“Katherine, stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking. I can see the panic in your eyes.”
“I just… how sturdy is this bench?”
“Do you trust me, kitten?”
“Yes, but…”
“Then trust me. It will be fine. Arms out.”
With a little huff, she obeyed, holding her arms out to the side so he could wrap the corset around her middle. “It’s not that I don’t trust you.”
“You don’t seem to trust that I’ve done my research and that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Well, maybe that was sort of what she’d meant.
“Mmhmm.” With the last clasp hooked, Austin took a step back and grinned. “I changed my mind. There’s no fucking way I’m letting anyone else see you in this corset.”
“Sir?”
“Every Dom here is going to want a piece of you. I’m feeling unusually territorial about it.”
“Really?” She couldn’t help the smile she could feel pulling at her lips. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so. I wouldn’t feel too smug about it, kitten. That just means I’m more likely to leave my marks all over your ass so everyone here can see them.”
“I’d like that, sir.”
“Would you?” Tilting his head to the side, Austin studied her. “I think you might. But it won’t be easy, kitten. This is a punishment, after all.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl. Kneel on the couch there and push your ass out so I can put this plug in, and we’ll get started.”
It took longer than it had the night before, and she realized with a flash of panic that he’d chosen a much larger plug. And if she had to guess, the plug wasn’t even as large as his cock.
How the hell was she supposed to take him there?
Do you trust me, kitten?
She did trust him. Every step of their journey together he’d proven how seriously he took her safety. It might hurt like hell, but he’d never do anything to truly endanger her.
Clinging to that knowledge, she let him help her into the short, flirty skirt, and with one final deep breath, she followed him into the crowd.
In the alcove, it had been easier to pretend they were alone or at least not so completely on display. But out here, in the open, she was keenly aware of the gazes following her, the curious murmurs as they made their way to the spot Master Terrance had staked out for them.Trust him, trust Austin, trust your Sirran through her mind like a mantra as she tried to block out everything that wasn’t him.
The ‘bench’ he’d asked for wasn’t so much a bench in the traditional sense as it was a series of padded, wooden slats obviously designed to position some poor submissive to receive the punishment of their dominant’s choosing.
And tonight, she was that poor submissive.
Turning, Austin pulled her closer to him, his pale eyes unusually serious. “What color are you, baby?”
“Green, sir. I want to do this,” she added quietly, for his ears only.
“All right. Up you go.”
“You can do this, you can do this,” she muttered under her breath as she knelt on the two pads closest to her. Austin guided her down so her arms rested on the far pads and a large section of the bench supported her torso. It also pushed her ass up and out, but she was doing her damnedest not to think of that just then.
“Still green, baby?”