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“Yellow! Yellow, please, Austin, I can’t do this.”

Shit. Releasing his hold on her hair, he cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.” When she’d taken a few shaky breaths, he rewarded her with a small smile. “That’s my good girl. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just, I don’t want everyone watching me and judging me. I’ve never let anyone, you know.” An adorable flush crept up her cheeks and he couldn’t resist needling her a bit.

“Fuck your ass, kitten? You can say it.”

“Yes.” She had enough courage left in her to glare at him, which soothed his conscience a bit. “That. And what if I screw it up or I can’t take it and everyone sees what a horrible sub I am?”

“Oh, baby. That is not going to happen. If you can’t take it, nobody will be judging you.” As much as he wanted to stay and show her off, he wasn’t going to risk hurting her to do so. “We can go home. Just say the word and we’ll pack up and leave.”

He watched the wheels turn in her mind before she finally shook her head. “No, sir. I want to do this, I’m just scared.”

“I know. And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“For being scared?”

“First of all, for using your safe word and letting me know you were scared. I didn't have to ask this time, and I'm very proud of you for speaking up for yourself.”

Pleasure filled her eyes at the praise. “Really?”

“Yeah, baby. Really. And I’m proud of you for doing this anyway, even though you're scared. For trusting me enough to follow my lead, even though you’re scared of what’s coming next. Think you can continue to trust me, kitten?”

“I think so, sir.”

“Good. One last thing before we head out to the floor. Are you listening to me, little girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You are not a bad sub. Even if you call red the second I strap you to that bench, you are not a bad submissive. Having limits, no matter how narrow or broad they may be, doesn’t make you a bad submissive. It makes you an excellent one. You understand me?”

The brilliant smile that lit her face eased the last of the tension inside of him. It hit him then, that he'd do anything for that smile. Raze cities, destroy kingdoms, topple governments. Whatever it took to make sure she never stopped smiling like that, like he’d hung the fucking moon just for her.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Do you want to wear the outfit I chose for you now?”

“Yes, please. I’m sorry I didn’t do as I was told, sir.”

“I appreciate that, kitten. Unfortunately, it’s not going to save your ass from the punishment you have coming.”

* * *

Katherine

It should have terrified her.A smart woman would have taken off running at Austin’s declaration. But instead of the urge to run, all she wanted to do was take his cock in her mouth again and prove what a good girl she could be.

If it made her weird, well, she figured she was in the right place for it.

Austin helped her to her feet, steadying her when she wobbled on her heels. Pins and needles danced up and down her calves and she winced as she tried to wiggle away the prickly sensation.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Austin speaking with Muscles again. The large man sent her what she assumed was meant to be a reassuring smile as he took Austin’s bag and headed out into the crowd.

“What’s going on?”

“The bench I was hoping to use just opened up, and Master Terrance offered to take my bag over to claim it for us.”

“Oh.” What kind of bench? What was it made of? Oh, Jesus, what if it broke while she was on it? She’d die of embarrassment, right there in the middle of Black Light.


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