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The man reissues his order.
My pulse skyrockets. I stay in my position, silently willing the man to leave.
Riggs finally comes over and snaps, "Don't even think about touching my pet."
"She's beautiful," the man states. "Let's share."
My belly quivers.Would Riggs put me in that position?
Arrogance fills Riggs's voice as he asserts, "She's mine. Now, fuck off, Dooley."
The man grunts and leaves. Relief washes through me, and Riggs unlatches my leash. He wraps it around his hand, tugs me to my feet, and slides his hands over my cheeks. His hot breath hits my lips, and he praises, "Good girl."
I realize I just passed a test. Rage flares through me. He left me here for how long, chained like a dog, and for what?
But I can't dwell on my anger. He leads me to another room where there's a stage. A woman hangs, suspended in the air, her feet spread as wide as possible on raised blocks, her arms stretched and cuffed.
Two men surround her, whispering things. Her chest rises and falls faster. Her lips quiver, and her skin already glistens.
A song plays with no words, just multiple artists moaning in ecstasy. The air crackles with electricity, and everyone from the previous room is here.
Subs kneel at the feet of their Doms. Some of them get stroked by their Doms. Others suck their Dom's cock. Some haven't been released from their position and bow their heads.
I cringe, not wanting to kneel again, but Riggs surprises me, taking a seat and patting his lap.
I begin to straddle him, but he swings me around so my back is against his torso, my face toward the stage. He takes his hands and widens my thighs so they rest on the outer part of his.
The air hits my pussy. I move to cover it with my hands, and Riggs grabs them. He moves one behind my head, then pushes my fingers, lacing them into his hair.
I smile, happy he's allowing me to finally touch him.
He takes my other hand and holds it on my lap.
I glance at him, and he murmurs in my ear, "Your eyes stay on stage, open at all times, and you don't come without my permission."
Don't come? There's a room full of people. He doesn't have to worry about that.
A man in leather pants and carrying a black flogger steps on stage. He nods to the other men.
The chains lower by a few inches, releasing a tad of tension. A floorboard rises between the woman's feet.
The second man steps in front of her and drags his fingers down the inside of her thighs.
She shudders.
Riggs murmurs in my ear, "That's the Dom in leather. Those are all his subs."
My heart races.How many subs does a man need? And why does he have men and women?
The Dom snaps his fingers, and the music turns off. Silence ensues as new tension crackles through the air.
Riggs moves my hair over my shoulder and kisses the curve of my neck. Tingles erupt down my spine, traveling right to my core.
I squeeze my thighs together, and he moves our hands between my legs.
The Dom announces, "You've been a good girl, princess. You deserve a reward. Where do you want his cock?"
"My ass, Daddy," she breathes, then adds a desperate, "Please."
