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“Still drooling over Master Law?” Rae elbowed her in the
side. Dressed in a pink and green tutu, which matched the two green braids amid
the many long brown braids, and a pink bra, she looked as if she could be on
her way to a rave right now. The bright neon colors were gorgeous against her
brown skin, and Iris had a moment of stark envy. Neon colors like that always
washed her out.
“I am not drooling,” she responded indignantly. As if she
would ever drool over a man. Salted caramel butter bars, sure. Men? No. Not
even Jason Momoa. “I am lusting from afar on my completely inappropriate crush,
with no drool involved.”
Even as she joked, a niggle in her stomach made her squirm
uncomfortably. While she might joke about it, she wondered if there was more
beneath it than she wanted to admit. Like, yeah, she had a little crush.
It had turned out Law wasn’t the unreasonable hardass he’d
made himself out to be. When she’d put in the effort, he actually noticed.
Praised her for it, even. It might be sad that something so little could make
any kind of impact on her, but it did.
While he might have called her ‘trouble’ a month ago in
Patrick’s office, he’d been willing to let his perception change once he saw
her trying. That was really rare in her world.
“He is hot,” Avery said, glancing over. “I don’t usually go
for bald guys, but he pulls it off.”
“Yeah, he does,” Domi joined in, causing Mitch to frown.
“He’s like a sexy Filipino Mr. Clean, but with facial hair.”
“Hey, I’m right here. I can hear you.”
Giggling, Domi tipped her head back at her boyfriend with
his full head of blond hair.
“That’s what you get for insisting on coming to ladies’
night.”
“Nick will be here when he’s done for the night,” Avery
said encouragingly, patting Mitch on the shoulder. He looked as though he was
considering going all Dom on Domi’s ass. It kept her on her toes that he could
flip a switch, just like that, and suddenly, her bratty mouth was in trouble.
On the other hand, Iris had a feeling Domi liked to provoke
it. She might look like a pixie, so petite and cute with a riot of dark brown
curls, but she was a total brat when she wanted to be.
She exchanged a look with Rae, the other single in their
group. They were happy for Domi and Avery, but Iris felt a bit of envy. She
wasn’t sure she would find what they had here at Stronghold. Even though she
and Andrew had agreed to come on opposite nights when they wanted to scene, his
friends were still always around. While she got that he didn’t want her to go
to clubs where she might not be as safe as she was at Stronghold, it was almost
too safe at Stronghold.
Being a sub for the Dominance class had been nice because
it had been at Marquis, and she hadn’t been around her big brother’s friends,
who had a bad habit of coming over to talk to her when she was in discussions
with a prospective Dom. Except they didn’t really come over to talk to her.
They came over to talk to the Dom who had approached her, and it wasn’t as
though they were trying to chase him off, but that’s what ended up happening
every time.
It was a little demoralizing.
Rae’s problem was she totally had a thing for Mitch’s
friend Brian but wasn’t willing to admit it. Brian was one hundred percent a
Daddy Dom, and Rae insisted she had no interest in a Daddy Dom, even if she
dressed like a baby girl whenever she was at the club. It was too bad because
Iris thought they’d make a good couple, but it wasn’t her business.
“Are you two crazy kids planning on playing tonight?” she
asked Mitch, distracting him from his contemplation of whether or not to Dom
out on Domi.
“Yes.” He tugged one of Domi’s curls, pulling it down and
letting it go, so it sprang back into place. “I’ve reserved one of the rooms,
but she doesn’t know which one yet.”
“It’s the interrogation room,” Domi said, a little smile
curving one side of her lips.
“It’s important to maintain an aura of mystery to keep the
relationship interesting,” Mitch said a little louder, acting like he hadn’t
heard her.
“It’s the interrogation room.”
Mitch got a little louder.
“Which is why I make sure to regularly surprise Domi.”
“It’s still the interrogation room.”
“Are you two going to the interrogation room tonight?” A
smiling face appeared behind Avery but not Nick—Brian quickly followed by
Mitch’s friends, Kincaid and Zach, who were holding hands. Though Iris noticed
Zach glanced over at the Lounge area, where Amy was sitting and chatting with
her friends Caroline and Morgan.
“No.”
“Yes.” Domi grinned when Mitch grabbed a fistful of her
hair, bending her head back so she was forced to look up at him. The move also
made her breasts move within her corset.
“It’s not the interrogation room, little brat, and you’d
better watch it, or you’re going to get more than you bargained for tonight.”
The threat was made with a growl.
Rae and Iris sighed simultaneously. That was hot.
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Iris
“He’s staring at your ass,” Amy whispered to her.
“He is not.” Iris straightened and glanced over her
shoulder. Her Watch Dom was saying hello to Master Asad, not looking at her
ass. She looked back at Amy, scowling, and the blonde spread her hands wide.
“He was looking, I swear. He watches you a lot when you
don’t realize.” Amy’s smile was mischievous.
If she was someone else, Iris might not have believed her,
but Amy was nice, even if most of her friends weren’t. Iris tried not to judge
Amy by her friends since she was hardly one to talk. Besides, she was pretty
sure Amy’s niceness was exactly how she’d gotten caught up in that particular
group of Stronghold subs—she was too nice to break away from them.
