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“Not a problem.” The intensity of his gaze didn't change. “Sexual touching and sexual intercourse.”
“Oh, for fuck's sake, Atticus—” She yelped when his palm slapped her thigh this time.
“The Domme has no place here tonight, Connie. We're not equals now—you're putting yourself in my hands and trusting me to look after you. Take a minute and think it over. Are you happy for me to touch you sexually, to go further if the scene dictates it?”
Her breathing hitched. She hadn't had an orgasm—manmade or self-made—since Kevin and David left. There hadn't been time, she hadn't had the inclination. That wouldn't be an issue for Atticus; the man gave his subs orgasms like they were candy bars on Halloween.
He took her hands, smoothed out her clenched fists. “Liam really did get a delivery of new condoms and lube, you know. Unless my eyes deceived me, I'm pretty sure the Viking ordered a box of studded condoms,” he added with a wink.
She laughed, but it lacked humor. “Sex would make things complicated, wouldn't it?”
“Why would it? No one will know what's going on between us. You'll still be the tough Domme you've always been, you'll just get something you need.”
Kick him in the balls and tell him he can fuck you when he gets on his knees and begs for it.
Connie squeezed her eyes shut. He was right. Rather than being an equal partnership of Domme and submissive within the Switch dynamic, she'd allowed the Domme to take full control and shove the sub aside. Sex was just sex; she could handle it if he could. “I-I haven't had sex in a while. I'd appreciate it if you would be…gentle if I struggle to…”
“Connie,” he whispered, startling her eyes open with the soft breath of sound. “You can take me. I won't hurt you.”
God, she was so off-balance. She was used to having a spine to lean on, was accustomed to being the one giving the reassurances and the orders. There was a huge probability she would fuck this up before they even attempted a scene. She blew out a breath and nodded. “I'll, ah, leave it in your hands then. You have consent.”
His grip on her hands changed, clasping them and using them to tug her to her feet as he rose to stand tall. “Thank you for your trust.” With one hand, he snagged her jacket off the seat, then led her over to the bar. She tried to dig her heels in as they approached Liam, but he just towed her along effortlessly.
“I'm opening in five,” Liam said quietly, taking Connie's jacket from Atticus.
“That's fine. We'll be using the private room we agreed on. If anyone asks where we are, you tell them Connie and I are having a meeting in Braun's office and aren't to be disturbed for any reason. I'll put the engaged sign on the door, but I'll lock it just in case someone gets careless. The safeword recognition is hooked up?”
Liam nodded and offered Connie a sheepish smile, but she couldn't quite meet his eyes. Not like this. “All security measures are in place and have been tested. If a sub so much as whispers red, the microphones will pick it up and trip the alarm. Someonewill be with you in seconds. The cameras are working, but there're no recording features. I've shut the screen down for that room for tonight, and I've got the spare key.”
“Okay then, we'll see you soon.” Patting his free hand on the bar in farewell, Atticus headed for the walkway. “Connie.”
She refused to move. The open doorway of the walkway mocked her. Every time she passed that threshold, it was as a Domme. Shewas the one striding ahead, confident and strong, with a submissive on her heels. Shewas the one who knew what came next, who had a plan in mind, who knew what the fuck she was doing.
Now, she didn't even know who she was, let alone what came next.
Stuck, Connie shook her head. She was suddenly grateful for the fact there was only Atticus and Liam here to see her falter. When she inched back, Atticus didn't move, but his face darkened. Dominance lit up his eyes, tightened his mouth. For the first time in a long, long time, she remembered what it was like to be the prey instead of the predator.
“Connie. Take a walk with me.” The tug on her hand was gentle, but the look in his eyes was velvet-wrapped steel. “Are you scared?”
Honestly, she didn't know what she was. A tangled, troubled mess, for sure. He was offering her what she needed, and the rational part of her brain told her to take it. Take the reprieve from always having her hands on the reins, take the peace of not having to worry about what to do and what to say. “I'm notscared.”
“I hope you're not wearing panties, sub,” he replied, giving her a firmer yank forward, “because if you are, they're on fire right now.” He sniffed carefully, leaning into her and bending slightly. “Oh yeah, that's some smoke right there.”
Connie was surprised when he let her hand go. She barely resisted fisting them, but something told her he was waiting for that response, so she simply gripped the loose material of her black pants. Her mouth dropped open when he moved behind her, gathered her hair in his fist like a leash, and gave her a fast, hard smack on the ass.
Her pussy went instantly, completely wet.
“In two minutes, there's going to be a good dozen of our acquaintances walking through those doors, Constance. We can continue this out here, you can say red and end it, or you can trust someone you've known for years to take you somewhere private.” Atticus used his grip on her hair to turn her head toward the bartender. “Liam, would you open the doors please?”
Liam looked as shocked as Connie felt. She almost ripped her hair out by the roots trying to face Atticus, but he held her firmly. He couldn't push her this way, he couldn't force her into making a choice of this magnitude with so little time! The panic she felt at being maneuveredreminded her whyshe accepted the Domme's persona more easily than her submissive one.
Submissive Connie was pathetically indecisive.
“Stay. Safeword. Trust. What's it going to be?”
“Liam, don't—” She began, then grimaced when Atticus tightened her hair around his fist. She struggled when the Viking's shoulders slumped. He gave her an apologetic look, then wandered to the end of the bar and lifted the hinged shelf blocking his path. She risked another hit of pain. “Liam, please—”
Don't let them get away with this, the Domme hissed furiously.
