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  He plays with English from time to time and also submits to me.

  He’s friendly with Milena, but none of their connection is reflected in his cool blue eyes now.

  Milena frowns. “Pardon, Sir?”

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing here? You think you’re good enough to be here? With us?” He laughs at her like she’s pathetic, and she blushes and cringes at the scorn in his eyes, looking around at those of us around her as though waiting for someone to step in.

  Mark tenses when Thomas snaps his fingers in front of Milena’s face and leans down, getting into her face. “Focus on me.”

  Everyone has fallen silent to watch him bitch her out.

  “You think you deserve a place at The Underground? Well, guess what, sweetheart? You’ve barely earned the right to even beg for a spot.”

  She lowers her eyes demurely to the floor. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “That’s a start, but not enough. Get onstage.”

  Mark gives me a barely-there look I take as an ‘aren’t you going to do something?’ If only he knew.

  “Yes, Sir.” Not sure what she’ll be doing on stage, but at least Mark will be here with me to see the show. It should be...eye opening, to say the least.

  “Oh, no, not on your feet.” Thomas’s voice bites into her back. “Crawl there like the lowly sub you are.”

  Fabulous.

  Crawling through a crowd of people probably brings to Mark’s mind images of powerlessness. Subjugation. Indifference. But that’s not it at all.

  Here, in this world, submissives have got the power. No one is going to hit Milena, spit on her, kick her until she’s unconscious and keep on going. No one can do anything to her she doesn’t want. One word and it’s over. One word and she can stop this. It seems real because it’s supposed to. That’s the whole point of scenes like this. They’re incredible to participate in, and incredible to witness when done well.

  Milena slows her crawl. I smother my smile. She’s such a little masochist.

  “Hurry up, we haven’t got all goddamned night to wait for your lanky ass.” Thomas puts his foot on her ‘lanky ass’ and pushes, launching her forward, making her almost fall.

  “Sorry, Sir.” The stairs are a little trickier to navigate on her knees, but soon she’s on stage, awaiting his next command.

  “Do you know my favorite animal, sub?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “The noble steed.” He straddles her back and grabs her hair like it’s a horse’s mane. “Giddy up.”

  Mark takes a step forward and I grab his hand. Is he serious?

  Thomas smacks her ass with the crop and points with it over her shoulder. “Let’s go, pony.”

  She crawls halfway across the stage with him on her back. He’s not that heavy, but it would be a challenge on her bare knees, and she’s doing extremely well.

  “Whoa.” He tugs on her hair and stands. “You know what’s strange?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “A horse wearing clothes. Stand and remove them.”

  There’s got to be at least fifty people in the club, who have all migrated to tables facing the stage. Mark’s face is flushed like he thinks Milena’s a bug about to hit the windshield, making eye contact with fifty drivers. The Dominants seem to like the look of high heels with nothing else, and she reaches back and unzips her corset top, one tooth of the zipper at a time to make it more of a show.

  She looks out at the sea of faces. I know from experience that the lights are too bright to make out anyone familiar, but that’s also good if someone’s having nerves. Not that Milena would.

  “We’ve all seen nipples before, yours aren’t anything special. Get on with it.”

  This is an exhibition and she’s going to give us a show.

  She throws the corset to a woman and winks at her, and the crowd laughs and warms to her even more in that move—and Mark’s shoulders relax. Does he get it yet? That we’re here because we want to be?

  The spotlight highlights Milena, leaving nothing hidden, yet the surprising warmth radiating from it will be comforting when her skirt and thong hit the stage as well.

  Thomas stands behind her, close enough she’d be able to feel the heat of his body. “Ooo, Milena. I tell you what... you have got a luscious ass.” He spanks it once, hard. “Show them.”

  She freezes as though uncertain, and he physically turns her back towards the audience. “Look at this ass.” A few people whistle and clap. “Mmm. It is a little lopsided right now. Would anyone like to give me a hand, and help me make the left cheek as red as the right? And maybe assist me in a few other...activities with Milena as well?”

