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Her heart banged against the walls of her chest and fell right into the pit of her stomach, and her limbs morphed to mush. She remained trapped by Porter’s potent study of her, wondering if he always kissed like that. This was one Dom she’d never kissed before, and now she wondered if maybe that was a good thing. Was he simply a Dom capable of creating chemistry with any of his subs? She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally lowered his hand from her chin and stepped back.
“Follow me” was all he said.
She forced her legs to move as he headed toward the bondage table in the right corner of the dungeon. While his black T-shirt was stretched over impressive muscles, and Porter had many things going for him, what made him sexy were his masculine features and the strength he exuded. She passed among the tables, weaving herself around the other members of
Club Sin, who were either quiet in aftercare or chatting among themselves, and she concluded it was Porter’s stride that made him radiate sex. He commanded attention. His shoulders were high and his stride was smooth but purposeful. If there was danger in front of him, she didn’t doubt he’d walk with that slow gait, posing an equal threat.
Her body hummed in a foreign way as he approached the table. Then he turned to her, and under the playful edge she could see in his eyes, her heart tripped. It appeared she amused him, and that wasn’t at all what she intended. She never amused Doms. She irritated them to get her way. She was very good at it.
Fuck!
As she stepped closer to him, he offered his hand, and she placed hers within it. The slow, sensual music surrounded them, and a harsh buzz erupted through her. The corner of his mouth arched as he pulled her in to him. The heat from his body encased her, swallowing her whole. He dropped his head and his mouth rested mere centimeters from hers. “Anything you’d like to say before we start?”
She swallowed the added moisture in her mouth. “No.”
“Very well.” He ran his knuckles over her cheek and, shocking her, he placed a gentle kiss directly on her forehead.
A swell of emotion struck her hard in the chest. That kiss…God, he made her feel special and protected. Rejecting the thought, she allowed him to tug her toward the table. She’d dealt with many types of Doms, but Porter was getting under her skin.
She didn’t like it.
He looked over his shoulder at her, and she realized it was those spirited eyes that dropped the ground out from under her. His gaze reached right into her soul, past all her defenses, making her feel entirely naked. Almost as if he knew her better than she knew herself. What troubled her more was her reaction to him, as she sensed she could bare it all and he’d somehow take care of her.
She hastily reminded herself that this was a test. Porter had never asked her to be his submissive before now. He was only playing with her tonight and for the remainder of the month, because it meant he would receive Club Sin Master status. Remembering that, she shut down all emotion and lifted her chin. “Are we starting now?”
He chuckled.
Part of her ached to stay silent, to listen to his guidance without words, but that would be allowing herself to fall into his command. “You’re not going to talk to me?”
With a confident slowness, his eyes wandered over her from head to toe and her body temperature spiked, not in arousal, but in sizzling frustration. It became all too clear he needed to gain her submission and that he was playing with her emotions to get it. Oh, he is so stupid if he thinks I’ll allow that. “Are you going to answer me?” she snapped.
Again, he said nothing.
Nor did he look at her.
He moved in behind her and pressed his foot against the back of her knee, forcing her into a kneeling position. Her head naturally drifted down before she realized what she was doing and jerked her chin up, refusing to succumb to Porter’s mastery.
He wanted submission. She demanded the pain she needed to drift away from reality. Her needs outweighed his, and now, with her emotions at risk, she fought against every single submissive tendency inside. Pain mixed with pleasure gave her what she needed, and, as a added bonus, she loved getting a Dom all worked up.
Refocused on her part in this all, she scanned the crowd, noticing Dmitri sitting with his pretty blond submissive, Presley Flynn. He was the reason she played with Porter now, and she knew everyone in the dungeon would soon be observing them to see how she reacted. And to also see if she fought against Porter like she did every Dom.
Porter’s low chuckle drifted from her side; apparently, he didn’t care that she wasn’t in proper submissive posture. In fact, that amusement indicated to her that he liked it. Hot irritation flared through her. She didn’t want this intimacy. She wanted him to get her naked, flogged, and fucked.
She said in her sassiest voice, “What next?”
His eyes danced. Literally danced with enjoyment. His mouth also stayed tightly shut.
She heaved a sigh.
He folded his arms and his mouth pinched shut. Kenzie was done with waiting and decided to get things moving along. Doms loved her C-cup breasts, and most times when she exposed them, they got down to business.
She reached back to remove her bra, and Porter’s features hardened. “Not a wise decision.”
“You know, a woman tends to be naked in a scene,” she retorted. “And you thought I was a newbie.”
His silence and lack of reaction made her grit her teeth. Most Doms she could read like a book, and by now, she already would have been punished. Porter simply grinned at her. She pondered a way to push him—to unleash the Dom within.
Stuck in a complete stare-down, she counted to two hundred and fourteen before she sensed her shoulders relaxing. She couldn’t possibly hold that position any longer. Porter inclined his head and then patted the bondage bench. “Come, kitten, kneel here for me.”
