“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Isn’t that right, love?”
“Yes, Mistress Genevieve.”
Viv wraps the sub’s hair around her fist before yanking her head back, forcing her to meet her steely gaze. “Wrong answer. We do not lie, love. Not to me. Not to your future Dominant. You will be punished for your mistake.”
“I’m… s… sorry, Mistress Genevieve.” She tightens her grip.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” The willowy beauty doesn’t speak. At least she’s a quick learner. “Good girl. Now, stand and remove your bra and panties. I want everyone on this floor looking at you.” I notice a slight hesitation before she does as she’s asked, and I’d be lying if I said my cock isn’t twitching right now.
She sets her bra and panties on the table in front of Viv, and I can’t help but rake my eyes down her naked body as she stands before us.
“How should she be punished for her insolence, Ry?”
“For a newbie, I would say a spanking will work well enough.”
“In private or here on the voyeur floor?”
“Here. Let everyone see her pretty, milky white skin turn red.”
“You heard him. I want you over that wingback chair,” she says, pointing to a sumptuous, wine-colored leather chair right in the center of the room. “You may address me, now.”
“Yes, Mistress Genevieve.” She turns on her heel, squares her shoulders, her hands trembling as she walks through the crowd of revelers. I admire the fact that she’s nervous but holds her head high.
“Are you coming over?” Viv pins me with her emerald gaze. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“I’m good here but go enjoy yourself. I know you love parading your submissives up here, and you do it so well.”
“Okay, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
“Yep.” I watch in awe as Viv parts the crowd like the Red Sea, commanding everyone’s attention.
Even the sight of an extremely hot Mistress with a very pretty naked sub over her lap doesn’t lift my mood. If anything, I’m comparing the submissive to Aspen. She has full, fucking gorgeous tits. What I wouldn’t give to strip her out of the top she was wearing tonight and worship her breasts the way they deserve. Her skin is like warm honey, and her hips—fuck me. I don’t want my woman scrawny. I want something to hold onto when I fuck her into oblivion.
I adjust my pants as reality hits. I can’t bring her here, into this world. She’s too sweet for my particular tastes. I down the rest of my drink and drag my sorry ass back to the bar before heading out to get a cab home. I’ve had too much to drink to drive my car.
Tonight, I’ll let myself enjoy the fantasy in the shower and rub one out like a fucking teenager. Then, come Monday morning, it’ll be strictly business. Nothing more.
Chapter 5
ASPEN
“Do I look okay?”
Jude grumbles, pulling the covers over her head. “What time is it?”
“Six thirty.”
“Oh, fuck off. Why the hell are you waking me up at this ungodly hour? I thought we were friends.”
“I’m going to cook for Chef Stevens today. Does my outfit look okay? I don’t want to seem unprofessional.”
She makes a big show of throwing the covers back, her hair going in all directions as she rubs her eyes before looking me up and down. “You look amazing. The top is highlighting your killer rack without being slutty. And your pants are cute. They show off your sexy hips and ass. It’s a yes from me.”
“Are you sure? Maybe I should change my top to something more conservative.”
“Unless you’re going to wear a habit, there’s no hiding your figure. Don’t go changing for some guy. Contrary to popular belief, they can exercise self-restraint.”
“A man like him wouldn’t look twice at a girl like me.”