  “I will.” Carey Clark’s voice resounds through the room just before a few other people volunteer.

  “Mister Clark! Perfect. Come on up.”

  Carey viciously slaps Milena’s before he steps on stage. The force sends her a step forward—he’s not a gentle spanker. Thomas catches her.

  “Very nice, Clark. But I think you can do better.”

  He holds her while Carey takes his time, spanking Milena’s ass, grabbing her ass cheeks and kneading them before slapping them again. The spanking is good, she likes them, but the crowd watching is what will really get her off. It’s humiliating.

  And that’s what they are going for. Calling her out with everyone watching, making her crawl and strip. This scene is about Humiliation.

  And I made this happen.

  They stop, and Thomas flips Milena in his arms, pressing his front against her back, making her face Carey and the audience. A tear traces a line of shame down Milena’s cheek.

  Carey zones in on it, tips it onto his finger and rubs it against her nipple, which hardens despite the situation. Oh my God, he’s going to suck it off, use her shame. She tightly closes her eyes when Carey’s mouth licks the tear from her nipple.

  “You know, she can take a spanking. I think it got her going.” Thomas’ voice sings out in the club and tears us from what Carey’s doing to Milena.

  “I’ve heard she loves them, that they make her wet. Don’t they, sub?”

  Milena bows her head, demurring to Carey. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She projects her voice so even Claudia behind the bar can hear her.

  Thomas laughs and pushes her to the edge of the stage. “Show them.”

  “Show them what, Sir?”

  “Turn, bend, and spread.”

  “She can’t flash her vagina to a room full of people. There’s just no way she’ll do it,” Mark says from beside me.

  I realize I’m still holding his hand, though he’s more relaxed than he was before. I release it. “You don’t know Milena.”

  “You’ve got three seconds.” Thomas has perfected Bitch Face. “Three. Two.”

  Turn. Check. Bend. Check. She swallows hard, and spreads her legs.

  “How is she, Underground? Is she wet?”

  A chorus of yeses coat my skin with affirmation and approval. No one is here to see her fail or harmed. They want people who want to be here, who want this. Darko, Robyn, Edda. Even the two jerks on stage want her to enjoy this.

  She grabs her ass and spreads herself even wider. The club eats it up.

  “Looks like we’ve got a wild one, Clark. She’s pretty wet, but I think she could be wetter.”

  Excellent.

  “Milena, stand up.”

  What are they planning? Oh, crap, are they going to pee on her? That isn’t something we like to happen in the main club—it’s not something everyone’s into and requires more clean up, and Mark might be turned completely off of this.

  Why do I care if Mark’s turned on or not?

  Carey and Thomas move until they stand five feet apart facing each other, profiles to Milena. Thomas snaps his finger and points at Carey, addressing her. “Stand in front of him facing me.”

  As soon as she’s in range, Carey pulls her closer, locking her to him by h
er hips. His hands are huge and squeeze in a way that’s sexy and too personal all at once. The connection they share is tangible, even from here. I don’t know what’s next but his erection pressing into her back matches the one tenting Thomas’ pants out. She’s between a cock and a hard place. I want to laugh.

  “Spread your legs. Reach up and clasp your hands behind his neck.”

  Breathing heavily, she does as he says, unable to look away when he undoes his pants and frees his cock. Carey slides one hand up and palms her breast, rubbing the nipple against his hand until it hardens.

  Mark leans close to whisper in my ear. “Are they going to fuck her on stage with a room full of people watching? Does she even want to have sex with these men?”

  Her body is rigid like an electric arc is flowing through her.

  Anger, lust, need, fear radiate from Mark’s eyes and unfurl over me. He’s turned on, but doesn’t like the situation. He resents it.

  “Oh, trust me, Mark. She wants it. These men know exactly what they’re doing.”

  Maybe he’s wondering if I’ve done something like this, possibly even with the same people, and it’s driving him mad.

  Good.

  From the corner of my eye, Thomas’ pumping grows faster, more intense, and he takes a step closer to Milena, then another.

