spanking benches with various forms of restraints were in the living and dining rooms, a massive St. Andrew’s cross stood in the center of his great room. The large granite-countered kitchen held a stockade, and chains dangled from the exposed beams. All set up to entice people to play.
So, dammit, why couldn’t she find a dom who was half the man Master Simon was? Whenever he entered the room, she could feel his presence—a shimmering aura of power. His gaze would sweep the room and settle on her. He’d look her over so thoroughly, she’d feel the heat rise in her cheeks. And then he’d turn away.
Leaving her alone, as he’d promised.
That was what she wanted, right? She really did need to have a few more men on her string before indulging in hot, roaring sex with him. Just the thought made her mouth dry. Bad
Wanting her to feel comfortable, he’d chosen relatively conservative clothing. Of course, being a dom, he’d selected for his own pleasure also.
The wide sleeves would accommodate wrist cuffs, and only a securely fastened leather belt held the buttonless coat closed. Poor sub. Belt and ribbons could and would be removed over the course of the evening. He hardened at the thought of revealing those sweet curves.
When she spotted him, her eyes lit up in a way that made his chest compress. Her head might tell her not to get involved, but apparently her emotions matched his. He’d do his best to see that her emotions won.
He crooked a finger, then grinned as her passage across the room netted interested glances from the dominants.
One stepped away from her friends. Tara gave Rona a long look. “Oh, that’s nice. Tell me she likes girls and not boys.”
“No,” Simon told the tall domme, not looking away from his sub. “She’s straight.”
Tara’s eyebrows went up. “Well, well. I haven’t seen that look in your eyes in a long time…if ever.” She slapped his arm in approval before returning to her group.
Rona stopped in front of Simon.
“You look lovely,” he said and enjoyed how her cheeks turned pink.
“Thank you. And thank you for…for giving me enough costume.”
“You are very welcome.” He tugged her silky hair lightly. “Do bear in mind that submissives usually wind up wearing less clothing by the end of a party.”
The wary look she gave him included a fair amount of excitement. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“These are the rules: as is normal for a submissive at a party, you will serve the doms food and drinks. Since you’re not owned, a dom may touch any part of you that isn’t covered.” He grinned when her arms wrapped protectively around the coat. “Touch only, pet. Scenes and intimate play must be negotiated. The safe word in my house is ‘red.’ Some doms and subs have their own safe words, but if someone shouts ‘red’ in here, everyone shows up to enforce it.”
“That’s both scary and reassuring,” she said.
Smart girl. Despite all the precautions, BDSM still hovered on the dangerous side. “Before playing, you will inform the dom of your inexperience. But as an additional precaution, I had this made for you.” He pulled the gold necklace from his pocket and put it around her neck. It settled just below her throat.
She picked up the lettered part and tucked her chin down to read it. Elf-in-training . Her laugh was husky and open.
Would she laugh during sex? He’d given her intense; how about playful? He shoved the question aside. “Now, who would you like to meet?”
*
Rona chatted with an older dom named Michael in the great room. During the past hour, she’d wandered around, just observing the interesting scenes going on. Master Simon had scattered BDSM equipment over the entire first floor for the party. Tables and spanking benches with various forms of restraints were in the living and dining rooms, a massive St. Andrew’s cross stood in the center of his great room. The large granite-countered kitchen held a stockade, and chains dangled from the exposed beams. All set up to entice people to play.
So, dammit, why couldn’t she find a dom who was half the man Master Simon was? Whenever he entered the room, she could feel his presence—a shimmering aura of power. His gaze would sweep the room and settle on her. He’d look her over so thoroughly, she’d feel the heat rise in her cheeks. And then he’d turn away.
Leaving her alone, as he’d promised.
That was what she wanted, right? She really did need to have a few more men on her string before indulging in hot, roaring sex with him. Just the thought made her mouth dry. Bad
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