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"Yes...please."
His eyes glittered with pleasure as she sounded as he'd predicted, a shiver of longing through her words.
"Hmm. We'll see." He idly rubbed his thumb over her clit and she jerked up off the wall like he'd touched her with electrical current. "I like to see you suffer like this," he said ruthlessly. "I bet you'd give me one hell of a blowjob right now. Enough to convince me you deserve to come."
She remembered he liked her to use her words. "Yes, please. Let me do that."
His brown eyes were firelight. "No. It's enough to know that you would drop to your knees and suck me off without question if I told you to do it. I want to see you come. Now."
He was rubbing her again, and the climax came at his command, her hips working against his touch. He caught her nape and jerked her to him to kiss her hard and deep as she cried out her release in his mouth. Tears spilled out, that surfeit of emotion that always surged from her subconscious when he commanded her body in new and unexpected ways. It was a painful, perfect edge between ecstasy and heartbreak, between getting everything she'd ever wanted and knowing she was giving him the power to take it all away.
He worked her through the full range of sensation, until she was sensitive and his fingertips were barely brushing her, yet still she convulsed against him, her weak fingers over his wrist. She didn't pull him away, but pressed closer, and he understood, adjusting so his palm cupped her cunt, sealing in aftershocks that coursed through her like rippling water.
He massaged her, taking her down easy. He didn't neglect aftercare, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and back, letting her burrow against him. He kissed her hair, her ears, soothing her as she shook in his arms. She imagined how it must look, his body sheltering hers in the corner. Surrounded by the whole world but alone together. In what real-world place could they have done what they'd just done without interruption, without censure or judgment? Those around them wouldn't cross into their personal space until they were ready to rejoin the world again.
"Know where I'm going to take you when we leave tonight?" His voice was a vibrating bass through her ear, where she rested her face against his chest and shoulder.
"Anywhere you want. Frequently."
He paused. "I'll remind you of that when we're on the I-85 overpass. I'm going to take you to Steak 'n Shake for a milkshake. They have great ones."
"Okay," she said, smiling into his shirt front even as she blotted her tears there. "But, um, can I do something for you first?"
"You'll take care of that later." He tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. "When we're alone."
"But it was okay to do this to me in front of the masses? A dominance, 'this bitch is mine' kind of thing?"
His teeth flashed. "If you like, love." He kissed her, cradling her face, devastatingly tender where he'd been demanding a heartbeat earlier.
"I would have done what you were just implying here and now," she said, "but I kind of knew you'd want to wait. So I was asking for something else."
"Oh. Typical thickheaded Dom, assuming I know every damn thing." He gave her a lopsided smile. "What is it you want, Julie? Ask me."
He could chastise himself as he'd just done, be self-deprecating, and in the same breath hold onto the reins. He meant it; he wanted her to request permission to do whatever it was she wanted to do for him. It sent another hot little thrill through her. Despite his claim that he preferred private one-on-one time with subs, a public venue brought out a side to him she liked.
"May I touch you? Just touch you."
In answer, he gripped her hand and guided it under the kilt. It was only him beneath. She closed her fingers over a cock that was thick and impressively hard. She stroked him lightly, running her thumb over the slit to gather the pre-come on the pad. "Are you sure about waiting?"
She wanted to take him in her mouth. She didn't care who saw, even though she still wasn't into public sex. This didn't feel like that to her.
"Yes. And no." He gave her a wry look as he removed her hand from around his cock and beneath the kilt, giving her a reproving squeeze. "The way you ju
st licked your pretty lips tempts me beyond description. But I want to watch you get all spun up again. Then I'm going to take you to Steak 'n Shake and home. Once it's just the two of us, I'll use you so hard you'll need a walker tomorrow. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough." She needed the teasing, because things were pulsing between her legs, telling her that her normal recovery time was going to get a serious upgrade tonight, thanks to Des's skills.
As they turned their focus back to the rope area, she found Logan wasn't the only one whose skills were in demand. Once some of the riggers realized he was watching, they called out to Des to come out on the floor and give them a demonstration of his skills. She was moved when he declined politely with the simple explanation, "I'm here for Julie tonight."
What she liked as much as that was the others let it go immediately, respecting his decision. She didn't want to see his hands on another sub tonight, and she wasn't comfortable with being tied up in front of a bunch of people.
Or so she thought.
The experienced riggers did everything so smoothly their subs went into a bound trance almost effortlessly, bodies sculpted into graceful shapes from the knots and wraps of the rope. Yet the less experienced riggers could still tap into that magic, building a similar connection with murmured communication and reverent strokes of their fingertips along a rapt submissive's face, tracing parted, eager lips.
The key seemed to be the connection between each pair. Julie was particularly pulled into the devotion and intensity between committed couples. She could tell which ones were scene hookups and those in a long term relationship. In the latter, the sub was telegraphing I trust my Master or Mistress. I love him/her. I want to be seen as theirs. This was a place where it was safe to make that declaration, where it would be respected, appreciated. Understood and validated.
She glanced up at Des. He'd been explaining things to her when needed, soliciting her reaction and opinions, making sure she wasn't getting tired of it and wanting to look at other things. On the contrary. They'd been here for the past thirty minutes, so they'd decided to sit on the floor at the edge of the action. She was turned on her hip, curled up against him, his arms around her and her cheek on his chest as they watched.
