Текст книги "Save Us"
Автор книги: Cynthia Dane
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Chapter 27
IAN
I know something is terribly wrong when I pick up my phone and see a dozen harried messages from Kathryn.
There’s a gathering behind me. My father, his friends, some of my friends, a bunch of fraternity bullshit we Mathers have been sucked into since my grandfather’s time. About once or twice a year, we boys of the exclusive Beta Kappa Phi meet up to talk about the good ol’ days of drinking too much and waking up to find a bevy of women in our beds.
You know, typical male bonding.
Today’s bonding isn’t what you normally find in Man Land, however. When I showed up today, I found my father halfway to drunk and telling two friends about the horrible way he and Stephanie finally had to break up.
Apparently she’s closer to my age than any of us thought. Close enough to say she’s older than me.
Also, she has a kid that she conveniently never mentioned to anyone, including the kid.
And something about an old and dead husband conveniently targeted for his money.
I mean, the horror story continues.
Here I am, laughing into my expensive beer, wishing I could tell my father I told you so. Yet somehow I doubt that’s why Kathryn is killing my phone.
Well, it has to do with the paper, but not for the reason I thought.
Apparently a little birdie has been talking about Kathryn and me.
“At least one of us is having a good day for love,” my father says, nearly slurring. He never slurs unless he’s depressed and drinking at the same time.
“Were you really in love with Stephanie?” I counter.
To the tune of “you old dog” and “she’s still a hot young piece of ass to me” from his buddies, my father rubs the top of his graying hair and says, “That’s beside the point. No man likes being lied to like that.”
“No man likes it when his dad steals his girlfriend, either.”
“Now, son!”
“I heard that a private investigator fucked her up,” says my friend Eddie. He was my roommate my first year in the frat. Real party animal back in the day, bringing home the kind of girls who would go with him until he passed out drunk and then made their ways to me. “Followed her for weeks, invaded her hometown, and made life hell for everyone involved until they started spilling her secrets. Apparently, she had charmed a good amount of the men in that town into staying quiet.”
The others nod sagely. Eddie further reveals that he knows this factoid because he used the same private investigator for a business dealing a few months ago.
“Same one your mother uses, Ian,” he says, laughing.
My father hears this. “That weasel little fuck? He followed me around all during the divorce. Was trying to find as much dirt on me as possible so Caroline got to keep half the money. I would come home and find him going through the garbage and cornering my employees. I… fuck!’ He leaps up, knocking over someone’s beer and nearly stumbling into a table. “Caroline did this!”
Now I really am laughing. My mother would. She’s as vindictive in love as she is greedy for money. Bless her.
Of course, my father doesn’t think this is so funny. I kind of feel sorry for him. He says it wasn’t love with Stephanie, but he stuck with her longer than he has any of his previous girlfriends, and he’s taking this breakup hard. In fact, if my father were your average rich guy and not the patriarch of an old money company, he’d probably still let Stephanie suck him dry. As his son, I should support him, or at least try to make him feel better. As a man sick of Stephanie’s shit, however, fuck that.
Dominic Mathers is, at this very moment, raging around the room, screaming about how he’s going to teach that woman a lesson while his old frat buddies try to get him to calm down and let it the fuck go. Easier said than done when you’re as drunk as he is.
“You got what you deserved, Dominic!”
The rabble quiets down. The young hotel man who was overseeing our gathering is pushed out of the doorway, overtaken by a menopausal woman dressed in fur to make herself look three times bigger than she actually is. Her heels also make her five inches taller.
My father trips over a couch and falls to his knees. “What have I done to deserve this torture. God.”
Three men try to help him back up while the others start to crowd around my mother. Filial love prompts me to push to the front of the pack and put myself between her and them. They won’t try anything funny, but I won’t stand to have even one of them touch her.
Although she’s as stupid as my dad right now.
“Look at you. Always been a sniveling man who gets his pecker hard for anything with smooth skin and big eyes. Some things never change, do they Dominic?”
“What are you doing?” I hiss, trying to shield my mother from the people surrounding us.
“Oh, Ian.” She clasps her hand over my mouth as if I’m five and saying bad words. “You’re too young to understand.” Thanks. “Your father needs reminding that I’m the original young tart around here.”
She tosses a stole over her shoulder and kicks her foot in my father’s direction. “Thirty years ago my boss walked into my office and told me he had a nice present for me. Go ahead. Guess what it was.”
