And it’s just the beginning with Loch.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ALENA
Scooping me up,I’m in a lustful haze when Loch carries me across the club to the wall of dark and depraved furniture.
He shocks me, barking at the men loitering by a tall steel tower with one vertical bar, welded to two horizontal ones. “Mine,” Loch growls, and they don’t fight him.
“Is ityours?” I’m suddenly lucid, glancing around as he softly sets me down. “Is this where you were trained?”
“A few times, years ago, I was trained by an older woman here,” he says without missing a beat.
“She was older?” I tense.
Oh god. He can’t mean Na?—
“Only by a few years,” he explains, and I sag, relieved. “But I was a virgin, and she was a professional.”
“Wh… why did you need a professional? Didn’t you have cute little blonde cheerleaders chasing you down?”
He anchors to my stare, grinning. “I didn’t want a cheerleader.”
“So, you wanted her? A… a sex worker? Why? Who was she?”
“Doesn’t matter.” His hands curve under my breasts, cupping them, admiring them. “You’re the only woman I really want.”
“You… you only wantme?”
My nipples are so hard. My ample breasts are almost lewd through my see-through dress; they’re distracting him.
I glance down at his thick erection, pressed long and hard at an upward angle under his black jeans. Its massive size seduces; its shape is…huh… oddly familiar.
Loch looks exactly like?—
No. No, he can’t be.
Fate would be too powerful that way.
His eyes drop to my mouth. “Alena, I want to strap your ankles and wrists to this tower. I want to push you to an edge you deserve.” He guides my hands so I can feel the cool steel I’m pressed against. “I want to eat your pussy in front of everyone. I’ll be so proud to make your cum drip down my chin. Say,Yes, Sir.”
I’ll say hallelujah, amen, and can I have more, please, Sir? Who’d say no to this?
I sigh into his hand, cupping my cheek, “O… okay, but I?—”
His eyebrows pinch. “That’s not how you speak to me when we do this. You say‘Yes, Sir’when you want it;Redfor me to stop;Yellowwhen you need a break. How do you answer?”
I struggle to think, but something keeps gnawing at me. “Yellow. Yellow until I know why.”
“Why what?”
I glance around. “Why all this?”
“Why I’m a Pleasure Dom?” Even in the dark club with a mask on, I can see Loch’s aqua eyes sparkling. “Same reason you want to be my sub. Growing up, we didn’t have power, and now we want to explore it. I want to have it; you want togive it. I get off on understanding your pleasure, and you get off on being understood. It’s who we are, Alena; two forces meant to collide.”
“Yes, but…”
I search his eyes.
