Page 5 of We Own Each Other

I didn’t really care all that much, but I wanted to please him. I wanted to make sure I could get him in a bedroom somewhere and make it so he couldn’t live without me.

“Pretty much everything, though I’ve heard pain and humiliation are his preference.”

Perfect. I knew just what I needed to do.

I turned to face the bar again.

“We’ll see about that. Call him over for me.”

Lyle frowned and shook his head.

“Why me—”

“Just do it. And tell him I’m a Dom.”

Thankfully, like a good Sub, he did as he was told.

With that, I took another swig of my beer, but held it in my mouth. Lyle shook his head, a bewildered look on his face as he called Corin’s name and motioned for him to come over. As he approached, I could appreciate his form much more easily.

He moved slowly and smoothly, like a cat, with lines across his body showing where his muscles had been worked and toned. I could see why he chose to wear a tank top. But his body was nowhere near as impressive as his face. Those eyes were carved into a face as smooth as marble.

His face was stiff and completely emotionless, not unlike a statue.

It was perfection, and I wanted to ruin it.

“Corin, this is Luke. He’s a Dom, and he was interested in a play partner tonight. Are you looking?”

Corin’s reaction was rather deadpan. I’d even go so far as to say he was unimpressed and entirely uninterested. It only made me want to dominate him all the more.

Still, he at least had the courtesy to introduce himself.

“Hey. I’m Corin. What kind of play are you looking for—”

But before he could finish, I spat my beer out, soaking the chest of his top, and even spraying a bit on his chin. Much of the room went silent. There were some stares of shock and some of jealousy, all to be expected in a room full of other Doms and Subs. These types of mating rituals weren’t all that uncommon. As long as Doms didn’t try to command someone without consent, almost everything else was fair game. Almost.

Admittedly, what I had done was teetering on the edge, but it was nothing that some public shaming from the crowd couldn’t resolve.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about any such punishment, as Corin’s cold and aloof visage, now dripping with beer, suddenly cracked.

His eyes narrowed, his mouth opening like he was about to moan.

My entire body was suddenly burning. I knew I had him, and I was ready to destroy him.

Still, I asked:

“Are you interested?”

Corin quivered as he panted:

“Yes.”

I nodded.

“Good. Now,” I stood up, pushing some of my bags out of my way with my foot as I set a ten-dollar bill on the bar. “Be a good boy, and get my bags.”

Corin’s body shuddered, and as quickly as he could manage, he grabbed my bags. Like the good boy he was, he waited for my next command. I hooked my finger in the neck of his tank, wet and sticky with beer, and tugged him toward me. A quiet whimper warmed my lips as his lips parted.

Chuckling, I whispered: