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Keeping my head down, I refuse to rise to his baiting. As the zip reaches my waist, it parts like the pages of a book, falling stiffly to the floor.
Dan’s gaze drops to the triangle of pale lace between my legs, where it stays. Is he shocked by their familiarity? Remembering the times he’d slipped my panties down my legs?
‘Mr Smith. The Master requires her underwear.’ He holds out his hand with the command.
Near naked, in front of a sea of people, masked faces that cling to one wall as though not daring to enter further for fear of their Master’s machinations... I feel envied. Desired. My reactions are not at all in keeping with how I probably should feel.
As I glance back at Dan, noticing he now holds a champagne flute by its rim. Seated now, he looks utterly at ease. One ankle crossed over the opposite knee, his posture screams of urbane inconsequence. I shiver as fingers slide between my panties and the skin of my hips, my eyes falling closed at the drag of material between my legs. As I open them again, Luke is in front of Dan. On his knees, arm outstretched. But Dan’s not watching him. His dark eyes are too busy burning holes in me.
‘Well?’ Dan purrs dangerously, his gaze sliding from me.
‘May I?’ Luke responds, indicating his outstretched hand.
Dan half-nods, and intrigued and half-sickened, I watch as Luke brings the delicate lace to his nose, deeply inhaling. He looks blissful. For a couple of seconds at least, until sitting forward, Dan grabs a fistful of his hair quite suddenly.
‘Wrong,’ he growls, tilting his head sideward. Luke swallows thickly, screwing his eyes tight. ‘You deserve a forfeit. The Master hadn’tsaid.’ He raises his gaze from the man on his knees. ‘Come closer, darling,’ he demands.
I shake my head, rousing myself, having watched this play out as though watching a piece of theatre or TV. My stomach is tight as I return to my role like one of Bluebeard’s betrotheds.A lamb to the slaughter might be a better analogy.
‘I believe I told you to strip.’
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. I ignore it, glancing down at Luke’s tipped back head, the look of desire directed at Dan. I find I don’t like it—not one bit—or the jealousy that rises unexpectedly. So much for showing Dan what a fool he’d been, what he’d miss after I’d fucked someone else, leaving one final time. But it’s not as though I’d absolutely considered Luke an active participant in my scheme. I look down at him; sandy hair, built, and sort of rugged looking. But no, I hadn’t been set on screwing him.
But I also hadn’t planned on him wanting Dan.
Dan wasn’t into him, was he? He had to be playing with me. Why, then, did his gaze then fall to the man on his knees?
‘What do you think I should do to him?’ he asks dispassionately. When I don’t answer, he directs the question at Luke. ‘What do you think I should do to you?’ His voice is now slow and sensual, causing my insides to twist.
Licking his parched lips, Luke’s mouth moves wordlessly.
‘Should I go easy on you?’ Dan tilts his head. ‘Or not?’ He pulls Luke’s again making him exhale a soft moan. ‘Perhaps I’ll meet you halfway,’ Dan continues. ‘Perhaps, whatever I decide, I’ll allow you to choose the hand of its delivery. Who would you choose?’
Luke doesn’t answer. He looks a little confused.
‘Come now, no one’s judging here. Youhavebeen here before?’ Luke agrees, nodding as well as anyone is able in his position. ‘And you’ve played with men in the past?’
‘A little,’ Luke whispers hoarsely.
‘Then perhaps it’s still early days?’ Dan suggests in an encouraging tone. ‘I imagine the men you’ve been involved with have been part of a group. Always including a woman?’ Luke agrees, but Dan isn’t done. ‘Some soft swinging, paired with a little light dominance? And over time, you’ve come to realise you’d like to explore... more?’
Luke’s answer is more a look than an action of confirmation.
A please don’t make me answer.
Please just do it—decide for me.
Please just do it already—use me.
‘Darling, take my glass.’ I reach for it instinctively, pulling my hand away a beat too late. ‘A forfeit for you, too, it seems,’ he says, his smile taking on a feral edge. ‘Then it’s decided; we’ll start with you both sucking my cock.’
In a moment of naked anger, I hurl the glass at the wall of mirrors.
‘You’re a sadistic bastard.’ My voice quavers, my hands balled into fists by my thighs. I try to control my breathing, try to control my tears—tears of anger and shame—because how can I suddenly see that very thing happening? See it like I want it. Like I need it to happen.
‘That’s true,’ Dan agrees without feeling. ‘But if you don’t like it, you can always leave.’ He inhales, pausing for a moment before adding more earnestly, ‘No one’s forcing you to stay.’
‘No,’ I growl from between gritted teeth. ‘I’m not leaving.’ Not for anything; he’s not winning this one. Iwillpunish him.
