“Someone told you to walk behind me?”
“I thought I’d read it somewhere.” Her cheeks grew red.
“Some Doms might require it. But I want you close. Come here now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Damn. He wondered what it would be like to hear his name coming from her lips.
Fucking heaven, he was betting. That husky voice of hers just twisted up his insides.
She was quiet as they moved around the room. Far as he could tell, she didn’t show much of a reaction to anything.
He was growing more and more puzzled about why she was here.
Someone screamed and she jumped. Ink placed his hand on the small of her back without thinking.
She started, stepping away from him. Immediately, he pulled his hand back.
“Sorry, brown eyes,” he murmured. Her eyes were wide, her breathing rapid.
“No, no, I’m sorry, Sir. I just wasn’t expecting you to touch me.”
“I’ll warn you next time, then.” He grinned down at her. He got a glimmer of a smile back.
Well, that was something. He wondered what it would take to get her to actually smile.
Losing your charm, man.
They moved to another scene. A female sub was tied up on a spanking bench with her legs bent, her ass on display. Her Dom was holding a Hitachi wand to her clit. Her ass was red and she was writhing on the bench.
“Oh wow,” Betsy murmured.
She studied the submissive on the bench.
“Please, Sir, please,” the sub cried.
“No, not yet.”
“What is she wanting?” Betsy asked quietly.
“She wants to come.”
She stared up at him. Her mouth dropped open. “Oh.”
He had to bite back a grin.
“And he won’t let her?” There was a slight note of outrage in her voice. He chuckled.
“Nope. Her orgasms are his. She’s only coming with his permission or she’ll be subjected to a hard punishment.”
“How can she hold off?” she muttered, almost to herself.
“Training. Because she wants to please her Dom.”
“And what about her? What does she get out of it?”
“A spectacular fucking orgasm, once she’s allowed to come,” he said dryly.