I groan.
“Then ten months later I’ve got a ring and this ray of sunshine in my life.” Her hand drops from my mouth and flits at the men around her. “Dominic Mathers, you may think you’re the only slick willy around here, but I’ll have you know that your ex-wife has learned a thing or two in her years. You may have cheated on me once or twice during our marriage…”
“You cheated on me too, Caroline!’
“Shush, I’m talking.” My mother approaches Eddie, patting his cheek and smiling like a tigress about to rip apart a cornered gazelle. Eddie looks like he can’t choose between being flattered and scared half to death. “When my ex-husband said he had a present for me, it’s not like I didn’t know what that meant. I wasn’t some doe-eyed virgin. I applied for that position because I knew he would pay well. In more ways than one.”
Joy. My mother finally admits to being a gold digger as a teenager. I come from impressive stock.
“That’s why I know some dangerous floozy when I see one, Dominic. I wasn’t about to let that woman make a fool out of you. You were already doing that by taking our son’s girlfriend.”
“Now…” my father begins.
“…She wasn’t my girlfriend,” I finish.
“Stephanie May was a mess that needed cleaning up. I was going to let you stew in your stupidity, Dominic, but when I found out about some other things she was up to, I decided to intervene. It also reminded me that…” Her face softens, much to my father’s confusion. As she approaches him, slowly, each stiletto clacking on the marble ties, Dad brushes off another piece of dust. “For the love of God, Dominic, I still love you and won’t let a woman nowhere near as good as me take what’s mine.”
The quiet is enough to make me wretch.
“You’re an idiot. You chase any tail you think you can buy with all your money. You smell like dog food after you’ve had too much to drink.” My mother sniffs. “Like now. That’s rude, Dominic.”
“Like you’re any better…”
“Oh, I’m no saint, but at least I admit my shortcomings.” With a mighty sigh, my mother dangles her hand in front of my father’s face. “How about we let bygones be bygones?”
I’m not sure what I’m watching as my father lets out a frustrated cry and grabs my mother’s hand, pulling her down to his level and muttering shit that makes her laugh. I’m either watching my parents get back together, or I’m watching the opening moments to a ritualistic sacrifice.
Let’s be real. One would lead to the other very quickly.
Chapter 28
KATHRYN
Nothing could have prepared me for this. No amount of sleep. No amount of goodies to eat or coffee to drink. Not even a hundred kisses to my face or reassuring rubs to the shoulder are enough to bring me down from my anxious haze that says all of this is a huge mistake I can never make a comeback from.
Even so, here I am, in the coatroom of The Dark Hour on the busiest night of the week, my knees shaking in my leather boots and my ponytail jerking against the back of my neck.
“Relax,” Ian says, smoothing down the sleeves of my blazer. “You’re going to do great tonight. Everyone will love you the same as they did before.”
That also means they’ll dislike me the same as before. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I say for the fifth time since we’ve walked through the door. Someone comes in, and Ian shields me in the corner, fingers readjusting the collar around my neck. “Besides, everyone knows now…”
I shudder. Ian was late finding out about the Page 6 fiasco. Since then, he’s done nothing but continuously tell me it means nothing. But I know. I know Stephanie did all of that. Even though she was blasted on the front page of the same paper, she made sure I was taken out with her since I was no longer paying off the blackmail.
Now here I am, dressed like a sub in The Dark Hour with my Dom pulling a leash out of his pocket.
Fuuuuuuuck no!
I don’t care if we already talked about it. I don’t care if I was drunk on love and sex at the time of agreeing to wear a leash into the club, in case people were confused about my role in my relationship tonight. I don’t care, because the moment I see that sparkling, glittery leash leave Ian’s pocket, I want to throw up and run.
It’s true that I haven’t had much backlash since that spot came out in the papers. Eva says there are whisperings about it, but everyone is assuming it’s tabloid trash like it is half the time. Tonight, I am about to blow all of those doubts out of the water. People aren’t going to see Kathryn Alison, Domme. They’re going to see Katie, a woman whom only Ian has met so far.
Met and trained.
I have to put all of my training to good use. My ability to obey, to serve, to keep him pleased and happy with me. I may love the man, but this is going to push the final boundaries I’ve built around myself.
My social ones.
