Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

“I-I . . .” Shit. There were a million thoughts filling her head and she couldn’t seem to focus on just one.

“Calm down. Just breathe. Where are you at?” One hand lifted and grabbed the nape of her neck firmly. She immediately calmed.

“Ria, where are you at?” His voice was firmer. The core of steel was unmistakable.

Where was she at? What did he mean?

He means why are you freaking out, idiot? And do you want to stop?

“Maybe yellow.”

“Maybe yellow.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’d say definitely yellow. Want to tell me why you object to me taking off your shirt?”

“You didn’t understand me,” she blurted out.

He frowned slightly, looking confused. “When didn’t I understand you?”

“When I said I had curves. I meant I’m kind of fat.”

He looked stunned. Then his frown was back. His eyes grew cold. So cool she found herself shivering. “You’re right. I did misunderstand you. Because I didn’t think there would be any way you would ever disparage this glorious body. But I haven’t set down the rules, so I guess I can’t punish you for that. Yet.”

“Then you can’t punish me for not filling in the contract properly?” she asked hopefully.

“Oh, no, that was a club rule. Meaning you get a punishment from one of the club Doms. You’re just lucky I happen to be one of them.”

Lucky, right. That’s what she was.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She raised her gaze to his.

“Rule number one. No putting yourself down. You need to have respect for yourself. That starts now. Expect that any infraction will be harshly dealt with.”

“You’re talking like this goes past tonight.”

His eyes narrowed. “That rule is in place until this ends between us. However long that is. If it goes beyond tonight, other rules will be laid out clearly in a contract.”

She stared at him. Then nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His face softened. “Good girl.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “So damn beautiful. I can’t stand the idea you don’t see that.”

Her heart raced. She could tell he meant every word.

Then his hands dropped to her shirt again. Shit.

“The only hang-up you have over being naked is because you don’t have a clue how gorgeous this body is?”

She thought that over. Then sighed. “Yes, Sir.”

“All right then. Let’s get that worry over with.”

The couple in the cage caught her attention. The Dom was pushing in and out of her pussy. His hands were wrapped around her hips, holding her still as he pounded her. But there was no discomfit on the subs face, no indication that she wasn’t enjoying herself. Then he reached around, pushing his hand under her body, and then the sub cried out. The Dom smiled.

She turned back to Connor as he flicked his finger over her nipple. “Like what you’re seeing, don’t you?”