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

studied her but suspected she wouldn’t elaborate. Not tonight, at least, and perhaps never, unless he developed a deeper relationship with her.
    He also suspected the answers she sought were a key to the reason she tried to wall herself off from others.
    And maybe even tied to the fact that she was single, considering her abrupt relocation from Ohio to Florida.
     
    * * * *
     
    Shayla tried to stay objective as she watched other scenes unfold. As Tony predicted, Landry did scene with Cris. It was a hard and heavy scene completely unlike the way Landry had topped Valerie. And she found it every bit as sexy as the scene between Sully and Mac earlier.
    The brute force, the clear sadism in Landry’s movements, the way Cris responded to him, all of it mixed together to take her breath away and wish she could experience some of that herself.
    Ross then scened with Loren, a sensual scene that ended with a round of forced orgasms for Loren and left Shayla’s panties damp just from watching them. Seth scened with Leah, a mix of pain and pleasure different yet from what she’d witnessed.
    Part of Shayla’s brain recoiled at what she saw, the impact play, tears, marks and welts and actions that looked completely contradictory to what made up loving, caring relationships.
    Tilly scened with a man who, it turned out, was a former client of hers. She was sadistic, every bit as brutal with him as Landry had been with Cris. And yet even Shayla could sense the way Tilly seemed to read the man’s body language, how she raised and lowered the intensity throughout the scene until she finally ended it after what Tony called a warm-down.
    And despite the man being in tears and obvious pain a few minutes earlier, he was left smiling and even gave Tilly a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek when he recovered.
    That was the part Shayla found difficult to reconcile. The contradiction of the bottom appreciating what the Top did for them.
    Landry’s third scene of the night—Tilly. As Tony had predicted, the tender, loving hubby came out. Less impact play than with Valerie, but a lot more sensual sensation play.
    And far more forced orgasms.
    By the time he finished with her, Tilly was a limp puddle who could barely stand. He wrapped a blanket around her and carried her over to one of the couches where he sat with her while Cris cleaned up the bench and put away their implements.
    Part of her envied the women—and a few men—being topped. She knew they had a trust in their Dominant that she didn’t have. She felt a sensual, visceral emotion she didn’t know how to label, and watching the scenes that ended in orgasm for the bottom wasn’t a hardship, for sure.
    She didn’t know if she’d ever again have the trust they had in their Tops with anyone. Not after what she’d been through.
    Sully approached her and Tony a little after midnight. “Did you want to sit down and talk?” Sully asked her.
    “Oh, yes. Please. If you don’t mind.”
    “No, we don’t mind. We’ll be leaving soon, and Mac’s feeling up to talking again.”
    Shayla was glad Tony trailed along behind without her having to ask as Sully led her to the sofa area where Clarisse was curled up in Mac’s lap. Mac had gotten dressed again. Except for the leather collar buckled around his neck, and the cuffs around his wrists, he looked like any other guy. He wore jeans and a black, short-sleeved collared knit shirt.
    She pulled her notebook and pen out of her purse. “I honestly don’t even know where to begin,” she admitted. “I’m pretty brain-fried at this point.”
    Sully smiled. “I can give you our contact info,” he said. “We can always do a phone interview, or by e-mail.”
    She handed over the notebook and pen. “That would be great, thanks.”
    Clarisse smiled at her from Mac’s lap. “It’s a lot to take in at first.”
    “Everyone keeps telling me that. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”
    “Don’t worry,” Clarisse assured her.