When she finally looks up at me with those big, honeyed-amber eyes I fucking love so much, a slight smile plays at the edges of her lips.
I exhale as relief washes over me.
I haven’t scared her off.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re something else.” The words escape my lips before I can think better of them. She’s here for dominance, not gooey compliments and pet names from a man who’s pined after her for an embarrassing amount of time. Clearing my throat, I pull myself together, straightening so I tower over her again.
Ignoring the pressure of my swollen cock pressing against my pants, I lean back and cross my arms over my chest. “Have you ever participated in an exchange of power before?”
Sutton shakes her head, then remembers to use her words. “No.”
“But the idea intrigues you? The prospect of giving control to someone like me sounds appealing?”
She nods firmly. “Yes. To you.”
“Hm.” I tilt my head. “Just me?”
She sucks in a small breath, then drags her teeth over her bottom lip as she considers her response. “Is that… am I allowed to…?”
After a beat, I nudge her. “Allowed to what?”
“To say I only want you?”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my heart swells so much I fear it might explode from my chest. “Yes,” I finally say. “That would please me very much.”
“Okay, then,” she whispers. “Just you, Dominus.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m cooked.
This woman has me by the balls.
Someone knocks on the door, shattering this heated moment between us, and I realize I’ve been in this bathroom far too long. I’ve missed the shibari session, and likely whatever show immediately followed. “I have a demonstration to present. Why don’t you go find your friend, then watch the show. You can start the intake forms after you’ve seen what else I can offer you.” I gently cup her cheek. “Sound good?”
She nods and I have to force myself to step away.
But we’re not done here. I’m only getting started. In fact…
Pausing before opening the bathroom door, I look back at her over my shoulder. “Don’t touch that sweet cunt without my permission.”
Her mouth drops open and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to turn around, rip off my mask, and kiss her.
Chapter Eleven
Sutton
Dominus opens the bathroom door, startling the blonde woman on the other side, her hand hovering in the air just seconds away from knocking again. Stunned into a stupor by his parting instructions, it takes me a moment to realize it’s not justanyblonde woman; it’smyblonde bestie.
“Oh!” Mo exclaims. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you…”
Her words trail off as my masked man steps past her, inclining his head in silent acknowledgement, then he disappears into the hallway.
Mo hurries into the bathroom and pushes the door shut, then locks it and flips the light switch upward. I blink at the harsh light, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the fluorescents after so long in candlelight.
Spinning to face me, she whisper-yells, “Holy shit, are you okay? Who was that? Where have you been? Have you been in here the whole time? With the door locked…? Why was the door locked? What were youdoing?” She huffs when I don’t answer right away, then continues, “Seriously, Sutty, are you good? Are you okay? You look… you look flustered.”
Mo pulls her layers of ruffled tulle up around her waist, then settles onto the toilet, going commando again as usual. “Fuck, I’ve had to pee for ages.”
I bark out a laugh, then bring my hand up to cover my mouth, speaking against my palm. “I’m sorry, Mo, I guess we were in here for a little while.”
