The Denim Dom (Siren Publishing Sensations) by Tymber Dalton Page A

lash made Mac jump, his hips wildly trying to thrust against what Clarisse was doing with her hands while still trying to obey Sully’s order.
    “Depending on how you strike and what kind of fall is on the whip,” Tony said, “you can tickle someone or cut them to the bone.”
    That little tidbit quelled her throbbing clit. “Yikes.”
    He tipped his head toward Sully. “He’s good. Really good. I wish he’d teach classes on whip technique.”
    “Why doesn’t he?”
    He shrugged. “He just doesn’t have any interest in it. But as you can see, when they play they draw a crowd.” She glanced around and realized over half the club patrons had gathered to watch the trio.
    “Does everyone here play?”
    “Not usually. A lot of people only come out to watch and meet with their friends.”
    “Why would they come here then? Why not get together somewhere else?”
    He shrugged. “Why not? If people didn’t want to be watched, they could do this stuff in their living room or bedroom. I’m not saying everyone who plays is an exhibitionist or anything. Some people don’t have access to equipment like this at home, so they scene here or at a party. Or they have kids or other family at home and don’t have the privacy to play there. Some like to scene and don’t care who watches. Some like to be watched. Some people only do certain kinds of scenes in public and leave the rest for at home. And the voyeurs get their fix by watching.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Tony watched Shayla’s face as the scene played out before them. He didn’t know if she was fascinated or horrified by what she saw.
    Or perhaps a mixture of both.
    The scene ended when Sully began a crescendo of whip strikes along Mac’s ass before yelling, “Come!”
    Mac’s body went rigid as Clarisse stroked him to completion. After a moment, he went limp in his restraints and looked like he could barely hold himself up. Clarisse used a paper towel to remove the condom and wipe him up before snapping the jock back in place. Sully brought Mac down and, with Clarisse’s help, led him over to a quiet corner where Clarisse first put down the pillow and a blanket before helping Mac to the floor. He curled up with his head in her lap while Sully went to pick up their toys and clean the station.
    “Want something to drink?” he asked Shayla.
    He noticed her blinking, as if confused, before turning her focus to him. “I’m sorry, what?”
    “Water? Tea? Coffee? They usually have sodas, too.”
    “Oh. Water’s fine, thanks.”
    He led her over to the buffet area and fished a bottle of water out of a cooler. He twisted the cap loose before handing it to her.
    “Thanks.” As she took a swig, she looked pensive.
    “Thoughts?”
    “I’m just trying to figure out how to conduct an interview with them after what I just saw.”
    “So how are you liking the rabbit hole, Alice?”
    She let out a soft laugh. “It’s nothing like what I thought it’d be.”
    “What’d you think it would be like?”
    A dark look flitted across her features for a moment. Grief, perhaps? Maybe anger? He didn’t know, but part of him really wanted to find out even though he suspected tonight wasn’t the right time for that kind of in-depth discussion with her.
    “I really don’t know,” she finally answered. “I mean, yes, everything fits perfectly with what Ross and Loren talked about the other night.”
    She took another drink from her bottle. He suspected it was to give herself a moment to think. Then she looked up at him, and he realized she was the perfect height. She could wear stilettos and still be shorter than him.
    He’d swear deeply ingrained pain flared in her hazel eyes. “I’m thinking there are some questions I’ll probably never get answers to.”
    Tread lightly, Daniels. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m happy to try to answer anything I can.”
    Her gaze dropped to the floor. “I think no one here can answer those questions for me.”
    He