“You are the most stunning woman in this club. No…” Ian kisses my forehead and rests his hands on my shoulders. “In the world. Everyone’s eyes will be on you. They’re going to love you as much as I do.”
Honestly, I hope not!
“Are you ready?’ He latches the leash to my collar and gives it an experimental tug. “We should mingle and try to relax before we go on in an hour.”
Relax means getting me some drinks. I got started at home with an Old Fashioned, but it wasn’t enough to settle my nerves.
If this were some other club where we didn’t know most of the regulars, that would be one thing. I would still be nervous, but able to pull myself together a lot sooner than this. Except this is The Dark Hour, one of my haunts. Friends will be there. Business associates. Men who want me to dominate them in the future, and women who like me for my alpha personality. Well, I’m anything but alpha tonight. I’m completely deferring to Ian’s alpha qualities. In fact, I’m worshiping them.
At home, I would do so readily. Out here, I’m vulnerable in all the wrong ways.
“You’re powerful, Kathryn.” Ian pulls me into his embrace and whispers into my ear. “Don’t let them get to you. Own who you are tonight, and don’t be afraid to send them some of those cut-throat glares you’re so good at. I love you.”
I snatch his shoulder before he can turn away from me. “You’re going to do it, right?’ My hand presses against the front of his suit jacket. “Promise me you’ll do it.”
“I promise.” He kisses my hand before plucking it off his shoulder. “Now let’s go. We’ll both get ours soon enough.”
Easy for him to say. As he pulls on the leash and makes me trip behind him, I think about how I’m the one standing to lose everything tonight. Ian Mathers will merely go down as the man who bagged himself a Domme and turned her into a hungry slut for his cock.
Yes, I know what I’ve been talking about all along. Yes, I know I am a hungry slut for his cock. Give me a break, please. You damn well know what I mean.
The club is dark. It’s always dark on weekend nights when it’s all about partying and people fingering and blowing in corners. Nevertheless, I almost throw up stepping from the opening hallway into the main room of The Dark Hour, which is packed with people.
People who don’t notice me until we pass the third table.
I see their faces go from indifferent to shocked. One woman smacks a man on his chest to get his attention. Their nods in our direction say they know exactly who we are and what this means.
I can practically hear the thoughts in everyone’s heads. “Guess the papers were true. How about that?”
Keep in mind how we look. Ian is in front, wearing his usual suit sans tie and stopping a server to preemptively order us drinks. Meanwhile, that pretty leash in his hand is attached to Kathryn Alison’s throat.
Or should I say Katie?
Regardless, here I am, dressed in my black corset, boots, and blazer, with my hair up in Ian’s favorite hair-pulling style. When we left my apartment an hour ago, I felt confident. Empowered. I was dressed to kick ass and still would in my own, special way. Except now I’m seeing the looks people give me. Some of them are intrigued. Others are confused. Even more whisper something to someone else. These are people I’ve never talked to before, but they definitely know who I am and my reputation around here.
I see Fox, hanging out with a couple of other submissive guys. One of whom I’ve Topped before. Their eyebrows go up, one of them shaking his head.
Fuck him.
“So the rumors were true. I guess you can trust those scandal rags sometimes.”
Ian comes to a stop, and so does my heart.
Lana Andrews stands before us, pursing her lips before sipping more of whatever she’s drinking. Her demeanor screams she won a bet. Probably with her husband.
“Good evening, Lana. Always a pleasure.”
“Isn’t it? I should be saying that to you. Look at what you’ve got attached to that leash there.” Lana gestures to me with embellishment. Enough to catch the attention of some people around us. “I read the rumors and heard some people talking, but you know how all that is. I wasn’t going to believe it until I got it from the source myself. So… you managed to get your honey to do this for you?”
I interrupt my Dom – an act I’ll probably pay for later. “He didn’t get me to do anything. I’m doing this of my own free will.”
Lana tsks into her glass. “You need to train that one some more, Mathers. So rude.” Her wink sends shivers down my spine even though I’m wearing this jacket indoors. “See you kids.”
My bottom lip curls inward as she walks away. Ian touches my chin. “She doesn’t mean any harm, darling.”
Easy for him to say. He’s not getting the same amount of attention that I am.
“You’re doing fine.” Ian brings me into his arms, the leash dangling between us. “Ignore the fools.”
“Some of those fools are important outside of this club.”
His lips are tender against mine. “If they value their working relationship with your father, let alone my family, then they’ll keep it to themselves. Come on. I got us some drinks.”
