whatever he wanted up to that point. That’s what submitting to him was about. She respected that just as he respected her limits. Here of all places, it was of utmost importance to behave. She knew without him telling her so that his position in this D/s community would be questioned if his sub was rebellious or disrespectful. She could mouth off at home but not here.
The hostess stopped at a tiny table and told Max to have an enjoyable evening. She disappeared without ever acknowledging Ana. Ana made a face and turned to the table. It had only one chair. Why was there only one chair? Confused, she looked askance at Max. With a discreet tilt of his head, he indicated toward the couple at the table beside them. The woman sat on the floor between her master’s splayed knees, her legs curled beneath her and her head resting on his thigh. Glancing around the club, Ana saw that many subs were in the same position. The subs didn’t appear demeaned by their lowly positions. They appeared… protected and even coddled as their Masters petted and fed them.
Okay, if that was the way it was.
She waited for Max to sit then folded herself into the same position as the sub beside them. A slight tug at her collar made her look up at Max. He smiled down at her as he draped the leash over his thigh. He cupped the back of her head and tipped it a little farther back, giving her a lingering kiss. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. She was totally out of her element.
“Just relax, angel. I’ll lead you.”
78
Master Me
His assurance didn’t soothe the butterflies pounding around in her stomach. Not much did, as she furtively glanced around in shell-shocked amazement. The show on the center floor reminded her of a circus. It was a show for all intents and purposes, the actors caught in a frenzy of sexual activity. Each seemed to want to outdo the last and Ana could only watch in horror. Tyler had intended to put her body on display on the floor like the other Doms were doing. He’d intended to give her body up to whatever bidder came forth. Bile rose in her throat as she watched what looked like money exchange hands and flies open.
Idly, Max stroked her hair while she stared in transfixed shock. She barely noticed his brothers Ryan and Theo arriving with their wives, Jessica and Keera. Josh tagged along behind the couples, alone. She worked with all five but had never seen them in this light. The men were dressed identically to Max and she saw for the first time that they had the same tattoos, just as Max had said. How could she have known them all these years, been part of so many of their family functions and not known this?
The women were attired in the same way she was. Though they were married to Theo and Ryan, Max had explained to her earlier that Keera and Jessica were subs too.
Together, the seven of them were unmistakably a family—four black-haired, gray-eyed gods and their women. Ana’s stomach clenched at the thought. She wanted to belong with this family. She couldn’t. It would hurt too much when she said goodbye. She always had to say goodbye. Heck, she’d even said goodbye to her own family when her father had been transferred several years ago. She’d made the decision to stay behind and nothing had ever been the same.
She was alone. Max’s hand caressing her said otherwise yet she couldn’t forget she was leaving even him in a few more weeks. Turning away from the people who filled the soon-to-be-empty corners of her life, she focused on a sub who’d been led to the floor moments ago. She writhed, moaning loudly over the music while three men took her.
That could have been her.
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Brynn Paulin
She buried her face in Max’s thigh.
“Come here, angel,” Max murmured. He pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled his slightly parted legs with her back pressed to his chest. She gasped in surprise as her skirt hiked up, exposing her to whoever might walk
The hostess stopped at a tiny table and told Max to have an enjoyable evening. She disappeared without ever acknowledging Ana. Ana made a face and turned to the table. It had only one chair. Why was there only one chair? Confused, she looked askance at Max. With a discreet tilt of his head, he indicated toward the couple at the table beside them. The woman sat on the floor between her master’s splayed knees, her legs curled beneath her and her head resting on his thigh. Glancing around the club, Ana saw that many subs were in the same position. The subs didn’t appear demeaned by their lowly positions. They appeared… protected and even coddled as their Masters petted and fed them.
Okay, if that was the way it was.
She waited for Max to sit then folded herself into the same position as the sub beside them. A slight tug at her collar made her look up at Max. He smiled down at her as he draped the leash over his thigh. He cupped the back of her head and tipped it a little farther back, giving her a lingering kiss. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. She was totally out of her element.
“Just relax, angel. I’ll lead you.”
78
Master Me
His assurance didn’t soothe the butterflies pounding around in her stomach. Not much did, as she furtively glanced around in shell-shocked amazement. The show on the center floor reminded her of a circus. It was a show for all intents and purposes, the actors caught in a frenzy of sexual activity. Each seemed to want to outdo the last and Ana could only watch in horror. Tyler had intended to put her body on display on the floor like the other Doms were doing. He’d intended to give her body up to whatever bidder came forth. Bile rose in her throat as she watched what looked like money exchange hands and flies open.
Idly, Max stroked her hair while she stared in transfixed shock. She barely noticed his brothers Ryan and Theo arriving with their wives, Jessica and Keera. Josh tagged along behind the couples, alone. She worked with all five but had never seen them in this light. The men were dressed identically to Max and she saw for the first time that they had the same tattoos, just as Max had said. How could she have known them all these years, been part of so many of their family functions and not known this?
The women were attired in the same way she was. Though they were married to Theo and Ryan, Max had explained to her earlier that Keera and Jessica were subs too.
Together, the seven of them were unmistakably a family—four black-haired, gray-eyed gods and their women. Ana’s stomach clenched at the thought. She wanted to belong with this family. She couldn’t. It would hurt too much when she said goodbye. She always had to say goodbye. Heck, she’d even said goodbye to her own family when her father had been transferred several years ago. She’d made the decision to stay behind and nothing had ever been the same.
She was alone. Max’s hand caressing her said otherwise yet she couldn’t forget she was leaving even him in a few more weeks. Turning away from the people who filled the soon-to-be-empty corners of her life, she focused on a sub who’d been led to the floor moments ago. She writhed, moaning loudly over the music while three men took her.
That could have been her.
79
Brynn Paulin
She buried her face in Max’s thigh.
“Come here, angel,” Max murmured. He pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled his slightly parted legs with her back pressed to his chest. She gasped in surprise as her skirt hiked up, exposing her to whoever might walk
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