"Enjoying your evening?" I don't offer my hand.
"I am. And I hope you both enjoy yours." He looks at Simone again. "You look well. I'm glad."
There's genuine care in his voice. No possessiveness, no resentment.
"Thank you, Vincent." Simone's voice softens slightly.
He nods and moves away.
We continue toward the private rooms. The hallway is quieter, more intimate. Other Doms and subs move pastus, some nodding acknowledgment, others lost in their own dynamics.
The room Margot reserved is at the end of the hall. Keycard access, camera positioned to monitor entry but not interior.
The door unlocks. I hold it open. "Inside."
She enters. The door closes behind us, lock engaging.
The room is exactly what I requested. There's a king bed with restraint points, a St. Andrew's cross in the corner, a small table with implements—flogger, crop, rope, blindfold. Lighting is adjustable, currently set to warm and low.
Simone stands in the center of the room, hands at her sides, breath controlled.
I stand in front of her. "This is where you stop the act and start surrendering."
Her eyes widen.
"From this moment forward, you're mine. My commands, my responsibility." I trace my thumb along her jaw. "You say 'Yes, Sir' and mean it. You follow my orders without hesitation. You trust me to take you exactly where you need to go."
"Yes, Sir." The words tremble.
"Good girl." I step back. "Your member file shows you're clean and protected. I don't use condoms."
She inhales sharply. "Yes, Sir."
"When I'm inside you, it's skin to skin. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Her voice is barely a whisper.
"Strip." The command cuts through the tension. "Slowly. I want to watch you."
She reaches for the corset, fingers fumbling at the laces.
"Turn around."
She turns. I step behind her, work the laces slowly, deliberately. Each pull loosens the leather, exposes more skin. She's trembling under my hands.
The corset falls away. She catches it, sets it aside, then reaches for the micro-mini. The leather pools at her feet, leaving her completely bare.
Christ. Every curve, every inch of skin exposed for me. My cock strains against the leather pants, and I don't bother hiding it. She needs to see what her submission does to me. What she does to me.
"Beautiful." I circle her slowly, taking in every inch, letting her feel my hunger. "On your knees."
She sinks down gracefully, hands resting on her thighs, eyes lowered.
Fuck. The sight of her kneeling for me, naked and waiting—I have to lock down the urge to free my cock and feel her mouth on me. Not yet. She's not ready for that yet.
"Look at me."
Her gaze lifts.
