Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

“Good girl,” he told her, resting his hand on her pussy.

Tiny looked down at Reagan as she trembled against him. She didn’t look up, her attention on the scene in front of them. She bit her lip as Sloan squirted some lube onto his index finger. He parted the sub’s ass cheeks and slowly pushed his finger deep inside.

“You’re very tight. I think someone needs a good plugging.”

Reagan gasped slightly, while the sub on the table shook her head.

“No. No, Sir.”

“Quiet,” Sloan said sternly. “Or I’ll have to gag you.”

The sub wisely shut up.

“First, I need to take your temperature. Make sure my girl is well.”

He picked up a large, glass thermometer. He held it up so everyone could get a good look. Master Sloan certainly knew how to hold the attention of an audience. Then he pushed the thermometer deep inside her.

“Hold it in there,” he warned. “If it comes out, you’re getting an enema.”

“Sir, please.” She let out a soft moan.

“Looks like we’ll need that gag.” Instead of reaching for a ball gag or a scarf, Sloan picked up an oversized pacifier.

“Open up.”

With a whimper, the sub opened her mouth. Sloan leaned down and said something to her quietly. She seemed to melt slightly, staring up at him as though he was her world.

“Aubrey doesn’t like to be gagged,” Reagan whispered.

And the pacifier meant she could spit it out easily if she needed to use her safe word. Tiny’s estimation of Sloan went up.

He moved around to stand between her spread legs and grabbed hold of the thermometer, pulling it in and out. In then out. Reagan moved restlessly beside him. Tiny drew her around in front of him. Reaching down, he pulled her breasts free of the corset. She gasped but didn’t say anything. Cupping each breast, Tiny rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers as they watched Sloan lube up a butt plug then push it slowly into the sub’s ass.

Tiny lightly pinched each of Reagan’s nipples before tucking her breasts back into the corset. As soon as the danger to her was over, they would be coming back here. To play. And the medical corner was where they’d head first.

He guided Reagan away. Alex waved at him from across the room, and he led Reagan over. Tara knelt between his legs, looking very happy as she leaned her head against his thigh. Alex ran his hand through her dark hair.

Across from Alex sat Roarke. A blond, handsome man knelt to his right, and a slight, dark-haired woman knelt on his left. He knew Roarke had two submissives. But he couldn’t for the life of him remember their names.

“Have a seat,” Alex gestured at an empty armchair.

“You know Roarke, right?”

Tiny nodded as he sat, gesturing to Reagan to kneel next to him. “Roarke, thanks for the hospitality.”

Roarke smiled slightly. “My subs, Sam and Ava.”

Both subs glanced up at him. Ava smiled. Sam looked him up and down and winked, which was an odd reaction. Then he gave Reagan the thumbs up.

“Sam,” Roarke warned. “Behave.”

He picked up a glass of water with a straw and held it out to Ava. “Drink, love. You need to keep hydrated.”

“How is the baby?” Tiny asked, pleased with himself for remembering they’d just had a child.

Ava frowned.

“She’s fine.” Roarke seemed to be speaking more to Ava than him. The other Dom looked over at him with a wry grin. “Tonight is the first time all three of us have gone out and left her. But Lily is in good hands, Ava’s three best friends are babysitting her.”