she didn’t really hear anything past the pounding of her heart and the blood rushing in her ears. Her attention had focused completely on the man who had been at the front of the line, wearing a leather harness that screamed sub and an aura of power that shouted alpha male. He looked near her age, late thirties, with short, dark hair—but not too short. She could imagine him looking nearly as sexy as he did right now, completely covered in a suit and tie. His strong features and bright eyes called to her. Were they green? It was hard to tell from that distance.
He scanned the audience, his gaze dancing over her with no hesitation. Her throat went dry, an impossible feat as the rest of her felt sticky with heat despite the excellent air conditioning.
An idea began to form, one that she immediately dismissed as insane but still couldn’t force out of her head. It took effort, but she managed to concentrate past her heartbeat, past the rumble of the crowd, to the man at the microphone and the instructions he was giving. Two hours, no sex allowed. She’d missed the name of the charity the money was going to, but it didn’t matter, shouldn’t matter, because there was no way she was going to participate. No way.
Bad idea
.
And yet, she still hadn’t looked away from
him
. The first in the line of men very much
not
wearing suits. The man she could win tonight, claim two hours from…if she had totally lost her mind. And if she could focus well enough to figure out what she needed to do.
It had never occurred to her to consider a sub. There was no question that she was one herself; she’d never had the slightest desire to be a top. Now, a sub seemed like the perfect answer. She could do what she needed to do, without asking. She could take what she needed to take, give what she needed to give, and it would be his task to let her.
Her brain tried to convince her that she should look at the other men. Maybe find one that wasn’t quite so attractive, or so…strong. She’d known of a couple alpha-male subs, mostly military men or high-powered executives. They wouldn’t be looking for what she had in mind. Then again, the point here was that she would get to choose how they spent their two hours. Of course, being attracted to the man wasn’t even a necessity and could actually be a distraction, so the smart thing to do would be to check out the other options. Her gaze never strayed while she considered that logic, and then ignored it.
“As you all know, these unattached Doms have agreed to be auctioned off tonight to support our charity drive.” The MC’s words finally managed to regain her attention.
She blinked. Doms? Flicking a glance at the rest of the lineup, she saw they were all similarly attired in basic sub fetish gear, hands cuffed together in front of them, so she felt excused in her assumption. And yet they still managed to pull off a Dominant vibe.
“What you may not know is that they lost a group bet, which is why they’re up here dressed as you see, rather than as they’d prefer.”
The audience laughed and offered appreciative catcalls. Dana briefly wondered what the bet must have been to have the stakes be so high. She couldn’t imagine what would have a whole group of Doms agreeing to act as subs, but it must have been big. She wished they’d get on with things. Although, maybe now that she knew the men weren’t really subs, she should reconsider. But they had agreed to play the part for this event, and now that she had the idea in her head, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. A stranger meant no expectations, no need to do the getting to know each other dance. Get in, get out, go home. Perfect.
A skinny guy on a couch against the wall called something out that Dana missed completely, but the man she was watching raised an eyebrow and gave him a very Domly look. The audience laughed. She shuddered.
Bad idea, this was definitely a bad idea
. Her gaze fixed on the simple leather
He scanned the audience, his gaze dancing over her with no hesitation. Her throat went dry, an impossible feat as the rest of her felt sticky with heat despite the excellent air conditioning.
An idea began to form, one that she immediately dismissed as insane but still couldn’t force out of her head. It took effort, but she managed to concentrate past her heartbeat, past the rumble of the crowd, to the man at the microphone and the instructions he was giving. Two hours, no sex allowed. She’d missed the name of the charity the money was going to, but it didn’t matter, shouldn’t matter, because there was no way she was going to participate. No way.
Bad idea
.
And yet, she still hadn’t looked away from
him
. The first in the line of men very much
not
wearing suits. The man she could win tonight, claim two hours from…if she had totally lost her mind. And if she could focus well enough to figure out what she needed to do.
It had never occurred to her to consider a sub. There was no question that she was one herself; she’d never had the slightest desire to be a top. Now, a sub seemed like the perfect answer. She could do what she needed to do, without asking. She could take what she needed to take, give what she needed to give, and it would be his task to let her.
Her brain tried to convince her that she should look at the other men. Maybe find one that wasn’t quite so attractive, or so…strong. She’d known of a couple alpha-male subs, mostly military men or high-powered executives. They wouldn’t be looking for what she had in mind. Then again, the point here was that she would get to choose how they spent their two hours. Of course, being attracted to the man wasn’t even a necessity and could actually be a distraction, so the smart thing to do would be to check out the other options. Her gaze never strayed while she considered that logic, and then ignored it.
“As you all know, these unattached Doms have agreed to be auctioned off tonight to support our charity drive.” The MC’s words finally managed to regain her attention.
She blinked. Doms? Flicking a glance at the rest of the lineup, she saw they were all similarly attired in basic sub fetish gear, hands cuffed together in front of them, so she felt excused in her assumption. And yet they still managed to pull off a Dominant vibe.
“What you may not know is that they lost a group bet, which is why they’re up here dressed as you see, rather than as they’d prefer.”
The audience laughed and offered appreciative catcalls. Dana briefly wondered what the bet must have been to have the stakes be so high. She couldn’t imagine what would have a whole group of Doms agreeing to act as subs, but it must have been big. She wished they’d get on with things. Although, maybe now that she knew the men weren’t really subs, she should reconsider. But they had agreed to play the part for this event, and now that she had the idea in her head, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. A stranger meant no expectations, no need to do the getting to know each other dance. Get in, get out, go home. Perfect.
A skinny guy on a couch against the wall called something out that Dana missed completely, but the man she was watching raised an eyebrow and gave him a very Domly look. The audience laughed. She shuddered.
Bad idea, this was definitely a bad idea
. Her gaze fixed on the simple leather
Similar Books
