Author: Kitty Jones
Category: Young Adult
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“She’s not alone,” he points to Hank. “She’s with someone who will take care of her right now.”
“Unacceptable,” Aaron insists, and he crosses his hands over his chest.
Taylor sighs and looks over to where I’m obviously watching both of them.
“Look,” he turns back to Aaron. “I realize you’re new. You are new, right?” He glances at Aaron’s wrist, where’s there’s a bright pink band. It indicates that he’s a guest for the night. He’s not a full member of the club yet. He’s just testing out the waters, so-to-speak.
“That doesn’t matter.”
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“Actually,” Taylor says. “It does matter. I understand you’re concerned about my submissive, but our arrangement is our own, and club rules dictate that you don’t interfere with how another Dominant takes care of his submissive unless she’s being harmed, which, as you can see, she is not.”
He pushes past Aaron and moves to start cleaning the equipment. Aaron doesn’t seem placated.
Not at all.
He stands right where he is and stares at me. His arms are still crossed over his broad chest and his dark, short hair just makes his eyes look even brighter.
What is he thinking right now?
And why is he staring at me this way?
My insides feel gooey and mushy. I feel wet and needy. Every part of my body suddenly feels like it’s on fire and he’s the only thing that can stop it.
Fuck.
Aaron Winters is not what I need right now, but my pussy doesn’t seem to get the memo.
“Hey,” Hank’s voice is gentle, and he squeezes my hand. “Talk to me about the scene.”
I turn back to him and cup his cheek.
Sweet Hank.
He’s a submissive, too, like me, and I wonder how he feels about watching his partner with me. Usually, we talk more before and after the scene. I’m kind of their interim little toy while Hank recovers, but I know it can’t always be easy seeing your partner with another person, even if it’s not sexual.
“I liked it tonight,” I say. “He was hard on me.”
“I saw,” Hank smiles. “I’m not going to lie, sweetheart. Tonight made me glad it was you up there and not me.”
I laugh, forgetting about Aaron for a minute so I can chat with my friend.
“I was thinking, when I was up there, I was like, man, somebody had a bad week at work, and he’s taking it out on my ass!”
Hank and I both laugh, and then a shadow falls over me. I look up, expecting to see Taylor, but Aaron stands there instead.
“Can I help you?” Hank asks, looking up at him.
“We need to talk,” Aaron says to me.
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about,” I tell him.
“You know this guy?” Hank wants to know.
“Yeah, at least, I used to,” I mutter.
A lifetime ago.
Back when I was just an innocent kid.