Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
This began on a stage with all eyes on me. It’s only right we’re back here. My heart thumps in my chest at the oddly full circle moment.
I bend down. I suppose I’m not entirely naked. I’m wearing flesh covered gloves, slim little knee-pads—Domhnall thinks of everything—and of course, my tail. As I drop to my hands and knees, I arch my back and wiggle my ass, so my tail flicks back and forth. It’s a fun sensation, and I think I hear appreciative whispers from the crowd. I can’t believe I’m up here on stage, after watching other couples’ scenes play out for the last hour.
“That’s a good kitty,” Domhnall croons. By his confidence now, you’d never know he was in a dark and brooding mood all day. It’s only since we stepped in the club that he’s seemed to snap out of it. But I’m also wondering now if the Sir persona hides what inner Donny is really feeling. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s a little shattered inside.
So I didn’t just want to come to the club to see my friends. I hoped coming here might ground him and help him find his center again. I know he’s hurting. I think tonight could help both of us. And I’m desperate to feel the deep connection between us again.
He leans down and attaches a leash to my collar. The nervousness I’ve felt all night dissipates at the slight tug as he takes command. All my muscles relax, and when I give another cat stretch, I feel even looser.
Domhnall walks beside me as I crawl forwards, so gorgeous he looks edible in his black shirt, dark blue jeans, and black leather boots.
“Stop here,” he says. “And lift your eyes.”
When I do, I get the pleasure of locking eyes with him as he reaches for the hem of his shirt and drags it off over his head. His abs are ridiculous, as always, and with his dark tattoos on reveal, he’s a stunning specimen of man.
Suddenly I’m flooded with emotions. It’s the first burst of the coming adrenaline, yes, and being insanely turned on by seeing Domhnall’s physique, but it’s more than that, too. I’m not entirely flush with the heat I know he’ll bring soon. This emotion is just from the connection that crackles between us before he’s even dropped me down in the space he takes me as my dominant.
It’s because he’s Domhnall. My soul’s other puzzle piece. I click into place when I’m with him. The world feels right.
This, finally, is a good game. We both win when we play well.
I grab his hand even though I know the scene has begun. It still hasn’t started started.
“Domhn,” I whisper barely above a breath so just he can hear, “I want to make love to you. Tonight. Right now. I want you to know before we get into the scene, so you know I mean it.”
I squeeze his hand, and his eyes catch mine again in that damn eternal gaze that scoops out my stomach and turns my knees to jelly.
He crouches down again, intense eyes burning through to my soul. I see his question in his eyes.
I nod. “I’m sure.” I cling to his leg as the crackling electricity between us builds all but to the breaking point. “Please.” This begging is all on my own terms and we both feel the impact of it.
Domhnall’s nostrils flare and his eyes go dark. “Move around to the other side of the bench.”
When I don’t move quickly enough, he grasps my tail right at the base and leads me around the spanking bench. Then, guiding me by his hands on my waist, he helps me to my feet. He directs me like I’m just a doll in his hands, lifting me up onto the two-level spanking bench—knees on the bottom black padding, forearms on the top.
It exposes my tail-plugged ass and pussy to the watching crowd.
Almost immediately, Domhnall’s whispering in my ear. “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking perfect. Are you already getting slick for me, love? I’ll give you what you ask for, but only after I make you work for it.”
“Wider,” he demands after he pulls back, loud enough for the crowd to hear. He prods the inside of my knees with some sort of stick so that I widen my stance on the bench. I shift so that I’m spread wider, but I’m too busy thinking about what Domhnall just used to nudge my legs to think about what the crowd might be seeing. Holy shit, was that a cane?
“Breathe in,” he says, and dutifully, I take a breath in.
“Now breathe out.”
Right as I start to expel the breath from my lungs, the thin stinging cane lights a line of fire across my ass.
“Fuck!” I can’t help my choked shout. Jesus Christ, that was the ten on the pain scale!