We don’t join any friends, although I see some around. James and Gwen wave at us. Eva is upstairs with a submissive female friend. The Andrews, of course, start a game of Telephone with their gaggle of buddies sitting in the common area.
I’m sure the subject is me.
The drinks are brought to us the moment we sit down on a leather couch in the corner. It gives us a grand view of the club, while keeping an eye on who is looking at us in turn. I don’t see any of my Domme comrades yet. Nevertheless, I get a text from Eva saying I look great and that her friend doesn’t know if she wants to fuck me or be fucked by me.
I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess?
“Tell me how you’re feeling.” Ian is comfortable settling me on his lap and wrapping the leash around my shoulders. His hand rests on the small of my back. “Are you okay?”
Would it be strange to say that I wish he hadn’t asked me that? Naturally, I’m glad Ian has taken a vested interest in my well-being. Any Dom I serve would have to be like that, but in this moment I really ain’t feeling great and don’t need reminding.
“I’m fine,” I lie. My legs cross, allowing me to lean against the back of the couch and loom over my very fine boyfriend. In my mind, he’s the target of everyone’s lust, male and female. Even if they don’t want to fuck him, surely they want some of this sexual power emanating from him. Trust me, I know. When we were going over what we were going to do tonight, I got so hot and bothered that I interrupted our planning to fuck him on his dining table.
“There’s no sense in lying to me, Katie.” Ian rubs my back, a soothing motion, but not enough to settle my nerves. “Tonight is going to be… an experience. I need to know exactly how you’re feeling at any given moment. This means being open with me.”
I take a drink. “All right. I’m anxious.”
Strong fingers massage my neck. “What can I do to make you feel more at ease?”
There are a hundred eyes on me. No matter where I glance, someone is pointing to us, taking a drink while glaring over the rim of their glass, or to excitedly whisper. We are definitely going to be the subject of local gossip for some time to come. It’s not enough to gab about Kathryn and Ian being a serious couple. Throw in the kink aspect? I wouldn’t be surprised if the two sex and gender academics in the room try to write a psych paper about us.
So, what would make me comfortable? Forgetting that these assholes are here would probably help.
“Who is the dominant one here?” Ian says it, but he doesn’t reprimand me when I lean down and kiss him. In fact, his hands grip me so hard that I have to wonder how long he’s wanted to make out with me in front of kinky friends. Knowing him? Probably since the first time he dominated me. All his Dom friends will be impressed with this spectacle.
No, I can’t think about that.
I am a sub. I came here to be adored and to serve in turn. That means I should only have eyes and words for my Dom.
Fuck the others.
“When did you suddenly get frisky?” Ian grabs my ass the moment I push my hand between his spreading legs. He’s not hard, yet, but it doesn’t take me long to find his cock hiding in his trousers. Oh, who am I kidding? In this place, nobody’s cock stays hidden for long. I’ve seen two since I walked through the door ten minutes ago.
I break off our kiss and pick his drink off the nearby table. Without asking for permission, like the insolent sub I will always be, I swallow some of it before handing it to Ian. He finishes it off, puts the glass back down, and pulls me down onto the couch.
As a Domme, I have never done anything pegged in the world of exhibitionism. I’m usually not into that. I don’t need people watching me fuck to get off. On days when it doesn’t make me shudder, I feel completely indifferent about it. I guess it’s because I’m a woman from local social circles. Not one people got to know through my pussy being displayed in a club. Hey, I’ve got nothing against those girls, especially those who married their rich-ass Doms and now run half those circles. But it ain’t me.
Until tonight. Until I needed a distraction from the world around me, and Ian is always the most convenient form of escape. Whenever I need to let go of the pressures pushed upon me, I think of him, go to him, or, you know, fuck him.
I don’t know where this making out is going, but little by little, I forget the bullshit and merely exist for my Dom.
Wow, this submitting shit is addictive.
“Do you want to hear something?” Ian breaks off our kiss so he can nibble on my ear, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. “Remember how you told me that night… you know, that night here at the club…”
Of course I remember. It was the night this whole debacle began.
“Well, you told me that you made that man over there pleasure himself for you. Did you think of me, by chance?”
I don’t say anything. I may have. I may have not.
“Because I thought of you even before I caught you watching me with Stephanie.”
