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“Do you remember the color system from your Introduction Scene?”
“Red, yellow, and green, Sir.”
“What color are you right now, Angel?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Are you wet?”
A blush rose in her cheeks as her eyes flicked away for a moment in embarrassment. He tapped her under the chin with one finger and they refocused back on him.
“Answer me, sub.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her blush intensifying. Funny how she was perfectly comfortable having him begin to undress her in a club full of people, but admitting she was wet, just to him, made her blush. Funny and endearing.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he began to push her top off, revealing her entire upper body. Angel sucked in a breath, practically vibrating beneath his hands as the suede slipped off and hit the floor. For her Introduction Scene he’d been too angry for anything but a punishment scene. This time he wanted to show her a softer, more seductive side of BDSM.
He ignored the small voice in his head taunting him, asking if it was because he now knew Michael was a sadist and he wanted to show Angel he enjoyed parts of BDSM which had nothing to do with pain and could give her something Michael couldn’t.
The eye contact created an incredible amount of intimacy as she was bared to him, as he skimmed his hands over her shoulders and down her body, barely brushing the sides of her beautifully rounded breasts with his hands. Her rosy nipples were puckered up tight, hard and begging for attention. He ignored them and continued to skim his hands down to her waist before grabbing her hips and pulling her hard against him.
Angel squeaked as she fell into him, her hands trying to come up and not making it, trapped by his arms. She had very little control over her movement, and he could see the change in her expression as she realized it, as the amount of power he had over her came crashing down. It was different from being bound by restraints and yet it obviously affected her just as much.
He ignored how soft she felt against him, how warm, how inviting as her muscles relaxed and she looked up at him with trembling awe and anticipation. He hadn’t done anything to earn the trust in her eyes, didn’t deserve it, but it still made him hard as a rock to see it.
The constant eye contact allowed him to watch as hers began to glaze, his hands skimming down her back to the zipper on her skirt. He could have turned her around to do this, but he’d decided to have her pressed against him instead. It enhanced her vulnerability and allowed him a pleasure he otherwise might not have had.
His eyebrows raised. “No underwear?”
“No Sir.”
“Why not?”
“I came to play.”
Knowing she’d been walking around with no underwear under her short skirt, as well as the sudden image of her doing a scene with another man flashing through his head, sent conflicting reactions raging through his body. He tamped them down, struggling for his usual control. Reminding himself that she hadn’t seemed eager to play with any other man and hadn’t jumped right into the Lounge area, helped.
Reminding himself that she was here, with him, helped even more.
Maybe he couldn’t completely sort out how he felt about Angel, but one emotion kept coming up almost as often as attraction, and that was possessiveness.
13
Adam
Pressing Angel against the St. Andrew’s, Adam secured her wrists to the restraints, adjusting them for her height. He’d chosen to position her facing outward, because he wanted to be able to see the expressions on her face. As well as seeing her fascination with the other scenes going on in the room. Also, her embarrassment and arousal from seeing the people watching them. It had been one thing, last Thursday, when there hadn’t been as many viewers and she’d been bent over so she hadn’t been able to see them for the most part.
Now every time she looked out into the crowd, she blushed.
“What’s your color, Angel?”
“Green, Sir.” She licked her lips and he resisted the urge to kiss them.
Kissing was for something more than a scene. He wasn’t sure how she felt about him, but he didn’t want their first kiss to be while she was bound and unable to move away.
“Can you hold your legs in place? Or should I restrain those too?” He wanted to give her the choice of following an order or having some help with it, although his preference was bondage. Having her completely helpless, open and spread for him.
