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That was it. I’d been so blind. All I needed was to find a place we were both happy. I was abruptly ice-blindingly clear on that. This, tonight, was his way of finding that place. He knew, like I did, that we needed each other now. Interdependent. Not just me as his. Klaus was mine. My Dom, my Master. Mine.
He’d said long ago that all I wanted was to fuck him. He’d been right. I’d kept my distance from really being with him, fended him off with excuses. Now, we had more. Not just S and m and kink, but a way of feeling, of being, that matched. I would kiss the very ground he walked on to be with him.
And he felt the same. I was certain.
But really, we had this now. It wasn’t a matter of finding. We had it. We only needed to fine tune. When this was done, I would kneel at his feet and tell him so. Men were sometimes stupid. I would tell him and we’d sort this out slowly. We’d get there in the end.
Tears welled. I blinked them back.
“Well-trained? Yes, she is. I’m going to present her to you. If you could both sit on the couch?”
“Course I can.” Kat strolled to the couch Damien had chosen, turned quickly, and flopped back into it. After flicking her pigtails aside, Damien draped his arm around her, over her neck. She toyed with his fingers while smiling at me, predatory-like.
The woman had balls. I was riveted. Her and Klaus seemed even chances for planning evilness tonight.
“You’d better watch her,” Klaus said quietly to me. “I will be.”
Before he could say more, Kat growled out a question. “What can I do to her, Sir?” That was a feminine, kitty cat growl – one that had crawled up my spine and heated me, and scared me too.
“I want to eat her all up.” She blatantly studied my lower half. “I want to make her eat me. I want to spank her and other things, and I really want watch you two fuck her.”
Damien chuckled. “Hell, woman. You’re no sub tonight.”
“For you I am, Sir.” She kissed his hand. “But for her I’m all Domme.”
I swallowed. I wasn’t allowed to answer her. And if I had been, I would’ve stayed mute.
“I’ll watch you, Kat. I’ll stop you if you go too far. Now, let’s get started.” Klaus murmured.
He shifted the big square coffee table away. Then, with his hand at my back he urged me forward until I stood before the two of them. The bright look in Kat’s eyes and the slow lick of her tongue across her lips made me think of a kid about to get an ice cream.
Damien smirked. “How about you tie her hands together since she can’t keep them down? I want to be able to get at her without being clawed.”
“Good suggestion.”
While I watched nervously, Klaus unpacked a heap of gear from his bag and laid everything in a row. With the cuffs and my collar in hand, he came back.
“Not using rope?” Damien sat forward. “I like rope. It looks good against women’s skin.”
While he fastened the cuffs to my ankles, Klaus replied, “No. I like these. Easy to get off in a hurry. In case…” He held my ankle in his fist a moment, warm, firm, and mmm, good. My pussy clenched. “In case something happens.”
“Yeah, I get that. It’s safer and quicker, but I still like my rope. You should come to a class sometime.” Damien patted Kat’s shoulder. “Kat likes rope too, on her. Says it makes her feel more held down.”
“Yeah, it’s good.” She was watching Klaus work at putting all the leather on me. “But this is good too.”
The collar was fastened and buckled. I shut my eyes and breathed. Oh. Yes.
Amusement colored Kat’s voice. “The collar, she likes that a lot. I can see it on her face.” She leaned toward me and whispered, “I’ll bet that got you wet, girl.”
“How about you find out.” Klaus pulled my hands behind me and clipped my wrists together. He made me shuffle closer, closer. I resisted a little, scuffing my feet. This was like entering a dragon’s cave.
“Don’t be shy. This is what you want.” Kat bit her lip – such square white teeth – I couldn’t look away. “You want us to make you do the naughtiest things. Come to me.”
Damien watched her and me, fascinated, and terribly amused. I could see his cock straining at his pants. Another man, another woman. Frick.
A soft kiss on my neck stirred goose bumps to life all down my arms. “Isn’t she a little picture of purity, Kat, Damien. All in white, with just a torn dress to say maybe there’s more to her. I’ll hold her still.” His words pattered out like falling rain. I listened to the warm timbre, inches away, coaxing, mesmerizing me. He gripped my arms at the elbow, and made me take that last step.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Smiling, and careful as a horse trainer gentling a new filly, Kat reached out and touched inside my knee then trailed her fingers upward, upward. With her other hand she inched the dress up my thighs until she had it pushed to crotch level. Then she slid her hand between my legs.