  He’s not going to fuck her.

  Turning back to Thomas, she licks her lips and smiles.

  His semen hits her stomach, and Thomas’s mouth lands on hers while he strokes his cock slower, milking the last drops of cum from it. His teeth graze her lip, and someone turns her, and another mouth joins in the kiss. Two tongues, two mouths on hers, two men kissing her while she kisses them both like her life depends on it.

  Maybe we’re friendly now, but damn right I’m taking the chance to let my ex bodyguard know I’m cool with this.

  You wanted nothing to do with me? Fine. Your loss.

  Four hands roam all over Milena’s body, both men claiming her as their own in ways I wish Mark would have claimed me.

  Thomas and Carey pull back enough for Milena to see the crowd is on its feet cheering. I stomp along with them. With a grin brighter than the spotlight, Thomas throws a towel at Milena. “Happy Birthday, darling.”

  She wraps the towel around her torso as Carey leads her down the stairs of the stage.

  I turn to Mark. “What did you think of that?”

  “I don’t know what to think.”

  “What if I told you I organized that for her because it’s her birthday and she’s so into what just happened that those three are probably off fucking the shit out of each other right now?”

  “Whose room?”

  I shrug. “Most of us have private rooms here. Places we take people to play or talk.”

  “Take me to yours.”

  “No.”

  “Please. I want to talk.” That’s what he says, but he’s leaning in closer to me, heat radiating from his body in waves, and one glance down shows how turned on he is. “Take me to your room.”

  Despite the attraction that thrills through me at the idea of tying him to my bed, I say, “I don’t take orders.”

  “Today you do.”

  I lift my chin defiantly. “I call the shots now.” And if I take him to my room, I can do whatever I want with him... “Come with me.”

  I lead him downstairs to my room, our feet loud on the floor as we rush there without touching. I close and lock the door behind us.

  He looks around the room and I try and see it from his eyes. Sage green walls and black and white accents. White leather couch. King sized four-poster bed (the better for tying people to), light wood laminate floors (easy clean up) covered with plush white area rugs (both for comfort when subs are kneeling and to muffle the sound). Large closet filled with toys, but he doesn’t know that.

  “Sit on the bed,” he growls. Intrigued, I walk over and sit leaning back on my hands and crossing my legs.

  “Now what?”

  He slowly drags the zipper of my boot down my leg, drawing out the whisper of leather on skin as he pulls it off before moving to the other. “Spread your legs.” He stands and crosses his arms. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

  I don’t want to still want this man. He violated some major boundaries tonight.

  And yet...

  I slowly trail my hand up my knee and thigh, parting my knees to skim my fingertips over my pussy. “Like this?”

  He stalks closer to the bed, eyes hooded, cock straining against his pants in a way that makes me want to free it. “Yes, like that. But lose the panties.”

  This man is in so much trouble when I get my restraints on him. I smile and wiggle out of my panties, keeping my legs together so he can’t see as much as he’d like.

  Mark was always a visual person.

  And I’m going to give him a show he’ll never forget.

  He’s going to realize who the real one in charge is.

  I spread my legs and slide a finger in and out, maintaining eye contact while I do so. His eyes are practically black with desire, and he adjusts himself. He takes a step closer when I bring the finger to my mouth and suck it clean the way I know he’d love to in this moment.

  Mr. I’m so in control. Mr. I can leave whenever I want.

  I move my fingers faster on my clit until I see that look in his eyes. The one he used to have when he looked at me, before he saw whatever it is he saw that made him look at me like a fragile delicate creature he needed to cradle with care and pity.

  Now he’s seeing me again. Now he is acknowledging exactly who I am.

  A powerful woman who knows—and gets—exactly what she wants.

  His equal.

  And he rushes forward, hands bracketing my body as he gets in my space and pauses. “Can I kiss you?”

