Our bartender, a stunning blonde twirling a bottle, pours us frothy drinks that taste like bananas, coconut, and sin. Sucking my straw, I marvel at how Vale’s already hooked a couple.
They’re flirting. She’s asking questions about condoms and consent. Dr. Sex is in session.
I turn away to give her privacy, getting a jump scare when I find the spiky-hooded perv hovering right beside me.
“Be my whore tonight.” His breath smells like coffee and contempt, but his voice sounds eerily familiar. “I got a cock those red lips need to choke on.”
Fuck him.He’s not asking; he’s insisting. Either way, I belong to someone else. I laugh. “Oh, so you have a little gift for me?”
It takes him a moment before he snarls, “You Amazonian bitch, I?—”
“I suggest you shut the fuck up.” A massive hand reaches between us, grabbing the perv’s neck, squeezing it so tight, he’s lifted inches off the floor. “Unless you want me to smash your skull open on the bar and let this pretty lady piss in it.”
Loch.
Even clad in all black and a mask, his muscles are too big to deny. I’m not into golden showers, but he’s soaking my panties with his beast mode.
Nodding toward the bartender, he orders, “I need security to ban this pathetic fuck.Now.”
Oddly, the blonde bartender nods like she knows Loch, even though he’s disguised behind a spandex bondage hood, with only his eyes and lips showing. Oddly too? The spiky perv doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t fight the two men, summoned by Loch, who take him away.
“Wow.” I sigh. “Do you come herethatoften?”
“No.” He caresses my bare arms. “They just run a tight ship around here. You okay?”
He can’t see my eyes, so I bite my lip, cooing, “I am now.”
His hulking chest is still huffing. Guess that man made him so furious, it takes him a second to calm down, to edge closer, tickling my ear with his lips, “You look fucking beautiful, Babygirl.”
I sigh against his cheek. “But you can’t see me.”
“Wrong.” He glides his arm around my waist, tugging me near, his other fingertips caressing the silk covering my breast. We look down, watching him do it. “From the moment my woman walked in the door, I knew it was you.I see everything about you, Alena.” Deftly, he wedges his knee between my thighs. “Comeon it.”
“Wait… What?” I joke, half willing, half unsure. “Shouldn’t you buy me a drink first? Or is this how it works with a Dom? We do whatyouwant?”
Fisting the hair falling from my bondage hood, he balls it tight, tugging my lips to his. It’s so controlling, but his tone isn’t. “You want to explore tonight, right? That’s why you’re here?”
Warmth floods my veins, the truth spilling from my lips. “For you, yes. I want to know what I’m doing foryou. I’ve never really done any of this.”
He nuzzles his covered nose to mine. “You’ve never been a dirty girl?”
“I mean, I have on my own. By myself.”
Suddenly, I remember what I’ve done for @LuvPounder. All the erotic, submissive tasks I offered to do. But I was alone, recording myself for him. He’s never even seen my face.
Loch brushes his lips over mine. “Do you want to try with me now? Do you trust me? I’ll command, but I need your consent. Say, ‘Yes or no,’ and I’ll always listen.”
I listen to my lust. It wants this with him so much. “Yes.” I remember. “I mean … yes,Sir.”
A veil drops over his aqua eyes, his lips demanding his sub’s task. “Then rub your pussy on my thigh. You heard me, Babygirl; I know who you are. I watched your lips part when you walked into the club. Your breath stopped, and your nipples got hard. They still are. All this dirty sex arouses you because you secretly want to be dirty.”
He inhales my neck, making me tremble, desire drenching me with his command, “I’ll make you fulfill your dirtiest fantasies, Alena, because I can smell how wet you are. How you need to rub that pretty pussy on my leg, right here, in front of everyone while you come for me.That’show I’m your Dom. Do it and don’t be shy. Be a good slut for me, and I’ll dominate you with so much pleasure, you’ll need me to fuck you forever.”
Hold my beer and feminism; I love this Dom version of Loch.
The flood between my thighs is instant. I crave his control. It makes me obey. He sits on the stool behind him as I lift my dress so I can ride his leg.
But, “No,” he demands, tugging my hair, pulling my lips to his, “rub your wet pussy through your dress. You want to wear your proud cum stain for me, don’t you, Babygirl?”
