sleek brow lifted. “Feeling pretty good, aren’t you, brat?”
She smiled, glad to see the fires of annoyance in his expression. That was better than no reaction at all. “Indeed, sir.”
His eyes slowly narrowed in slits. “To your knees, Kitten.”
She dropped down and hoped that this meant her punishment would start now. Her focus went to Porter’s scuffed brown shoes peeking out beneath the hems of his jeans, and she waited…and waited…and waited. Finally he said, “Cora, will you please find Master Dmitri and ask him to come to me.”
Kenzie cursed in her head, and was more shocked that she was so attuned to Porter that she hadn’t realized that Cora had joined them. All the same, she knew she was presently fucked sideways. Going to get Club Sin’s owner to have a discussion meant Kenzie was presently knee- deep in trouble. Once again, Porter didn’t do what she expected. The damn sexy, smart Dom did the exact opposite. She only stopped silently cursing to herself when two shiny black shoes joined Porter’s.
“Is there a problem?”
Dmitri’s stern voice had Kenzie cringing. She owed Dmitri a great deal. Because of him she was given membership, no questions asked, into an exclusive club. She respected Dmitri and all of the Club Sin Masters, so disappointing any of them never felt good, even if sometimes it had to be done to get what she needed.
The silence continued, and she could only assume they were sharing disgruntled looks at her expense due, once again, to her
lack of respect.
She also wasn’t stupid and kept her eyes down. Though she might test these men and enjoy pushing them to give her what she ached for, Dmitri could revoke her membership, and then where would she be? Blessedly, he never played with her and now had collared his submissive, Presley, so Kenzie never had to be tested by him.
That position she wouldn’t have favored. Playing with Club Sin’s owner would mean she’d have to be on her absolute best behavior or chance the situation where she would get kicked out of Club Sin. Not anything she wanted. It could be viewed as disrespectful toward a Dom when he couldn’t control a submissive. She didn’t want to disrespect Master Dmitri in his club.
Porter spoke, and his voice was very controlled: “I know this isn’t typical, but would you ask Master Sawyer to scene with a submissive tonight who enjoys high levels of pain?”
A pause. Then Master Dmitri replied, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Would you like him to scene now?”
“Yes, thank you.” Porter’s voice went gruff. “Kitten, stand up.”
She quickly rose and discovered his features weren’t at all what she’d expected. He didn’t seem annoyed, which made her plan crash and burn. He also didn’t seem amused like she’d seen last night. Not being able to read him rubbed her all wrong. She had no idea how to play a man whose expression showed nothing and who didn’t react to her like everyone else did.
Whatever crossed her face caused Porter to frown. “Go stand in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. Remove your clothing. Present yourself to me.”
His curt tone stiffened her muscles.
I need to be centered…
“Sir—”
He dismissed her with a flick of his hand as if she hadn’t talked at all, something he proved to have mastered last night. “Go.”
—
Porter crossed his arms as Kenzie strode toward the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner of the dungeon with her shoulders hung. Not the way she entered Club Sin. He sighed, running a hand over his eyes.
She is going to be the death of me.
He now completely understood why Doms got frustrated with her. He was nearly there himself.
“She looked relaxed,” Dmitri stated.
Porter nodded. “Of course she did. She gave herself the orgasm that I refused her last night and planned to give her tonight.”
“You knew this would be difficult, my friend.” Dmitri’s expression became pained as he placed a hand on Porter’s shoulder. “I know
She smiled, glad to see the fires of annoyance in his expression. That was better than no reaction at all. “Indeed, sir.”
His eyes slowly narrowed in slits. “To your knees, Kitten.”
She dropped down and hoped that this meant her punishment would start now. Her focus went to Porter’s scuffed brown shoes peeking out beneath the hems of his jeans, and she waited…and waited…and waited. Finally he said, “Cora, will you please find Master Dmitri and ask him to come to me.”
Kenzie cursed in her head, and was more shocked that she was so attuned to Porter that she hadn’t realized that Cora had joined them. All the same, she knew she was presently fucked sideways. Going to get Club Sin’s owner to have a discussion meant Kenzie was presently knee- deep in trouble. Once again, Porter didn’t do what she expected. The damn sexy, smart Dom did the exact opposite. She only stopped silently cursing to herself when two shiny black shoes joined Porter’s.
“Is there a problem?”
Dmitri’s stern voice had Kenzie cringing. She owed Dmitri a great deal. Because of him she was given membership, no questions asked, into an exclusive club. She respected Dmitri and all of the Club Sin Masters, so disappointing any of them never felt good, even if sometimes it had to be done to get what she needed.
The silence continued, and she could only assume they were sharing disgruntled looks at her expense due, once again, to her
lack of respect.
She also wasn’t stupid and kept her eyes down. Though she might test these men and enjoy pushing them to give her what she ached for, Dmitri could revoke her membership, and then where would she be? Blessedly, he never played with her and now had collared his submissive, Presley, so Kenzie never had to be tested by him.
That position she wouldn’t have favored. Playing with Club Sin’s owner would mean she’d have to be on her absolute best behavior or chance the situation where she would get kicked out of Club Sin. Not anything she wanted. It could be viewed as disrespectful toward a Dom when he couldn’t control a submissive. She didn’t want to disrespect Master Dmitri in his club.
Porter spoke, and his voice was very controlled: “I know this isn’t typical, but would you ask Master Sawyer to scene with a submissive tonight who enjoys high levels of pain?”
A pause. Then Master Dmitri replied, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Would you like him to scene now?”
“Yes, thank you.” Porter’s voice went gruff. “Kitten, stand up.”
She quickly rose and discovered his features weren’t at all what she’d expected. He didn’t seem annoyed, which made her plan crash and burn. He also didn’t seem amused like she’d seen last night. Not being able to read him rubbed her all wrong. She had no idea how to play a man whose expression showed nothing and who didn’t react to her like everyone else did.
Whatever crossed her face caused Porter to frown. “Go stand in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. Remove your clothing. Present yourself to me.”
His curt tone stiffened her muscles.
I need to be centered…
“Sir—”
He dismissed her with a flick of his hand as if she hadn’t talked at all, something he proved to have mastered last night. “Go.”
—
Porter crossed his arms as Kenzie strode toward the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner of the dungeon with her shoulders hung. Not the way she entered Club Sin. He sighed, running a hand over his eyes.
She is going to be the death of me.
He now completely understood why Doms got frustrated with her. He was nearly there himself.
“She looked relaxed,” Dmitri stated.
Porter nodded. “Of course she did. She gave herself the orgasm that I refused her last night and planned to give her tonight.”
“You knew this would be difficult, my friend.” Dmitri’s expression became pained as he placed a hand on Porter’s shoulder. “I know
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