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“Maybe I'd rather fuck you,” she mumbled, kicking at a pebble that caught her eye. She missed, then stomped to the steps, her sneakers thudding petulantly on the wood.
“I've only been pegged once. It was a bit of a disaster,” Thane confessed, without a trace of embarrassment. “She used so much lube, she couldn't get the damn dildo in, then spent twenty minutes slapping my ass with the fucking thing. In the end, it was either call it quits or put it in myself.”
Connie stopped dead and spun slowly to face him. “You've been pegged. You.”
“Once. I got the dildo in, but my Domme for the night wasn't used to wearing the harness. She got an A for effort, a D for technique, and a huge fucking F for the overall experience. I always said if I tried it again, I'd need to do it with a woman who didn't lube the dildo as though she was basting a turkey, and someone who has at least the barest minimum of rhythm.”
Connie snorted out a laugh as he steered her through the doors. “Hands and knees?”
“Hands and knees, freshly waxed butt crack for the long-awaited occasion, and everywhere else perfectly manscaped. I was attempting to make a good impression, but I shouldn't have bothered. Never again will I have all the hairs around my anus ripped out for the approval of a Domme who gets frustrated by a rubber dick.”
The snort escalated into a full-blown laugh. She had to stop and brace her hand on the wall, fresh laughter surfacing every time she envisioned some poor woman wrestling with a floppy rubber phallus attached to her groin. She shouldn't laugh, she'd had her own mishaps in the early stages of her learning curve, but perhaps that was why she found it so funny.
Plus, tonight, laughing was so much better than crying.
“Yeah, it was hilarious,” Thane commented dryly, nudging her past the empty desk in the foyer. “My asshole didn't see the humor in it, considering it was seeing the light of day for the first time. In fact, it was quite apprehensive.” He stepped past her as she laughed harder, opening one of the double doors into the social area and ushering her through.
Through the blur of tears skewing her vision, Connie saw several figures waiting. They cut her laughter off at the knees, one quick swipe of a blade. Hastily, she used the sleeves of her sweatshirt to dry her eyes, shrinking against Thane when she discovered a wall of testosterone staring at her.
What the hell am I cowering for?she thought in disgust. She straightened, squaring her shoulders for battle, then deflated when Thane cleared his throat quietly. Meaningfully. Shit. He'd told her she could storm in leading with her dominant persona, or smooth the way with submission. Her friends were all geared up for a fight, she could smell it on the air like gasoline fumes.
To light the match or not?
She gritted her teeth in frustration, losing her antagonistic body language. Thane rewarded her with a covert stroke of his hand over her ass, and a little pat. He might as well have tapped out good girlin Morse code.
Thane stepped in to save everyone from the awkward silence. “Evening, gents. Before you all jump on Connie about her actions last night, you should know that we've entered an agreement. I'd appreciate it if the details I'm about to give you go no further than everyone present.” He inhaled deeply. “As you're aware, Connie is a Switch. What I haven't told you is that I am, too. For the foreseeable future, Connie and I will be using our common interests to work together and achieve what she needs.”
Loki grinned. “I knew there was something about you that didn't quite fit.” His eyes flicked from Thane to Connie, and he studied her face as though looking for something in particular. “I'm mad at you, sweetie, but that'll wait. Are you happy with what you're getting yourself into?”
Oddly, she was. There were a few nerves hopping around in her belly, but otherwise… “Yes, Sir. I am.”
Atticus blinked slowly before a smug smile curved his lips. He gave her a nod of approval, then relaxed his hostile stance. He said nothing, but she got the impression he was pleased with her. It gave her a warm feeling inside, soothing some of those nerves.
Jasper grabbed Braun's arm in what appeared to be a bruising grip. “Did she just—”
“She did,” Braun said slowly. “Maybe it was a fluke?”
“Not a fluke,” Loki chimed in, his expression stunned. “I think Thane's done the impossible. He tamed the Domme.”
Oh, ouch. That pinched her pride. As it resonated inside her, the Domme threatened to rear up and show Loki exactly how untamed she was. Her hands fisted at her sides and she took a step forward before Thane's hand landed on the back of her neck and squeezed lightly. Closing her eyes, she stepped back and ground her teeth.
“Less of that, if you please,” Thane admonished. He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, until her hands went limp. She opened her eyes again as his voice darkened, turned strict. Yummy.“There will be no jokes, no insinuations, about this. Not here. In the public forum,” he gestured to the room, “Connie will be in charge, and her identity as a Dominant will remain intact until she's ready to reveal herself. In the private rooms and at home, the tables will turn.”
Connie felt herself cringe under the collective weight of her friends' stares. This was stupid, how could she expect them to understand what shedidn't really have a handle on yet? For years, she'd believed she could only be one or the other, Dominant or submissive, and her brain was scoffing at the idea of being both. If she wasn't completely on board with it, she couldn't be shocked if they weren't either.
“Okay, yeah. My apologies,” Loki told her, an edge of sincerity in his voice that he rarely used. “I'll keep my mouth shut.”
Connie gaped at him.
“I think we can all agree that Thane has this under control. We care about you, Connie,” Jasper said, a frown marring his brow. Those blue eyes of his searched hers, then he nodded. “You've picked a tough road, but a brave one. We'll be here to support you, but I'm satisfied the new guy can give you what you need.” That stare flicked over to Thane. “If he doesn't, he'll answer to me first.”
Thane leaned down close to her ear. “Sjambok?”
“Yes, Sir. That would be my guess,” she muttered back.
“Hmm, I'm intrigued,” he said absently, then straightened. Nothing seemed to faze him, not even an unspoken threat of being mercilessly whacked by the resident sadist and his hippo stick. “While I appreciate your faith in me, and y'all not beating me to death for daring to lay hands on Connie, I'm gonna have to step over the line and ask that none of you Dom from the backseat. We have talked about what we both want and need from this, and Connie doesn't want outside involvement for the time being.”
Her head bobbed, grateful he'd remembered to bring it up. It was something she'd blurted out over dinner as it popped into her head. She felt strongly about it, knowing how involvedthe Masters could be when they felt they were needed. Unless Thane had a personality change, she didn't want her friends to see her bared and vulnerable—not until she was comfortable in that skin herself.
