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"Turn on the hot water," I instructed, unable to tear my eyes away from her. She obeyed, adjusting the temperature before shedding her skirt and panties and stepping into the shower.
"Good girl," I murmured, leaning against the wall and watching her intently. "Spread your legs so I can see that pretty pussy."
"Like this?" she asked, leaning forward a little, spreading her legs wider, and giving me a perfect view of her glistening folds. The sight sent a jolt of desire straight through me.
"Fuck, you're such a tease," I said, my voice tight with need. I reached out and palmed her wet cunt. She moaned softly. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you?"
She shook her head, but her eyes were filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "No, Sir."
"Keep reading those instructions," I told her, shifting my weight uncomfortably as I continued to watch her. "Make sure you know exactly what you're doing."
"Yes, Sir." Her confidence didn't falter as she read the instructions on the kit.
"Tell me if you have questions. You'll be on display, so I want you clean." I kept my voice rough and commanding, hoping like hell she'd back out.
"Oh," she said, her eyes narrowing as she considered the possibility. "That sounds hot."
"Fuck, Mira, you're going to be the death of me," I muttered, but there was no denying the thrill that raced through me at her excitement.
She grinned at me, and opened the package, taking out the parts.
"Good girl," I praised. "I'm going to give you time to use the kit. Come out when you're done. No clothing." Turning, I walked into the hall, closing my eyes and trying to get a handle on my self-control. I'd promised Anna a demonstration, and she was getting a goddamn demonstration. Mira was off limits until it was over, because I needed her hot and needy at the munch.
After a while, the door creaked open and Mira stepped into the hall, her skin glistening, her nipples pert and begging for attention. I leaned down and sucked on one without thinking, and she whimpered, burying her fingers in my hair, tugging the hair tie out, so it fell down in a dark curtain over her skin. I nipped at her sensitive flesh, giving her a taste of the pain that was to come. She only clung tighter.
"We're going to put a butt plug in you," I said. "To prepare you for the toy demonstration."
Her eyes widened. "Not your cock?"
I laughed, kissing her lips, cupping her jaw, forcing her to make eye contact. "Eager little slut. No. The demonstration is covering options for tying an anal hook."
"Anal hook?" Her eyes got even bigger.
I reached behind me and picked up the long, curved device with a ball at one end, and waited for her to run from the room.
Mira
"This is the craziestgame of chicken I've ever played," I whispered as Gunnar paraded me into the bookstore's second-floor event space. He froze, his large hand on my lower back, and leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. I snuck a look around the event space. It was a little hard to believe this was the same room where I'd hosted a children's story time a few days ago — it was transformed, with tables full of food, and a few small displays of BDSM toys and equipment. Mostly, I saw people milling about, chatting and laughing, drinking wine and eating snacks. Like any party, really, except with more leather and latex.
There were male and female submissives, and I noticed that collars were common. I touched my bare neck, wondering if Gunnar pictured a collar on me.
Gunnar leaned in, his voice low. "This is not a game, pet."
"Kind of is, though. You kept daring me with kinkier things, and I refused to back down."
"That was not what was happening," he bit out. As we walked through the space, I studied the members of his club, the Central Coast Social Club. Everyone looked rather… ordinary.
"It's okay, I was getting, you know…" I cleared my throat, my weird rush of bravado suddenly faded as I was faced with the cringey reality of telling him he made me wet. Out loud. In words.
Sometimes the horny words came spilling out, other times, my anxiety came creeping back, forcing me to think about what I was saying.
We passed a man in a latex bodysuit and dog mask following his mistress around on a leash. His mistress didn't look like some movie dominatrix. She was quite lovely, with dark, glossy hair, a cute black dress, and a few tattoos. She fed him a piece of cheese off the snack tray, and he gazed up at her with pure adoration in his eyes. Was that how I looked at Gunnar?
"BDSM isn't a game, Mira," Gunnar continued. "It's a lifestyle. This is how these people live. How I live."
"I didn't mean it like that. I'm enjoying having you challenge me. You're pushing my limits in a way no one else has and it's a… turn on." I ducked my head, blushing a little, not sure why I was embarrassed. He was definitely turned on. I'd seen the way he'd looked at me when I'd stepped out of the shower.
He nodded towards the man in latex. "He's a good boy. He loves to make Sarah happy. You're not like him." He set his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the space. "You get a thrill from challenging me. Only a brat would agree to go on display at a BDSM event just to show her dom up."
