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James
I’ll do my best.
James grit his teeth to keep from moaning his pleasure right into her ear.
“Let’s go!” a deep voice yelled out from the crowd as the last couple descended the steps of the stage.
“You’re right! It’s time for our participants to start Valentine Roulette! Good luck!” Madison announced, starting the evening off.
His little sub for the night tensed beneath his grip, and he inhaled the moment.
“What should I call you? Master James?” she asked, remaining still. He recalled the conversation she had with her roommate. ‘Sir’ felt wrong after hearing she’d been forced to use the term with strangers who hadn’t bothered to take the time to earn her trust—her submission. It was a tainted label.
And an unnecessary one.
“James will do.” He released her throat. “We need to find a space, and I have to get to the costume room.” Her hand fit snuggly in his palm as he took it in his.
Green eyes turned up at him, confusion sparkling in her eyes. “Did I do something wrong already?”
“Wrong?” Nothing about his little pet was wrong.
“You want me to call you only by your name?”
The tension in her body trailed through her hand. Whatever she’d been taught previously, he’d need to wipe it clean. At least for their time together.
“I wouldn’t worry about it. You won’t be able to use it much during this first scene anyway.” He gave her hand a little squeeze, then tugged her along with him.
The players were already fanning out toward the equipment they needed for their scene. For what he had planned, he didn’t need anything fancy. He led her past the bar toward the main room where he found an empty play space they could use. Bringing her up on the platform, he looked around, finding what he wanted.
“I’m going to go to the costume room to get a few things. While I’m gone, get one of those light chairs along the wall and bring it up here.” He looked over at the spanking bench. “I’ll move this when I get back.”
“We can do that. What do you need?” Miles, one of the Dungeon Monitors for Black Light, approached the two.
“Great. I need this area clear except for the chair she’s going to bring up,” James explained.
“No problem. We can get you a chair too.”
“No thanks.” James shook his head. “I’ve given her an instruction. She’ll get it.” He glanced at Sandra. If she hadn’t been standing beneath one of the lights in the ceiling, he may have missed the sweet blush covering her cheeks.
“I’ll get the chair,” she promised.
“Good.” He squeezed her hand once more, then let go. “I’ll be right back.” He hopped down from the platform and walked away, fighting the urge to peek over his shoulder to see if she was following his orders. Not because he was unsure she would, but because he didn’t want her to think he had any doubts.
From the short conversation they’d had, he sensed her desire—no, her need—to obey. He also got the idea the people she’d surrounded herself with had a different meaning of the word. If she thought a checklist of behaviors was coming her way, she’d be wrong.
When James approached the costume room, Dominic, one of the attendants, was busy talking with another dominant, helping him pick out a babygirl outfit. James stared for a moment. He could envision Sandra in the little dress Dominic held up, the white ruffles under the plaid skirt peeking out as they rode right at the edge of her ass cheeks. His cock shifted in his jeans.
“Sorry. I was out back.” A soft, sweet voice cut through his musing. “Can I help you get something?” Annie, a young, almost bashful looking girl working the costume room tonight, smiled up at him. Awesome. He’d worked with her before.
“Hey, Annie. I need pet play gear. A collar and leash. A tail.” He paused, debating if there was anything else he might want to put her in.
“What sort of tail?” Annie pursed her lips. “Puppy, kitten, fox?”
“Not the silicone. Do you have any furry puppy tails? But nothing that looks more like a fox than a puppy.”
She looked upward, mentally checking inventory.
“I think I have something that’ll work. Anything else? We have food bowls, wet pads for house training…”
