DOMINUS: Are you going to come for me?
BB: Yes, Sir. I’m close.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I tilt my head back and send up a prayer to anyone listening that I don’t screw this up any more than I already have.
This would quite possibly be the worst way for my secret to come out.
With my heart trying to break free from the cage of my ribs, I set up the phone on a small table beside the couch, then position myself in front of it, careful to give her a window that covers the lower half of my torso to the mid-thigh range, and a clear view of my cock as I stroke it firmly.
And then I make the call.
She answers quickly, and I suck in a breath at the sight of her. Cheeks flushed—from either the heat of this moment or the warmth of the bath water—that flush crawls all the way down to her breasts where they bob at the waterline. She teases her nipples into stiff peaks as she watches me fist my cock, eyelids heavy and pupils blown out with desire.
She bites down on that bottom lip and I lose sight of her hand as it dips beneath the water.
I open my mouth to tell her to show me what she’s doing with her sweet cunt, then slam it shut when I realize I’m not wearing my mask. I’m notDominus; I’m the man she pushes away every chance she gets, whose obsession with her has moved right into inappropriate.
I grunt in frustration. This was so fucking stupid. I can’t even talk to her, coax her through this scene. I can’t guide her or tell her what I want to see.
What thefuckam I doing?
“Dominus,” she whines, “I’m so close.”
I grimace, tightening my grip on my cock as I stroke myself for her, too damn preoccupied to realize that she’s moved the phone until she moans again and my eyes fly to the screen.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, then wince at the sound of my voice.
But the sounds she’s making are incredible, and I hope they’re enough to cover up any sounds I may have made. She’s propped up on the edge of the tub, one leg balancing on the edge while the other remains steady on the floor of the tub. She strokes her pussy, wet and red from the bath, pulling apart her lips to open wide for two fingers.
My mouth waters at the sight of my girl fingering herself.
My throat is thick, desire strangling me as my legs start to tense and my cock jerks in my hand. My hips rock forward and I squeeze, pumping faster until all I can hear is the sound of my fist slapping against my skin and Sutton’s cries of pleasure as we both come together. I’m careful to catch my cum in my hand, barely watching the screen.
“Thank you,” she whispers, then ends the call.
“Christ,” I hang my head, body taut from both the powerful orgasm and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. That was a close call.
But so fucking worth it.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sutton
Ten minutes into the Fall Fest at Allegiant Stadium, and the relaxation I’ve gained over the last few days under command of my Dominant has been stripped away by the sight of one beautiful man. The moment I see Max, my shoulders tense and my pulse speeds.
It’s confusing the way my body reacts to him, at once wanting to pull him closer while knowing its best to push him away.
It’s becoming a theme lately, this random invasion of my space, but Max seems to be everywhere I go these days. And, even though my heart skips a little beat whenever he’s near, my head knows better than to get all swoony and stupid about that man.
We did that once, remember?
Stupid heart.
He hasn’t spotted me yet, so even though I’m right out in the open waiting for the beer I just ordered, I scan the area for a place to hide. Which is ridiculous, I know, but something about him makes me feel like one of these times, he’s going to disarm completely… andthenwhere will I be?
Heartbreak City if round one was any indication.
The only possible hiding place is behind the bar, but when I look at the bartender, who has yet to smile at me or respond to my earlier attempt to make small talk, I realize that’s out. He doesn’t give me the impression of someone who will allow me to crouch down behind his bar for the remainder of the event.
