she had pushed for him to be tossed from the club when people had made their initial complaints. So why would she introduce Angela to him? Nonetheless, he could see that Angela was telling the truth. He squatted next to her so that he could be closer to her eye level.
“Why do you think this position is a good position for submissives?”
“I don’t know,” said Angela.
“Then think about it, and guess.”
Angela took a deep breath. “I feel very vulnerable. My legs are spread in an unladylike way, but it leaves me open for you. With my hands clasped behind me, it’s almost as if I’m bound. And with my back arched back, I’m extra aware of my chest, and how you’re looking at it, Sir.”
He smiled, even though she’d definitely caught him ogling. “Sir. I like the way that sounds coming from your lips.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I could just be your guide, you know, and show you things. But to show you best, I’ll have to make you feel the reality of it, Angela.” His voice was low, his face mere inches away from hers. He stared into her deep blue eyes. They were like sapphires, glistening.
“I’m feeling it, Sir.”
“Good.” He felt his cock stirring at the thought. “I’ll look at your body any time I choose. Is that understood, little angel?”
She let out a breath. “Yes. It’s understood.” She shuddered, but he could see her nipples poking at the fabric of her T-shirt. She was blushing, too. And when he touched her neck lightly, he could feel her pulse race. Her body’s reaction let him know what he needed to know.
Angela knew her face had to be turning all sorts of shades of crimson. How could kneeling there, being looked at, feel so right? They weren’t even doing anything. He was barely touching her.
“I’m going to say some words, Angela. And you’re going to tell me how those words make you feel. There is no right answer, no wrong answer. I’m trying to find out what it is that draws you here.”
“You.”
Kent smiled. “I’m flattered. But you barely know me, so what is it that brings you to the person you think I am?”
For a moment she thought he meant that he was something other than what he appeared to be. She shook off the thought. He was right. She barely knew him, and she had turned him in her mind into an archetypal master.
“The first word is bondage, Angela. Being tied up. Not being able to move.”
Angela took a deep breath. “I’d like that, if it’s safe. If I can trust the person I’m with.”
“A hot like, or a lukewarm like?”
Was that what she came here for, was to be tied up? Not exactly. But the idea definitely made her pulse race. “Kinda hot.”
Kent chuckled. “Okay. Here’s another word. Pain.”
Angela made a face. “Um. Not really.” She turned her face. Obviously a lot of people were into that here, and she didn’t want to disappoint him, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t a masochist.
Kent took hold of her chin and steered her face back so her gaze met his. “I’m not just hearing your words here, Angela. I’m watching your expression.”
She took a deep breath, and forced herself to keep her eyes on his.
“Toys. Kinky sex.”
Angela blushed. “Um, sure,” she said.
“Hot?”
“Yes.”
“Exhibitionism. Showing yourself off.”
She shook her head. No. Even though his gaze seemed to make her insides melt in the most pleasant way.
“Submission.”
Angela bit her lip. The word sent tingles from her chest to her groin. She took a breath. “Yes.”
Kent smiled. “I think we’re getting somewhere. You want to trust someone enough to let them touch you anywhere, don’t you?” He stroked the inside of her left thigh with the back of his right hand, nudging her skirt a little higher. The way she was, legs spread, she knew he could see her panties now. They were soaked through. Surely he could see how very wet she was.
She wanted to close her legs and slide back, but not as much as she wanted to hold
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