Conviction by Leah Cook Page A

immediately, dropping to their knees, pushing their chests out lacing their hands behind their necks. Each wore small boy-short style lace panties that curved up the crease of their ass, allowing their natural shape to entice the men and women in the room. The sheer lace half-cup bras added to their sex appeal without leaving them naked. Hell, he would rather see the club subs naked, but Xander had demanded that they at least be permitted a sense of modesty. By the end of the night most of them would spend more time out of their skimpy attire then in it anyway.
    “Lexie, please stand up.” James asked the petite, raven haired girl to stand. He knew she was a spitfire in her submission and would enjoy watching Darren earn it. As she stood she kept her head down and linked her hands behind her, deepening her stance she spread her legs a little wider than shoulder width and then held still waiting for more instructions.
    “Darren this is Lexie, Lexie this is Darren. I'd like the two of you to have a chat and see if you want to play together." James paused and turned his entire body to the girl standing before him and smirked as goose bumps rose across her bosom. "Remember Lexie, you may be a club submissive but you still have the right to say no to a Dom, any Dom.”
    “Yes, Master James.” answered Lexie in a quiet voice but the slight sag in her arms told James that she was grateful for his thoughtfulness.
    James took a small step back so that he could still over hear the conversation between the two of them without being intimidating or taking the control away from Darren.
    Darren was a good Dom and James knew from watching him scene and the hand he had in training him that they would partner well. That was if Darren could control her while she tested him, as a Dom, a man and a potential long term playmate. She would test him to see if she could submit completely to him. Contrary to popular belief, submission couldn't just be achieved with anyone, there still needed to be an element of connection, something similar to attraction. Lexie needed to know that her Dom would pull her up on her natural sassiness and know that the threat of punishments or promises would be followed through. Otherwise Lexie would be the one in control of the scene rather than in a submissive role.
    Darren had experienced many bratty subs and James was sure this practice would mean Lexie shouldn't be too much of a challenge for him. James knew that he was attracted to the woman, after all he'd played with her a handful of times himself to see if there was more than the gentle pull they had shared. Their time had been short and unfulfilling for James, Lexie hadn't been the woman for him after all. When James had spotted Darren looking at the subs he noticed that his eyes had continually returned to the raven haired beauty. He couldn't blame him, but for James, he felt like she was missing something. Like a shock of flowing red hair and a smattering of ginger freckles.
    James shook his head at where his thoughts had lead him and returned his attention to the conversation between Darren and Lexie. Darren was running his fingers softly down her cheek and James grinned when she closed her eyes and leaned her head further into his touch. James was only slightly surprised that she had entered her submissive mode this fast and had built enough trust in the short conversation with Darren to agree to play with him.
    “What is your safe word, Lexie?” Darren asked softly as her eyes fluttered open and he removed his touch from her face. Her eyes slightly glassy and the pupils wide and she drew in a quivering breath before answering, her eyes never leaving Darren's face. She had probably already forgotten that James was there, he smiled at his matchmaking skills. Lexie had never accepted a Dom so fast or seemed so content.
    “Envelope, Sir, my safe word is envelope.”
    “Well, I don't think that would just pop out your pretty little mouth for no reason.