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Because he was watching her profile, he saw the corner of her mouth dip down. “What’s interesting, sir?”
“When you look at her, you just see a woman. You don’t seem to be picking apart her body or cataloging her flaws. So why, kitten, is that all you do when you look in the mirror?”
“That’s different.”
“Why?”
Another soft huff, and this time she tried to move away, but a quick twist of his fingers settled her back into position. “I don’t know. It’s just different. Aren’t you more critical of yourself than others, especially on the field?”
“Yeah. But I also know that when the fans are watching me, most of them aren’t critiquing every second of my performance. Even on my worst days, I know I’m putting on a good show. And I’m damn proud of it.”
“I don’t want to be putting on a show.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned back, leaned into him. “I just want to be allowed to exist, as I am, without needing to justify myself.”
The sadness in her voice nearly broke him. “You don’t have to justify yourself to me. Fuck everybody else.”
“I wish it were that easy.”
On stage, the brunette was gently lowered to the ground, where her Dom promptly wrapped her in a blanket and ushered her down the steps on the side. At the edge of his vision, one of the DMs caught his attention and waved him up.
“Come on, kitten. It’s our turn.”
* * *
Katherine
It’s our turn.
Kit’s eyes flew open and she tilted her head further back to look up at him. “Our turn? What do you mean ‘our turn’?”
“You’re forgetting yourself, kitten.” He tapped her lightly on the nose. “How do you address me?”
Really? That was what he expected her to focus on? “What do you mean it’s our turn, sir?” she managed to force out, though the words lacked anything even in the neighborhood of respect.
“Our scene. On your feet.”
“Why?”
A strong hand wrapped around her throat as he smiled down at her. “Do you need to know why?”
A dozen arguments danced on her tongue, but she held them back and shook her head as much as his hold on her allowed. When he released her, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet. She wobbled a bit, between the heels and the fuzzy feeling in her legs from having been on her knees. But Austin caught her, held her in place until she gave him an equally wobbly smile.
“I’m fine, sir.”
With a quick nod of acknowledgement, he took her hand and led her up those same steps to the stage. She froze when they reached the middle of the stage, painfully aware of the people sprawled across the couches in front of the stage, watching as they took their places.
“Hey. Eyes on me, kitten.”
Shifting her attention to him, the hammering of her heart dulled to a quiet knocking. “Sir?”
“Do you trust me?”
Since that was the only thing keeping her from running out the door, she nodded. “Yes. Completely, sir.”
“Then eyes on me. We’re the only ones who matter, yeah?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, strip.”