Oh, I remember. I remember sitting up where Eva and her friend is now, looking down in this direction and seeing Stephanie’s pretty blond hair give Ian good enough head to make him haul her off to a private room. No, neither of us want to think of her, but hearing him say that he was imagining it being me…
“How long have you wanted me, sir?” My hand goes back to his thigh, massaging his flesh through the thin material of his pants. “You make it sound like half your life’s mission has been getting me in bed.”
“Only for the past few months. I had forgotten how much you turn me on until we started working together.”
He takes my hand and pushes it onto his cock. It’s half erect now – I’m half smiling.
“You trying to tell me you never felt the same way?”
“Oh, Ian.” My hand closes around his shaft, fingers searching for the zipper. He shudders beneath me, nearly breathless, and I resist the urge to kiss him before I finish my tiny spiel. “I wanted you from the first moment we met all those years ago. Remember? It was me who seduced you. I only made it seem like your idea.”
“Is that what happened?” Hair twists around his fingers as he caresses me. “When I danced with you that night, all I could think about was kissing you. All right, and fucking you, but I was seventeen. I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking even if I wanted to.”
“And it’s different now?”
Ian ignores that. “I’m sorry things ended up the way they did back then. If things had gone better…”
“If we had managed to actually have sex, things wouldn’t have changed much. I wanted to hook up with you, Ian, not date you. Besides…” Why, hello there, cock. Nice to have you filling my hand as I stroke you to life and feel your owner tremble from my expert touch. “I don’t think we would have been a good couple back then. We both needed to grow and mature before we could handle one another.”
“Ain’t that the truth…”
I kiss his cheek, reveling in his cologne. “Please relax and let me take care of you, sir.”
Earlier I mentioned that I’ve never had sex of any kind in public. That remains true… until this moment. Those hundreds of eyes are definitely burning into my back as I move to the floor, my knees digging into a patch of carpet placed beneath this couch, my head bowing between Ian’s legs. He fantasized about me being Stephanie all those weeks ago? Ha. He has no fucking clue what the difference would be.
At first, my eyes are closed, blocking out the voices and stares around me as I pleasure the man I’ve come to love and want to serve once in a while. My tongue wraps around the head of his cock as my hand grabs him by the base, steadying him, bringing him closer to me as my ass rises into the air and my hair spills over Ian’s leg.
He strokes the top of my head, groaning, certainly thinking of Stephanie for a split second and comparing me to her. I know I win, hands down, no contest, and I am such an awesome girlfriend.
How many people are watching? I don’t care. They could be getting off, or they could be so confused that me of all people is doing this. Shit, maybe this corner of the club is so dark they can’t even see. Almost seems like a waste.
Then I open my eyes. I drink in what I can see of the club. Beneath me, of course, is Ian’s fuckin’ cock, disappearing in and out of my mouth as I worship how good it tastes and feels around my tongue and between my lips.
To my right is a wall, but to my left I catch a glimpse of a few nosy busy-bodies watching intently, their tight smiles showing how much they love my show. The fact I don’t know these people makes it hotter. Safer. They probably know who I am, but what does it matter when all I want to do is devour my Dom’s cock?
He doesn’t fuck my mouth, instead letting me take control of this moment. Ian does tug on my hair, however. I will know who my Master is. I will know that he’s the one in charge around here.
I will know that I am his.
“Look at how she worships me,” I can practically hear him say. “Does it matter if she dominates other people? For me, she gets on her knees and enjoys the other side for a change. There’s no shame. Leave her alone. If you come for her character or try to imply she’s less than you thought before, I will destroy you.”
Thank you, Ian.
I wonder if he’s going to come in my throat. Or is he going to keep sitting there, petting my hair and drinking? To my mild horror, he summons a hostess and asks for a refill. “Make hers a double. She’s going to need it.” For fuck’s sake, that’s the last thing I hear before the hostess walks away.
Okay, so that hostess probably sees fifty blowjobs a night and doesn’t even register me blowing my Dom. But holy shit! That was an intense moment.
I want more. The thrill that gave me wasn’t embarrassing at all. Dare I say… I like having people watch me give this man the best head of his life?
Suddenly, pain.
“Mmf!” My scalp burns as Ian pulls my hair. I almost bite him. Almost.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” How can he be so composed? Doesn’t he know he’s about five minutes away from blowing his load in my mouth? I can tell by now. “You enjoy having everyone in this club watch you and think you’re a dirty, promiscuous…”
He doesn’t have to finish. I know damn well what he’s trying to say. Can’t say I disagree.
