She certainly was. But until she realized that, he wouldn’t be letting her go.
“Strip,” he demanded.
“Strip?” she half-squeaked.
He knew she had a ridiculous hang-up over her size. Pissed him off. He knew what he liked. What he wanted. A woman with curves. With a sweet smile and warm eyes. With hips and a soft tummy and thighs he could feel wrapped around him. A woman with fiery red hair and a temper that often matched. Who still blushed when he asked her to strip, like everyone in this club wouldn’t kill for a look at those spectacular curves of hers. Mine.
He gave those gathering close a firm look. A couple of Doms smiled at him. Their subs gave him slightly frightened looks. He didn’t care if he was acting like a caveman guarding his kill. Mine.
Like he’d told Sharon. He didn’t share. Not anymore. He didn’t always require that Kinley be naked at the club. And often when he did, she was already in subspace or on her way there and she didn’t really care how much of her was on display. Stripping at the beginning of a scene was
a different experience for her.
He’d been gentle with her. Some people probably thought he’d gone soft. Sloan wasn’t a soft man. But Kinley was new. He was the one who’d introduced her to BDSM. The one who’d shown her her submissive side and how much pleasure she could gain from submitting to him. He’d moved carefully. Not wanting to scare her away. Maybe a little too slowly if she thought she could get away with breaking the rules. It wasn’t like he had that many.
Respect. Honesty. If she was in danger, if she was sick or scared, he wanted to know. And she was to keep her damn cell phone on her at all times; she had a bad habit of leaving it behind.
Her piece of crap car was close to going to the place where all crappy cars ended up—the wrecking yard. If that happened when she was driving at night, on her own, he wanted to know for damn sure her phone was with her and charged and he wanted the first person she called to be him.
So, tonight things were going to go a bit differently for his sweet sub. She’d disobeyed him. She’d made him worry, and the whole club had seen it. He’d been ready to storm out of there and visit every hospital in person, certain he’d find her lying on a gurney somewhere, alone and afraid.
Then someone had spotted her car in the parking lot. He owed that person a beer. He’d nearly gone weak-kneed in relief. That only lasted a minute before anger had taken over. Hmm, maybe that’s why Tamati had been so concerned. The bouncer was generally cool-headed and even-tempered. Sticking his nose into other people’s business didn’t seem like his usual mode of operation. But Sloan had probably looked like he was gunning for blood as he’d rushed past him on his way to check that Kinley was in one piece, giving the bouncer time to worry and wonder.
“Kinley, why aren’t you stripping?”
He’d given her more than enough time to obey his order. Yep, it was past time to step things up.
She bit her lip, looking worried.
“That’s five,” he told her calmly.
“Five?” Her eyes widened.
“Yes, on top of what you already have coming. So, I suggest you move quickly and strip because it’s about to climb to ten.”
That got her moving. He had to turn to hide a smile. When he turned back, she already had her corset loosened and was pulling it away from those magnificent breasts. There was almost a collective breath taken by the crowd behind them as she revealed her creamy mounds. He knew the sound was one of admiration and he agreed.
Kinley’s breasts were a work of art. But as soon as she heard the noise, she hunched over as though ashamed.
And that wouldn’t do.
He turned slightly, looking at the crowd.
“Master Dominic, what do you think of my sub?”
Kinley gasped, her eyes widening with a hint of betrayal as she stared over at him, but he ignored her, hard as that was to do, staring calmly at the older Dom, who was a bit of a sadist.
“I think you need to order her to remove the rest, so we can all admire her beautiful body.”
He turned his full attention to her, keeping his back to the crowd as he noted the way her eyes widened in surprise. Her mouth dropped open slightly as several other members of the group added their support to Dominic’s words.
“Master Kennan, what do you think of my sub’s breasts?” He stepped behind her and cupped the full, firm globes, holding them up as though on display.
“I think it’s a mighty shame you don’t share,” said a dark, scratchy voice. “Because I certainly wouldn’t mind burying my face in those beauties.”
“You’d never come up for air,” someone else joked.
“And wouldn’t it be a hell of a way to go,” said another Dom.