  Can he kiss me? Fuck me. It’s the last thing I’m expecting, him to stop and ask me for a change before he does something. He doesn’t have to ask, but he is, and he’s acknowledging I’m the one with the power in this scene, and a delicious shiver claims my skin and I have to try three times to get the word out. “Yes.”

  Last night and tonight have been ridiculously...too much. My skin is raw with fatigue and need, and when his mouth is gentle on mine instead of devouring me the way I expect him to, I whimper with pleasure and relief.

  How is it Mark always knows what will turn me on the most? He shouldn’t, but he does, and it’s years later.

  His hand curls around to the nape of my neck, gently stroking it in a way that would cross my eyes if they were still open. It’s addictive and delicious, and I hate him for remembering my hottest spot. His tongue slowly teases my lips apart to let him in.

  I hesitate for a second before meeting his tongue with mine, then plunging mine into his mouth, claiming it the way I’ve wanted to...the way I’ve never stopped wanting to, even when so furious with him tonight. It’s like I’ve never been kissed before, and I can’t get enough, starved for his mouth on mine.

  His hands roam my body as though they’ve been hungry for me as well. Down my sides, up my arms, up my throat to find my face again, and he pulls back and stares at me in a way that no longer makes any of this feel like a game of power and seduction and showing him who’s boss.

  And I don’t want it to be, either. I don’t want a revenge fuck, or a hate fuck.

  I just want him, and I think he wants me. Maybe enough to stay this time?

  That’s all I’ve ever wanted, and it’s all I never got.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Mark

  Everything I saw tonight and now this. I don’t know what’s more surprising: Tessa being a dominatrix, or Tessa staring up at me like she doesn’t want me to leave.

  I thought I’d blown my last chance with her long ago. I don’t deserve another one, but by God, I’m going to take it.

  I wrap my arms around her and pull her tightly against me, reveling in the feel of her warm, pliant body smashed against mine. I bury my fingers
in her hair near the nape of her neck. I’ve never felt hair so glossy, and it slips through my fingers as if refusing to be captured. She moans deep in her throat when I fist a handful and claim her lips again, pulling her up off the bed to stand in front of me face to face.

  When her hands slide down my back and grab my ass, my hips jerk forward, pressing my erection into her. Tessa’s tongue goes wild inside my mouth, spiraling and wrestling with mine at a frenzied pace. Her flesh is hot beneath my hands. I trace the delicate curve of her waist and brush my thumbs just beneath the bottom of her breasts. She shivers from my touch, making quick work of my pants, and undoes the buttons of my shirt with a gleam in her eyes.

  A second later, I stand before her in nothing but a pair of boxers that tent out in front of me from my painful erection. It’s almost embarrassing how much I want her.

  Almost.

  I pull her into a kiss, and gently reach between her legs, rubbing the silky skin there. When I feel how wet she is, my embarrassment is crushed beneath the thick lust that fills the room and suspends us both. I nudge her legs open, lift her, and wrap her legs around my waist. The tip of my cock presses gently against her crotch, and she sighs and bites my shoulder.

  My cock twitches. I’m surprised at how much I like her teeth against my skin.

  Maybe she’s giving to get? I reciprocate and nibble her bottom lip, letting my hands wander all over the velvety soft skin of her upper thighs and ass. Her hips are delicious. She unwinds her legs from my waist and slides slowly to the floor, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck, trailing her hard nipples down my chest.

  I kiss from the sensitive skin behind her ear down her collarbone, sweep her up, and lay her on the bed in one swift motion before kissing and nibbling my way down her belly and legs. Grabbing a slender ankle, I move one of her feet toward the middle of the bed and sit between her legs. I take her foot on the edge of the bed and slide it over my shoulder. Her thighs tense as I kiss a trail up her smooth skin. I tease my tongue up her wet center and around her clit, and she springs up with a little cry.

  When we were young...How many times had she driven me to distraction, flirting, smiling, calling my name when she came, only to ignore me when others were around? She’d made me feel like I was everything and nothing all at once. It doesn’t matter that it’s what we had to do—I wanted to be her everything all the fucking time.