Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

She glanced down to see he’d undone several buttons of her shirt, and her very sensible white cotton bra was on display. Yeah, she hadn’t expected anyone to see her lingerie tonight. God, he wouldn’t make her walk around with just her bra and pants on, would he?

He lightly pinched both nipples. “Ria? Answer me.”

What was the question? Oh, right.

“Yes, I guess so.”

“You guess so? For someone who can be so assertive, you seem rather hesitant now.”

She had to shrug and smile. “Out of my comfort zone, I guess.”

“Yes, that would be my thought too. Turn around and face them.” She turned, and Connor tugged her shirt off her arms, leaving it just around her waist. At least it covered her stomach.

The Dom had finished by now, he was busy untying the sub. Although, she noticed, he left the butt plug in. He took off her blindfold, speaking to her quietly and running his hand down her arm.

God, Ria missed aftercare. That might be the part she missed most. Being taken into someone’s arms and cuddled and protected. Unfortunately, it had always ended too quickly for her.

She gasped suddenly as her breasts were freed. “Connor!”

He turned her to face him, tugging the bra completely free. But his gaze wasn’t caught on her dangling boobs. Nope, he was giving her a Dom look. The one that said she was in trouble if she didn’t quickly fix things. What had she done?

You called him Connor, dumbass.

Right. And she was supposed to call him Sir. As a sign of submission and respect. Yeah, Doms were big on those things. So sensitive.

“Sorry, Sir. You caught me by surprise.”

“Try not to forget again or I’m going to have to get creative about reminding you.”

Hmm, she didn’t like the look on his face but she decided it was safest just to nod. He cupped her breasts, lifting them. She felt her face flame. They were enormous. She hated them. She could remember begging Freddy for a boob job when she was fourteen. It was one of the few things he’d refused to give her. She hadn’t been a kid who was used to hearing the word no and she’d sulked for a week.

“Magnificent,” Connor said then he leaned in and kissed each nipple lightly. She shivered.

Huge, ugly, horrible things.

“Ria, look at me.”

She glanced into his gaze. He appeared thoughtful. “Not going to like those thoughts going through your brain, am I?”

“Probably not, Sir.” She aimed for a light tone but could tell he wasn’t fooled in the slightest.

“I don’t like these hang-ups you’ve got about your body, baby,” he told her.

“They’ve been there for a while, can’t shut them off in one night.”

“No,” he agreed. “But hopefully I can convince you that no one else sees what you do.”

He drew her right breast up and lapped at the nipple, sucking on it, playing with it until Ria’s legs grew weak and she could feel her panties growing damp. He turned his attention to the other nipple and she groaned. Just as she was about to beg him to take them somewhere so he could ease this ache growing inside her, he straightened.

He turned her around. “Put your hands behind your back and clasp them together.” She did what he asked, aware she was completely on display to the rest of the room. Although no one was paying her much attention. The two people in the cage had left and someone was stripping it out. There was another couple over on one of the spanking benches. Another pair at one of the St. Andrews’ crosses.

Something was wrapped around her wrists, binding them together then Connor reappeared in front of her. “Follow me.”

As she followed him, aware of her boobs bouncing up and down, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening in surprise.

Damn man had bound her with the arms of her own shirt. She turned her gaze back to him and saw her bra poking out of his back pocket.

She hadn’t thought it possible, but she blushed even brighter.