Starboard (Anchored 1)

It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.

She’s wide open to him and he seems to love it. The Dom has undone his pants and is rubbing his cock while he eats her pussy. Christina throws her head back and groans, murmuring words I can’t understand. She’s saying something to him, something good, something I wish I could hear.

And then he sucks her clit into his mouth and she comes.

I know the exact second she comes apart because her eyes open wide and she looks straight at me. Her mouth forms an “o” and her whole body shakes with the impact of the orgasm. The Dom stands as her orgasm subsides and continues rubbing himself. They say a couple of words. She smiles. Then he comes over her neck and chest.

She smiles as he helps her down from the desk. Someone in the crowd claps.

“Fuck, that was quite a scene,” someone next to me murmurs. I look over to see a man standing with his pants down. His submissive is blowing him right in the hallway. It’s sexy as hell, to be sure.

The Dom in the room helps Christina get cleaned up. Good. She’s letting him help her. Only once her body is clean and her clothes are adjusted, he seems to want to hold her for a little while, and I see her shaking her head.

“Shit. She’s doing it again.”

“Seems to be her thing,” Tony shrugs.

“Not tonight,” I tell him.

The Dom looks disappointed and maybe a little frustrated, but he lets her walk to the door and open it. She slips out of the room and closes the door behind herself, leaving the Dom to finish cleaning the room.

“You need aftercare,” I tell her. The dungeon monitor is still there and whistles, like he knows what I’m saying is a terrible idea.

“I’m fine.”

“You just came in front of a crowd full of people watching you. You’re going to drop. You need someone to take care of you.”

“I told you,” she looks up at me, but she doesn’t seem angry or upset. She doesn’t even seem that sure of you. “I’m fine.”

When she speaks, it’s like she’s trying to convince herself.

Fuck it.

I’ve got playing privileges tonight, and I’m not interested in letting this girl struggle alone. Not anymore. I wanted to play with her, but tonight, I’m going to take care of her.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Excuse me?” She looks surprised.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Bagels,” she looks confused.

“I’m taking care of you,” I tell Christina. “I’m giving you aftercare. Unless you’re going to say ‘bagels,’ I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” Then I lift her into my arms and walk out of the hallway and into the main room. Behind me, the crowd has erupted into whispers and murmurs, but I don’t care. I ignore all of them and look around the room for a quiet corner where I can hold Christina.

Finally, I spot a couple of chairs that are far away from the main stages, and I walk over to one. It’s not until I sit down that I realize she’s wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her head to my chest.

And that she’s crying quietly.

Chapter 9

Christina

I don’t do aftercare.

I told myself that I would try it tonight. I told myself I’d be brave. Then when it was time to woman up and do it, I freaked out. I did what I always do and I ran away. Peter is a perfectly nice Dom. He’s respectable and kind and we’ve played together before, but tonight he really wanted to take care of me and I wouldn’t let him.

I felt so upset and disappointed in myself when I walked out of that room. I felt like I was letting everyone down again. I felt like everyone expected me to fail, so I did.