was sixteen. Blonde, tan, and tiny.
“How old are you?” Roman asked.
“Twenty, sir. That’s why I’m allowed to bartend here, there’s no alcohol.” She smiled, flashing beautiful white, straight teeth.
“Roman Chase,” he said, extending his hand. She took it hesitantly and shook.
“From Brooks Wilde Chase. I’ve heard of you guys. I’m new here, so I—”
“Now you tell me your name,” Roman said, still holding her hand, enjoying the uncomfortable look in her eyes when she realized she was talking to the closest the club had to a celebrity. Well, one of them, anyway.
“Jessica,” she whispered. The lights at the bar illuminated her pretty blonde hair, and Roman just couldn’t help but imagine what those pink lips of hers would look like spread with a ball gag.
He smiled. “Nice to meet you, Jessica.”
M arc pulled the short black leather leash out of his pocket and held it up for Lauren to see in the relative privacy of their booth.
“I’d like to put this on you, and lead you somewhere we can play. Is that okay by you?”
Lauren looked nervous for a moment, then she smiled. “Of course, sir.”
He attached the leash to her collar, his cock getting hard just at the sight of Lauren—his Lauren— submitting to him so readily.
“You’re just pretending, like Roman suggested,” Marc said, as the realization hit him.
“Come on Marc, it was great advice. How am I going to give being your sub the ol’ college try if I keep looking at everything through the eyes of Domme?”
“But I like your eyes,” he teased.
“I like your eyes too.” She started to stand but he gently tugged the leash and she sat back down at the booth, looking confused. “Oh, wow. Okay. I’ll wait for your lead, then.”
He took her face his hand, caressing her porcelain skin, and kissed her, hard. “Safewords still apply. You can always safeword out. I might want to hurt you a bit, but I’d never harm you. You know that, right?”
“Out of everyone in the world, you’re the only Dom I’d say I trust one hundred percent,” she whispered.
“Good. And I need to trust you, too,” Marc said. “That you won’t take this pretending thing so far that you wind up having to go through some sort of therapy after I’m done with you.”
She laughed. “Just give good aftercare.”
Now Marc stood, and she followed his lead, stepping out of the booth and walking across the crowded club. She followed closely, both because of the crippling high heels and the leash. But even without her usual dominant stride, she drew all eyes.
Marc had a feeling everyone was wondering what the hell is going on.
“Mistress Lauren?” LeatherBottom squealed in surprise when he saw her, immediately dropping to his knees and kissing the toes of her heels. “I’m so sorry, Mistress Lauren, I couldn’t help but to scream for him.”
Marc looked at him sternly. “Get the fuck up off the floor. I won the bet, and Lauren is doing this of her own free will. And if you ever touch or kiss my property again I will personally make sure you are suspended from WhipperSnapper until her time as my sub is up.”
LeatherBottom immediately stood, not daring to look at Lauren in the eyes without Marc’s permission now.
“Sorry, sir,” he said, and scurried off.
Good. He had to mark his territory, so to speak, or everyone would just be following Lauren around begging to lick her boots like they usually did.
He had to make it clear that she was his.
Originally, Marc wanted a private setting, but now he realized he needed to make their first experience very public, to show everyone.
“With your consent, baby,” he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to flog you in front of everyone on the Saint Andrew’s Cross.”
“Are you trying to humiliate me?” she asked, but there was no teasing in her voice.
“Humiliate you? Is that what submitting to me feels like?” He’d never want to humiliate her, it wasn’t his style. Sure,
“How old are you?” Roman asked.
“Twenty, sir. That’s why I’m allowed to bartend here, there’s no alcohol.” She smiled, flashing beautiful white, straight teeth.
“Roman Chase,” he said, extending his hand. She took it hesitantly and shook.
“From Brooks Wilde Chase. I’ve heard of you guys. I’m new here, so I—”
“Now you tell me your name,” Roman said, still holding her hand, enjoying the uncomfortable look in her eyes when she realized she was talking to the closest the club had to a celebrity. Well, one of them, anyway.
“Jessica,” she whispered. The lights at the bar illuminated her pretty blonde hair, and Roman just couldn’t help but imagine what those pink lips of hers would look like spread with a ball gag.
He smiled. “Nice to meet you, Jessica.”
M arc pulled the short black leather leash out of his pocket and held it up for Lauren to see in the relative privacy of their booth.
“I’d like to put this on you, and lead you somewhere we can play. Is that okay by you?”
Lauren looked nervous for a moment, then she smiled. “Of course, sir.”
He attached the leash to her collar, his cock getting hard just at the sight of Lauren—his Lauren— submitting to him so readily.
“You’re just pretending, like Roman suggested,” Marc said, as the realization hit him.
“Come on Marc, it was great advice. How am I going to give being your sub the ol’ college try if I keep looking at everything through the eyes of Domme?”
“But I like your eyes,” he teased.
“I like your eyes too.” She started to stand but he gently tugged the leash and she sat back down at the booth, looking confused. “Oh, wow. Okay. I’ll wait for your lead, then.”
He took her face his hand, caressing her porcelain skin, and kissed her, hard. “Safewords still apply. You can always safeword out. I might want to hurt you a bit, but I’d never harm you. You know that, right?”
“Out of everyone in the world, you’re the only Dom I’d say I trust one hundred percent,” she whispered.
“Good. And I need to trust you, too,” Marc said. “That you won’t take this pretending thing so far that you wind up having to go through some sort of therapy after I’m done with you.”
She laughed. “Just give good aftercare.”
Now Marc stood, and she followed his lead, stepping out of the booth and walking across the crowded club. She followed closely, both because of the crippling high heels and the leash. But even without her usual dominant stride, she drew all eyes.
Marc had a feeling everyone was wondering what the hell is going on.
“Mistress Lauren?” LeatherBottom squealed in surprise when he saw her, immediately dropping to his knees and kissing the toes of her heels. “I’m so sorry, Mistress Lauren, I couldn’t help but to scream for him.”
Marc looked at him sternly. “Get the fuck up off the floor. I won the bet, and Lauren is doing this of her own free will. And if you ever touch or kiss my property again I will personally make sure you are suspended from WhipperSnapper until her time as my sub is up.”
LeatherBottom immediately stood, not daring to look at Lauren in the eyes without Marc’s permission now.
“Sorry, sir,” he said, and scurried off.
Good. He had to mark his territory, so to speak, or everyone would just be following Lauren around begging to lick her boots like they usually did.
He had to make it clear that she was his.
Originally, Marc wanted a private setting, but now he realized he needed to make their first experience very public, to show everyone.
“With your consent, baby,” he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to flog you in front of everyone on the Saint Andrew’s Cross.”
“Are you trying to humiliate me?” she asked, but there was no teasing in her voice.
“Humiliate you? Is that what submitting to me feels like?” He’d never want to humiliate her, it wasn’t his style. Sure,
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