Iris snorted.
“That’s because he’s sure the second he takes his eye off
me, I’ll get into trouble.” Something flipped in her stomach—she really didn’t
want to get into trouble.
Every night, at the end of her shift, when she’d done a
good job, Master Law told her she’d been a good girl in that gruff way of his.
Sure, he’d said it almost suspiciously the first few nights, but now he just
said it, and every time it happened, it was the best moment of her day.
There had only been a few days when she’d missed the mark.
Though when he’d threatened to spank her for pouring a drink out on Chad’s lap,
it hadn’t been her worst moment.
The worst day had been when she’d mouthed off to her
brother—who’d deliberately been a dick—and Master Law had just shaken his head
and looked away. No ‘good girl’ that day. No praise. No reaction.
Iris was willing to be very, very good if it meant avoiding
another day like that.
“You’ve barely gotten into trouble all month,” Amy replied,
shaking her head. “By now, he should know he doesn’t need to worry about that. The
only times you do something are when it’s deserved.”
Warmth filled Iris’ chest, and she smiled. It was nice to
have that acknowledged. Why was it so much easier for women to notice her
effort and praise her? Master Law was the only one who seemed to notice out of
the Doms. Her brother sure as hell didn’t. He’d spent his whole life only
paying attention to her when she was affecting him, which hadn’t changed now
that they were adults.
“I’m trying. Only a few more days and I’m free of my Watch
Dom.” Oddly, she would miss it. She’d been pissed when she’d realized Patrick
had assigned Master Law to keep an eye on her, but with every ‘good girl’ she’d
received, she was a lot less mad about it.
What was she going to do when it was gone?
Oh, go cry about it, why don’t you?
Yeah, melancholy was not her normal state.
“Who are you hanging out with tonight?” she asked Amy.
“Morgan’s coming by soon, and I think Zach might be in
later, but I don’t know if he’ll be available to scene.” Though Amy’s
expression didn’t change, there was something in her voice whenever she said
Zach’s name. She was still wearing another man’s ring on her finger, and she
was devoted to her fiancé. Iris’ understanding was Amy only scened platonically
because her fiancé was completely vanilla but knew about her kink and was ‘understanding.’
They weren’t polygamous, so that was one really
understanding guy, or he didn’t care about Amy. Iris hoped it was the latter
because she was pretty sure Zach was in love with Amy, and he was a nice guy. He
also had a boyfriend, who didn’t mind that Zach and Amy scened together, and
Kincaid was definitely completely in love with Zach.
Kink was very complicated sometimes.
“Great, well, I’ll be right back with your drink.” She gave
Amy a smile and straightened. Back to work.
She had a ‘good girl’ to earn by the end of the night.
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Anthony
Feeling the beauty’s resistance fade as she submitted to
him, a carnal desire, unlike any Anthony had ever known, filled him. She was
like an unbroken horse, a purebred, and well worth the time it took to tame
her. While he had often indulged in games of control and domination and
submission, he’d never been particularly drawn to the women who were a
challenge.
But this woman? She was challenge incarnate, and mastering
her felt far more satisfying than he would have believed.
With their tongues tangled, he thrust his hips with long,
slow movements. Her heels dug into the small of his back, encouraging him,
spurring him forward, as did her passionate response to his kiss. When he felt
her hesitate, he pressed forward, impaling her with his cock and rubbing his
groin against hers to stimulate the little button of pleasure located at the
apex of her womanhood.
She shuddered, her hips thrusting up to meet him, rubbing
even more firmly against him.
Anthony released her lips and moved his mouth back down
over her neck. Her gasp as he nipped at her tender flesh, biting down only a
little, and the way she clenched around him, drove him onward.
“Oh!” She writhed beneath him, her hands pressing against
his as if she was trying to move them to touch him, but he kept them pressed
down, enjoying the feel of her struggling against him.
Pushing her hands above her head, he moved them together,
so he could hold down both wrists with one hand. Her eyes popped open, and she
glared up at him, but the confliction in her gaze was clear. While she very
much liked what he was doing to her, she didn’t want to like it—he didn’t know
which excited him even more.
Normally, Anthony preferred women who wanted to submit, who
let him take control easily and without objection. This wildcat was nothing
like that, yet he found the difference to be wildly arousing rather than
putting him off.
He thrust in deep again, leaning in to use his weight to
pin her to the bed.
“Tell me you want me.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
Anthony laughed. She really was challenge incarnate.
“Of course I would, which is why I said it. Now, if you
want me to fuck you, tell me.”
He rotated his hips, grinding his pubis against hers, and
she shuddered, hips lifting. He stopped, and she mewled in protest, her
eyelashes fluttering before she glared up at him again. Grinning, Anthony
dipped his head and nipped her collarbone. She gasped, and clenched around him.
“Tell me, minx, and I’ll make you scream with pleasure.”
Lifting his head, he stared down at her, and she glared up at him as her jaw
worked. The fury in her gaze at being denied was as hot as her passion.
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