Page 74 of Regal Feather
Tony at least seemed to take it into consideration. I appreciated the people who didn’t rush to offer a solution.
I had to say, with him here in an all-leather ensemble, I definitely felt the strength that oozed off him. It was similar to the one that oozed off most people at the base. The one I’d never been able to replicate.
“Has Ev told you about Danny?”
“Yeah.”
Danny’s dynamic with León and Carlos was the one he talked about the most. If it wasn’t because I still felt off-center with León, I would’ve reached out to him instead of Tony, but Tony and Erika were the ones he talked about the most apart from those three. Tony just happened to sit closer to me when we went to the munch the other week.
“I’ve seen that boy come undone, bleeding strapped up to a cross,” he said. He held my gaze as he spoke, completely unmoved. I swallowed. “I’ve also seen him come undone with a barely reddened ass.”
“Okay?”
Tony sighed. “The physical aspect can be one hell of a catalyst, but it’s the psychological one that will keep a sub coming back for more.”
I hummed.
Footsteps alerted me that Ever was running down the stairs.
Time was up.
Tony still watched me too intently.
I shivered.
“Sorry I took so long, Sir.”
“You’re good.” Tony grazed him with a smile that bordered on mocking.
I didn’t think I could replicate that, but Ever still came to my side without my doing anything.
I couldn’t depict the look Tony sent me. I ignored it. I could text him later. It would prove what an unprepared mess I was, but it would be less humiliating.
“Do you still want to do this?”
“Sure.” Ever bobbed his head up and down.
He was trying to frown, but the soft smile on his lips trumped the effect. I was kissing it off him before I could think straight.
Maybe I could just go by intuition, or something. Ever kept going on and on about how León was the best Dom because of how he went with the flow of a scene and how organic everything felt when he had his focus on a sub. Tony hadn’t used those words, but he’d talked about leaning on my strengths and taking control in whatever way worked best.
Maybe my way of taking control was simply staking my claim on him. Over and over and over.
“Go down on your knees, babes.”
Maybe it was okay if my voice trembled a bit, and I didn’t have the imposing posture all other Doms seemed to have.
Ever seemed too happy to follow the command, regardless, and that was what should matter.
“W-what are you going to do?”
Deep breaths.
I was in control here.
There was no subterfuge. Ever was on his knees because I’d asked him to. We had a man watching because I’d asked for it. There wasn’t a ploy to manipulate me running beneath the surface.
It was Ever.
