She didn’t feel the usual sense to push on him to get what she needed. She only wanted to give him something back in return. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she needed the pain anymore to free her mind, which was confusing all in itself. She realized as she sat on the couch, examining all the sexual exchanges around her, that she felt like a newbie submissive without any clue what she needed from her Dom.
Soft voices arose all around her, as did the sounds of slapping against flesh. Porter was here somewhere in the dungeon. She could feel his heated stare sizzling over her body, but she hadn’t seen him yet. The longer she sat, the more she came to the realization of what she had to do for Porter now. There was one way to show everyone in Club Sin that he was a Dom to be respected. That he could tame the feistiest of submissives.
He deserved that from her now.
Dressed in a black lace bra with matching thong and six-inch heels, she pushed off the couch, drawing in a deep breath. Then she moved toward the stage that had been set up, likely for a show this evening that one of the Club Sin Masters put on as a teaching exercise. Though deep inside her, she wondered if Porter had arranged this stage tonight for them.
Heat blasted through her core as she stepped onto the stage with the St. Andrew’s Cross in the center. The thought of him watching her now tickled her senses. Was he somewhere in the dark parts of the club, waiting to join her? Heat coursed through her, pooling warmth low in her body. She lowered to her knees, locking her hands behind her and bowing her head.
There, she waited for him.
A few gasps of surprises sounded from the crowd, though it didn’t bother Kenzie as it would have before. She wanted to shock them, because it meant the impact of what she was doing was working.
Only a minute passed before the air around her shifted slightly, becoming more charged, and then a finger ran over her shoulder. She shivered, keeping her head bowed, showing those in Club Sin that this Dom was to be revered. That he, only Porter, had gained the submission of the one Club Sin submissive who fought against every Dom.
In her line of sight, she noticed Porter’s shoes in front of her before his hand came into view. As she slid her touch into his, rightness settled across her and her heart reached for his. She lifted her head and held his potent stare.
So perfect this man was. So trustworthy. So very kind.
The side of his mouth arched. “You are absolutely beautiful tonight, kitten.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Now his smile beamed, glinting with amusement at her obedience. Though she also saw a slight edge of mischief there, as if whatever she was doing wasn’t having the effect on him that she hoped for. “Come. Let me bind you.”
He kept her hand tight in his, and then he assisted her into position on the St. Andrew’s Cross, binding one wrist to the left side of the cross with black hemp rope and then quickly binding the other wrist. Heat bombarded her as he bound a rope just above her breasts and across her rib cage, and then he knelt and used the longer ropes to bind her at her thighs, calves, and ankles, leaving her completely trapped. She burned, her muscles tightening and her sex moistening.
He rose in front of her, examining her with a tilt of his head, and his features weren’t that of a Dom. Too light. Too playful. In that very second she realized why. He pressed his fingers against her side and began tickling her.
Kenzie burst out laughing, squirming to get away, yet the ropes held her perfectly still. Porter chuckled with her and said, “See that smile, kitten. Always give me that.” His fingers moved quickly over her, tickling her over and over again. “Your laugh…it’s beautiful.”
She couldn’t breathe as tears of laughter filled her eyes. By the time he stopped, Kenzie had smiled more in these last ten minutes than she had in such a long time. Somehow that felt better than any pain she’d ever received in a scene.
He gave her a moment to catch her breath, and when she finally did, she couldn’t help but glare. “You…you are…”
“An ass that’s driving you insane?” he offered.
She gave a firm nod, and he barked a laugh, adding, “Good. Tell me that, then. Don’t be too obedient, kitten; it’s not you, and not what I want.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek, and she melted into the trust of his touch. She burned with the kindness of his heart. He dragged his finger across her parted lips, holding his focus right there on her mouth. “Be yourself with me. Always.”
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Porter saw the fire burning in Kenzie’s eyes, and he loved those flames. While he appreciated her show of complete respect, he also didn’t want Kenzie to change. He liked her spunk. He also found it entirely sexy and thrilling.
She gave him a playful smile. “Well, then, you’re telling me that I won’t get in trouble if I curse at you until I have no curse words left for tickling me?”
He nodded, so drawn to this woman. He found Kenzie refreshing. She had enough sass in her soul to not be submissive, yet she was and found something freeing in that. Of course, he wanted to tame Kenzie. That was the purpose of their arrangement. Yet he realized now he didn’t want to tame her too much.
Porter liked her the way she was.
He tapped her nose and replied with a grin, “Nope, you won’t get into trouble. It’s you. I enjoy it.” Her eyes widened as he lowered his hand to her side, and then she gave a loud curse as he tickled her again and again, until she was laughing and gasping for air.
Lightness filled his chest seeing that smile and hearing her laugh. Too long he had suffered seeing her in scenes that were intense but not giving her what she really needed from her Dom. He wanted to see more of this side of her, and now that he knew she could laugh so freely, he wanted to make it happen as often as he could.
Kenzie’s smile made life good.
Her cheeks were flushed and eyes were glazed. The only thing he had planned for this scene was to have fun, something he doubted s
he ever experienced. He knew her show of submission at the beginning of the scene was enough to get him Club Sin Master status. Now he did this for Kenzie. She’d never tolerated a scene like this before, and Porter wondered if Kenzie even knew herself how much she’d changed. How much more she allowed from Porter’s touch, not from force or being mind-fucked into it, but because she wanted it.