gratitude at his approach. “Sir, I do deserve a spanking. Will
you take me to a private room so that I can answer your question after my
punishment?”
He
gazed intently at her, his green eyes, a mixture of kindness and desire.
“There
are none vacant. I was doing surveillance so I know, but there are booths free
on the second floor. Come with me.”
He
strode away toward the wide stairs curving up to the mezzanine floor where
booths lined the back wall and a balcony looked down on the dance floor for members’
viewing pleasure.
Patti
followed behind him. Her heartbeat sped up as they mounted the stairs. She
licked her suddenly dry lips. Dominic was very sexy and caring. He’d scened
with her before and she felt safe with him. Still, a wretched little thought
pricked at her.
If only I was here with Cameron, but I’m
not and never will be. I need this. I’ll feel so much better after this.
Dominic
chose a booth at the end, situated in the darkest part of the room. He moved
the small round table from the interior of the booth and turned to Patti.
“Remove
your dress.”
Patti
drew the side-seam zipper down and pulled down the thin straps that held the
dress up, letting it drop to the floor in a rustle of taffeta and fine silk
lining. She stepped out of the dress under Dominic’s intense gaze.
He smiled, his expression one of amusement. “That has to
be an expensive dress. Pick it up, and place it on the bench.”
Patti
bent to retrieve the dress.
Dominic’s
fingers trailed over her ass and slid between her legs as she froze, her ass in
the air and her heart hammering in anticipation of pleasure. He gave her
creaming pussy a short slap. “Do as I ask.”
Patti
stood and put her dress on the bench seat on one side of the booth.
Dominic
was suddenly close behind her. He’d pulled off his black shirt and now he
tossed it onto the seat next to her dress.
She
felt the warmth of his muscled chest against her back and moved instinctively
to lean against him.
“Remind
me of your safeword, Pet.” His breath spiked over her ear, down her neck and
tingled in her nipples. She turned her face to his as he grasped her naked
breasts and kneaded.
Her
mouth was close to his as she tilted her head. “Lemons,
Master Dominic.”
“Well
done.” He didn’t kiss her but his praise felt like a kiss to Patti.
He
rolled her pebbled nipples in his fingertips and pinched hard.
“Do
you deserve a spanking?”
Patti
gasped as her pussy throbbed. “Yes, Sir.”
Dominic
turned her and looked into her eyes. “I believe you do, Patti.” He picked her
up and carried her to the bench seat within the booth. In one swift move, he
had her over his knee. His hand came down on her ass just above the top of her
thighs.
The
vibrations flew along her pussy. Her engorged clit rubbed on his hard thigh
muscle and Patti groaned with pleasure.
He
smoothed the palm of his hand over her ass and then— smack .
Patti’s
pussy creamed down her inner thighs as her ass quivered under his slap.
He
lifted her then and stood her before him.
“Tell
me what’s made you so distressed.” He ran his fingers up and down her stomach
in gentle, teasing sweeps, dipping occasionally to the slit of her shaved
pussy.
Patti
sighed. The mix of pleasure from Dominic’s hands and the pain of losing Cameron
fought within her, and she dropped her voice to a whisper as she gave her
answer.
“I
met a Dom here, more than four weeks ago now. I felt we connected on a very
deep level. I honestly thought there might be a chance for love, and, Master
Dominic, I needed to meet someone so badly. I suppose I was blinded by wanting
too much, because I discovered from a friend that the Dom I met has a regular
Sub. He lied to me. He cheated and tricked me. I haven’t visited The Club since
I discovered the lie, and it’s been so hard. I need release, and yet I’m sad.”
Dominic’s
hands drifted up and down her body, blazing a trail of desire even though
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