Devoted:A Masters and Mercenaries Novella(8)By: Lexi Blake
“Thank you so much,” she said with a sigh. She turned around, presenting her back to him. Her corset had a zipper in the back, unlike the lace-up ones most subs used. She’d managed to get it about halfway up. “I thought I could get one of the other women to help me with it, but I took a shower when I got here so I would smell nice and apparently I took too long and all the other women were gone. You know it’s a little weird in there when no one else is around. I might have watched one too many horror movies. The chick who takes the shower always gets murdered. You would think they have something against cleanliness.”
For a slender girl, she had a lovely backside. It was round and perfect and looked amazing in boy shorts, where he could see the under curves of her ass.
She held her hair, piling it high on her head. It had grown out since the last time he’d seen her. The bob she’d had it in was now long and would likely brush her shoulder blades. So much hair. He would be able to twist his hand in it and command her.
“If it bothers you, I can find someone else.” She suddenly didn’t sound as sure as she had before.
He stepped up and reached for the zipper. “Not at all. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want to offend anyone. At first I was thinking you were probably staring at my ass because that is totally on display, but then you were so quiet that I was worried maybe you were offended by my ass being on display, and that was when I realized you’re not in leathers and you could be the repair guy here to plug in a few light bulbs, and crazy pants with her ass hanging out is suddenly asking for you to zip her up.”
He did exactly that, but it was a tight fit, molding to her every curve, and he had to put a hand on her waist to balance it and get the zipper up. The curve of her hip fit perfectly in his hand and he could smell the citrus of her shampoo. “I was absolutely looking at your ass and no, it did not offend me. It’s quite lovely, as is the rest of you. I’m not the repairman.”
Her head turned slightly and he was captivated by the line of her jaw, the way her lips curled up. “I’m glad to hear that. So you’re in the class? Or are you teaching the class?”
This was the point in time that he explained he wasn’t taking the class because he wasn’t going to allow her to drag out some years old feud between their families. This was the moment when he explained to her who he was and that her game wasn’t going to work on him and better luck next time, baby. Try again. Yes, this was when he turned her around and faced her and said thanks but no thanks. I’m an adult and I don’t play games.
“I’m in training, too.”
She turned and he got a good look at the front of her. Unfortunately, it was just as hot as the back. Her breasts fit into the corset like a dream. They weren’t large, but they looked perfect for her. For him. They would likely fit right in the palm of his hand.
She winked at him, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. “You should probably change then. I’ve heard the punishment for Doms who are late can only be applied with the proper amount of lube.”
He frowned. “Are you serious?”
He’d already been through that part. He didn’t want to do that again. Not to himself. To her though…
Her eyes lit with mirth. “Oh, I hope I get you. You would be so much fun to tease, Sir.”
“And you would be a lot of fun to spank, sub,” he said, his voice deepening because she was pushing all the right buttons to bring out the Dom in him. The one who wanted to play. He actually didn’t mind her teasing him. He didn’t want a sub who never spoke unless she was spoken to or one who obeyed him mindlessly.
Fuck, he should have known he would want the brat.
Her eyes went down submissively, but he caught the smile on her face. “Yes, Sir. I look forward to it. Thank you so much for the help. I appreciate it. So fist bump or hug?”
“I would rather have a kiss.” Who the hell was talking? He was pretty sure it was his dick. The damn thing seemed to have taken firm control of the body and it was not letting the brain in. Why should it? The brain couldn’t function when all the available blood supply had gone straight to his cock.
Her eyes widened and he felt a thrill go through his system. She thought she had the upper hand? He wouldn’t touch her without her permission, but in a club like this it was totally acceptable to ask as long as he did it politely. He could ask her if she’d like to go upstairs to one of the privacy rooms with him so he could fuck her long and hard. All she had to do was say no.
Communication was the key. Saying what he wanted and what he was and wasn’t willing to give.
Honesty is pretty important, too, asshole. Communication means nothing without honesty.
His brain was still functioning on some level. Maybe if she turned him down flat he could still get out of this.
And then she stepped up. The heels she was wearing gave her a few inches, but she had to look up at him, her eyes softening as she got close. She went up on her toes and put her hands on either side of his face. She stared at him for a moment, but it wasn’t odd or uncomfortable. He got the feeling she was memorizing him or being truly in the moment. For a second he forgot about everything that was happening and looked at her, studying the angles and planes of her lovely face. Her lips had taken him, but now he was utterly fascinated by the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose and the tiny scar on her left cheek.