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Then he scooped her up, carried her to the sofa, and made her come twice, just so he could watch her face.
* * * *
On the last Saturday in January, the St. Louis Kink Club held their monthly board meeting and play party. The board meeting ran late, as usual, so by the time James and Amanda made their way to the party, it was already in full swing.
“I still think it’s a better idea to hold the conference at a smaller hotel,” Amanda said. “That way we can block it out entirely, and we don’t have to worry that we’re going to shock the tourists.”
“But a smaller hotel won’t have the event space we need for the parties, or enough conference rooms for all the workshops we want to offer,” James pointed out.
Amanda huffed out a breath, annoyed. “Tell me why we agreed to be on the board again?”
James ran a soothing hand down her arm. “Because we care about our community and wanted to serve it.”
“Right.” She stepped into the play space and glanced around. The open end of the small warehouse was well lit, if a little chilly, and there were already people playing on the various pieces of equipment scattered around the perimeter of the room. The bar was set up along the far end, with a petite blonde behind it.
“Oh, Olivia’s here.” Amanda started forward, intent on getting a drink and catching up with her friend, then stopped. “Am I allowed to drink tonight, or are we playing?”
“We’re playing,” he informed her, and hefted the leather satchel that served as his toy bag to prove it. “No booze.”
“Okay,” she replied, not even a little disappointed that she’d be drinking soda instead of whiskey. “Is it okay if I go over and say hi?”
“That’s fine.” He ran an affectionate hand down her hair, then unzipped the satchel and pulled out a thin strip of black leather. “Once you’re appropriately attired.”
She stood quietly while he buckled the collar into place, feeling the familiar sense of calm wash over her. She didn’t wear a collar in her everyday life, the way many submissives in committed relationships did, but she always wore one when they were in public kink spaces, whether they planned to play or not. The collar was a reminder to others that she was unavailable and reinforced the D/s dynamic that she had with James. It wasn’t 24/7, even when they were at home, but regarding sex and kink, he was in charge, and the collar was a physical reminder of that.
He ran a finger under the leather, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and dropped a light kiss on her lips. “I need to check on a few things. I want you to stay in the bar area until I come find you. Clear?”
“Clear, Sir,” she said. She wanted to ask what kind of scene they would be doing. She knew it wouldn’t be a puppy play scene. They’d agreed to talk more thoroughly before doing it again, especially in public, but that still left a whole world of kinky possibilities.
He must have read the questions on her face, because his smile went smirky as he waggled his finger. “No questions. You’ll know when you need to know.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said it with a pout just for form, then stretched to her toes to give him a smacking kiss. “Do I have permission to go pee if necessary?”
“Yes, you do.” He hooked his fingers in the collar and gave it a short yank. “You can even use the bathroom this time.”
“You’re a laugh riot, Sir,” she said, and remembered at the last minute that rolling her eyes at him in public fell under the heading of Very Bad Idea.
“I know.” He tugged the collar again, this time pulling her closer, and kissed her. “Go. I’ll find you when I’m ready.”
She walked away, adding an extra swish to her hips because she knew he was watching, and grinned to herself when his soft laugh reached her ears.
She made her way through the crowd, pausing here and there to exchange friendly greetings. She stepped up to the bar, which was really just a reception desk that had been left behind in one of the warehouse’s offices. But it had a fancy marble top and plenty of storage for cups and booze, so it worked.
“Amanda.” Olivia beamed, her hazel eyes lighting up as she leaned over for a hug. “It’s good to see you.”
“You, too.” Amanda returned the hug enthusiastically. “I didn’t know you were tending bar tonight.”
“Well, I can’t play, so Kyle volunteered to DM, and signed me up to tend bar.”
“Why can’t you play?”
Oliva took a step back so Amanda could see past the short, snug dress to the elastic bandage wrapped around her knee. “I hyper-extended it yesterday.”
“Ouch.” Amanda winced in sympathy. “Are you okay?”
“Sore, but it’ll be fine. It just needs rest. Elevation, ice, the usual.”
“Then why aren’t you icing and elevating it?” a deep voice asked, and both women jumped.
