Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(32)

“I don’t want nudity to bother you, Laurel. Certainly not your own. You’re gorgeous and you’re mine. I’m going to love showing off your body. I’m thinking about showing it off right now. What are you thinking about, baby?”

He slid the skirt to her waist, completely exposing her * and backside. Cool air hit her sensitive flesh and she felt the most delicious chill go up her spine.

“You. Nothing else.” It was the nice thing about the time they spent playing. She could let go of everything else. There was no reason to worry. This was the place where she could live in the moment. Every other moment of her life she suddenly had to worry about the future, but here she could simply be Master Mitchell’s submissive.

His hand moved between her legs. “Let’s see what happens when you think of me.”

A finger slide through her labia, parting her * and gently curving up. His thumb found her clitoris and pressed down and up and then moved in a sensuous circle.

Her whole body responded, softening, preparing.

“Hands above your head,” he commanded in that low growl that always got her motor running.

She moved her hands over her head, holding her right wrist with her left. It brought the shirt she was wearing up to the point that the bottoms of her breasts were showing.

He withdrew his hand, much to her dismay. He brought his fingers up, a grin on his face. “I like the way you think about me, Laurel.”

He sucked his soaked fingers inside his mouth, obviously savoring the taste of her arousal. When he was done, he crowded her again.

“You’re the only man who could ever get me this hot this fast.” She wanted him to know this crazy piece of her only seemed to be for him. She couldn’t imagine standing here in a crowded room with her legs spread wide for all to see with anyone except him. She’d been perfectly vanilla until she’d met Mitchell Bradford, and she would likely go back into her comfy shell if he left her.

“I intend to keep it that way.” It was the closest thing he would say about the future. He tugged her skirt down. “Come with me. It’s time to get started.”

She followed him through the club, well aware that the ache inside, the desperate wanting, was all part of her Dom’s punishment for disobeying him. He’d felt how wet she was and he was going to leave her waiting. It was all part of the scene.

In the weeks they’d been living together, she’d gotten used to Mitch’s version of play. He was a man of routine. He liked the discipline of holding to a schedule. While that might sound boring to a lot of people, Laurel loved the fact that the man came home every night at six o’clock on the dot without fail. She knew to be undressed and waiting for him, and had never once been left on her knees waiting.

For a girl who never knew if her mother was going to show up at all, it was comforting.

But she did miss his passion. He’d found the routine of discipline and he no longer deviated. While he’d put aside the use of withdrawal of affection as a punishment, he still wasn’t exactly chatty. He would listen to her all day but never said a word about his past or their future.

She walked with him, looking around her at all the happy couples. There were a few women she knew from her training classes. Before subs were ever introduced to Doms, they had to go through classes and pass a psych eval. She waved at a couple of her friends who seemed to be flirting with the new Doms.

They briefly stopped at one of the odder scene spaces. She’d passed the classroom space, with its school desks and chalkboards where professors spanked wayward subs who didn’t do their homework. This was like a classroom, but an almost medieval one.

She recognized the “professor” in the scene. Jesse Murdoch was wearing a long, dark robe and standing in front of a series of beakers and cauldrons that had what looked like steam coming out of them.

“Miss Grant, this potion is atrocious and not befitting of a witch of your caliber,” Jesse said in a dark tone.

She felt her eyes widen as she realized where the scene was coming from. Phoebe Murdoch stood, her hair flowing and eyes wide. She was wearing a robe too, though hers barely covered her backside and she didn’t seem to be wearing anything underneath it.

“I suppose you’ll have to punish me, professor. For the good of all the wizarding world,” she said as she presented her ass to him.

“I don’t think that’s what J.K. Rowling intended wands to do,” she whispered to Mitch.

He shook his head and continued toward the center of the dungeon and the raised stage. She definitely knew a couple of the people in this crowd, but she couldn’t tell what kind of scene was being performed.

That was when she saw the rope that had been placed on a table along with what looked to be a ridiculously large anal plug and some lube.

He was not about to…

“Come on, baby.” He started to help her to the stairs.

“This is the main stage.”

“Yes, and this is a teaching scene. The new Doms are all expected to attend. We wouldn’t want to be late, would we?”

There were a lot of people and they were about to watch Mitch tie her up. What was she doing? She was pregnant. She was going to be a mom. She shouldn’t be out here.

“Laurel?”

She realized she was standing there and everyone was watching them. Mitch was going to be angry. He’d planned this whole scene and he wouldn’t like her messing it up.