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On display. I liked that term. "So you're my dom now?"
"This is not how that works," he bit out as he led me to a row of tables with BDSM gear on them. "There are negotiations and contracts."
"But we're pretty much almost there?"
"Quiet."
He guided me to a table full of fetish clothing. The woman sitting at it stood and gave him a hug, eying me a little suspiciously.
"Mira, this is Anna. Hazy Cove doesn't have many options for kink clothing, so Anna sews and sells it here, and on Etsy."
"Hi, Anna," he said. "How is your wife?"
Anna grinned and reached down, scratching the back of a woman in a leather kitten mask, who was kneeling next to her. I hadn't noticed her there before. "She's a good girl. Is this your new pet?"
"She's helping me with the demonstration tonight. But I need something for her to wear to give her a little modesty while I work on her."
Work on me? Fuck, now my wet pussy was making a mess of my inner thighs.
Anna eyed me for a moment, then reached over and picked up a black slip of a handkerchief shirt and a very short skirt. "Do you want her in shoes? I don't have anything, but you could borrow some?"
Gunnar shook his head. "No, I like my pets barefoot. Accentuates the height difference. I have a definite size kink." He handed over a credit card, paying for his purchases, and I couldn't exactly argue, because most of my stuff was back at his house. Including my bra and panties. He led me into a bathroom at the back of the room and efficiently stripped me bare, standing me in front of the mirror, his cock a hard, insistent ridge against my ass.
He cupped my breasts, taking a shaky breath when I pressed back into him, desperate for some kind of pressure against my swollen pussy. He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, holding me close until I was at the edge of reason, my body writhing against his hands.
"I will not fuck you. Not until you've shown me you can be a good girl."
I pulled a pouty face as he tied the halter top around my neck and back, the silky fabric skimming my oversensitive nipples. "I am a good girl. You said so earlier. You can stick your cock in me right now."
Stick your cock in me?What was I saying?
"Pretend I said that sexier," I added.
Gunnar laughed, slipping the skirt over my hips and zipping the side zipper, then pulling me against him. "Everything you say is sexy, little brat. Look at yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous."
I stared at us in the mirror, at his bulky, muscular body behind mine. What he'd said to Anna was right. With me barefoot, he towered over me, massive and so damn hot. I didn't normally think of myself as sexy, but right now, I could see it. My glossy curls hung down over my shoulder, my lips were swollen and lush from his kisses, and my eyes… well. I didn't know I could do bedroom eyes.
My body looked sexy too — I'd always thought of my breasts as too small, but in this little silky slip of a shirt, they were perfect, round and pert, with my hard nipples jutting against the fabric in the most delicious way. My slightly rounded stomach was bare, and the little skirt around my hips ended just below the juncture of my thighs. I turned in his arms and checked to seehow well it covered my ass — not very well. He chuckled, giving me a slap on the curve that stuck out below the hem of the skirt.
"Little vixen," he murmured. "My cock is going to be too hard to focus on the demonstration at this rate."
Without asking, I dropped to my knees and kissed his swollen shaft through the leather of his pants. I liked him in this soft, supple leather. "Do you want me to take care of that?" I asked. "Just so you're not uncomfortable, of course."
"Right." He carded his fingers through my hair. "Not because you're a hungry little slut who wants my cum."
"Oh never that," I laughed, nuzzling him again as my mouth watered at the thought of drinking him down. I'd never gotten off on sucking cock before, but I was into it with him. "May I, Sir?" I asked, reaching for the button on his pants.
"Yes, little pet."
I grinned wickedly, the BDSM party outside fading from my mind as his big, hard cock sprung free of the confines of his pants. No underwear again. That must have been his thing. I dove on him, licking and sucking with an eagerness that couldn't be contained. He tasted so fucking delicious, and this was for me. He was this hard for me, thinking about thrusting deep inside me and spilling his load.
I cupped the base of his cock, licking a line up his shaft, moaning at the salty, warm flavor of him. My tongue swirled around thehead of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum that quickly gathered there. More evidence that he desired me.
Glancing up, I caught his eyes on me, full of a delicious hunger. This man could worship me, and I wanted to worship his cock in return. I moaned softly as I took him deeper, attempting to swallow around the head of his cock and gagging a little.
"Shh, pet," he teased, pulling me back, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. "Not yet. We need to train your throat to take me."
I smiled. "So you intend to train me."