“Tell you what, Katie. If you can make me come in under another minute, I’ll do that thing we discussed – with fervor.”
That thing, huh? You don’t know what the thing is yet, but let me tell you, it means the world to me.
So if Ian makes a promise like that, by God, I am going to blow him to the moon.
Everyone in this club! Watch how you bring a Dom to his knees! Or at least make him throw his head back on a couch and grunt so hard that his precum coats your tongue like a second skin.
I mean, I like to think that a lot of the women – and men – in this club could learn a thing or two from watching me. I’ve been rewarding submissive men for years. It may be a completely different headspace going from, “Good job on doing what I told you to do, here’s a hummer,” to, “Yes, sir, anything you want, sir,” but I am somehow making it work.
For him, anyway.
“Holy shit.” Ian is doing his damndest to remain composed as I increase speed and pressure, but I can feel his thighs tense and his hold on me deepen. Heat floods his skin, and his precum begins to taste more like actual cum. I’m about to make this cool and controlled Dom lose his load in front of the whole club. Damn, there’s a lot of power in that.
I hope he can feel how much I want him to do it. I hope he knows how much glee I am feeling with my mouth wrapped around him and my throat welcoming him into its confines every other second. I almost forget about the people surely watching us. I don’t even care if some Domme like Dawn Lovett starts spreading the word that I’m a lost cause. Fuck her. I’m pleasing my fucking man over here.
I look up and catch Ian’s gaze. I may be submissive right now, but I don’t want to look it. So my eyes are narrow, powerful, saying, “Do what you want, sir, but know that I am in full control of your pleasure.” Of course, a look like that makes a man like him thrust into my throat to punish me for my insubordination.
Bring it on, Mathers.
How much time do I have left? Thirty seconds? Twenty? Now would be a good time for the Ian I first met to come back and lose himself sooner than he planned. But no, since he embarrassed himself twelve years ago, he’s learned so much self-control that not even his raging hard-ons for me can succumb to coming in five seconds.
“You want it, do you?” His voice is huskier than usual, and I can barely hear it over the music and the conversations of the club. “You want me to come in your throat? Would that make you feel proud?”
I narrow my eyes even more and hum on his cock. Yes, asshole. Come in my fucking throat in front of all these people.
He does.
It slams into the back of my throat as the first release comes. Ian’s seed spills into my mouth, and here I am, still working him in an attempt to make his climax harder for him. I want to see him combust on this couch.
Too bad he’s too controlled for that shit. I’m the only one who can smell his masculine scent, taste his musky seed, and feel the shivers rocking his body. As I take every burst of his cock in stride, I imagine the other Doms wishing they had a sub like me and the other subs wishing they had even half my talent.
Most of all, I imagine Ian rewarding me so well that I completely forget I’m in this club making my naughty debut as a submissive.
When I detach from him, seed dribbling from the side of my mouth, the hostess returns with our drinks. She tries to keep a calm face, but I can tell that the sight of Ian’s cock and the look on my face is making her eyes glaze over. From a woman who has worked here for as long as I’ve been coming? That’s an amazing compliment.
At least Ian waits until she leaves again to push my errant hairs behind my ears and speak. “You are too beautiful with my cum falling from your mouth like that.”
I take the napkin that came with my drink and touch myself up. “You like that? Sorry, I swallowed most of it already.”
That gets me a cheeky grin. “Come here and let me kiss you.”
I’m hoisted back into his lap, fingers gripping my double as Ian kisses my throat and rubs my breasts. The alcohol in my drink isn’t enough to completely wash away the taste of my Dom’s virility, and for that… well, I’m grateful.
Ian glances at his watch. “You about ready to make your official debut, my sweet?”
The empty stage is calling to us. “If that is your wish, sir.”
He tugs on my collar. “My wish is to make you happy and love on you for the rest of my life.” Ian grins. “And to make sure this whole club knows who you belong to.”
If they don’t know by now, I’m not sure we can really help them.
Ian looks down into his lap. “Perhaps it would be best to wait a few minutes,” he says, zipping himself back up.
Yeah, we don’t have that kind of show planned, although I don’t doubt he would get hard again. In fact, he probably went ahead and came before going on stage to get any potential frustration out of the way.
