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30 Cherise Sinclair
When his arm around Mac tightened, she didn't resist, needing the feeling of being
protected more than she needed to avoid contact. The atmosphere seemed more intense than the
public BDSM clubs she'd visited. She'd expected to see subs getting flogged, caned, even sights
like the person having hot wax being tipped onto her stomach from a candle. But here, the
observers were more focused, and the people negotiating a scene were more serious. In fact, one
Dom had actually taken out a list on a piece of paper to go over it, point by point, with a thin
male sub. That Dom looked up just then and met Mac's eyes.
She dropped her gaze immediately. Oops. This not looking at Doms wasn't an easy rule to
remember.
 We've commandeered an area near the far end, between the stockade and the St. Andrew's
cross. C'mon over, Bob said.
Still within the curve of Alex's arm, Mac walked through the room. By a massive wooden
St. Andrew's cross, Bob's group occupied a sitting area of leather couches and chairs. As Alex
received a chorus of hellos and welcomes, Mac unobtrusively checked out his friends. The
mostly male Doms wore either leathers or black clothing, much like the black slacks and black
silk shirt Alex had on. Their ages ranged from thirties to fifties, and most were fairly good-
looking, with a couple of men almost as gorgeous as Alex. One female Domme had a male sub,
another a female.
As Alex took a chair, Mac looked for one too, then noticed every sub was kneeling on the
floor. She didn't want to embarrass Alex, so she did the same, trying not to flash everyone and
cursing her short skirt and lack of underwear. Once situated, she checked her posture against the
other subs kneeling, hands palms up on knees, back straight then glanced up at Alex.
His eyes and smile showed his pleasure even before he leaned forward and stroked her
hair.  Very observant, little cat. You look lovely.
The compliment in his deep voice seemed to glide right through her skin and into her
insides, creating a warm glow that lessened her insecurity. Not that the glow lasted as comments
from the other Doms came hard and fast. She forced her gaze to stay on the floor.
 New sub?
 Pretty little thing.
 Looks a little feisty; 'bout time you had a challenge.
His hand rested on her shoulder possessively.  Her name is MacKensie, and she's new to
the scene.
When their attention turned elsewhere, she gave a sigh of relief one that was too
noticeable, she understood, when Alex gave a quiet laugh and squeezed her shoulder.
His touch felt good. Too good. He watched her closely and touched her too easily. A slight
tremor ran through her, and she edged away from him. He glanced down at her, focused on her a
minute, then removed his hand.
And then she felt lonely. Frak.
As the subs stayed silent, the Doms discussed plans for the following week and upcoming
events. When no waitress appeared, they designated two subs to fetch drinks. Then two of the
Doms asked for Alex's opinion on a scene across the room, some sort of knife stuff that sounded
appallingly bloody.
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 All right, Alex told them, then looked down at her.  MacKensie, do you want to see
this?
 I get to choose? Wasn't he supposed to make all the decisions?
He smiled, his hand cupping her cheek.  I know you don't mind blood, but I don't know
how you feel about one person deliberately cutting another.
She shuddered. That didn't sound at all pleasant.
 And there's my answer. Alex rose.  Remain here. I'll be back in a few minutes.
Not a problem. Just after he walked away, she realized she'd missed her chance to ask a
vital question: where was the restroom? Her bladder felt like an overinflated balloon, and the
tight skirt made it worse. She looked around. Two Doms, one Domme, and a handful of subs
remained. The other subs wore clothing much like hers, although one was completely naked.
Another wore only jeweled clamps on her nipples ouch with a chain running between them,
and a very skimpy thong.
Mac shook her head in wonder. Apparently she'd gotten off lightly when Alex had chosen
her outfit.
Clothing or not, she still had to pee. When a gorgeous brunette kneeling beside the
adjacent chair looked over, Mac asked,  Are we allowed to go to the bathroom? I'm dying here.
Expressionless, the brunette eyed Mac. Then she smiled slightly and pointed.  The
restrooms are across the room. You should be able to get there and back before the Doms
return.
 Thanks. After pushing to her feet, Mac hurried across the room, past two flogging scenes
and one man touching some electrical thing to intimate places on his male sub. Looked painful as
all get-out.
Once she'd used the toilet and managed to wiggle her skirt back into place, she retraced her
steps, using the St. Andrew's cross as her heading.
Halfway there, a hefty Dom in battered leathers stopped her.  Brown top, red skirt,
medium height, yellow-brown hair. You must be MacKensie.
Mac blinked.  Um. Yes.
 Good enough. I got your safe word and conditions. He snapped a metal handcuff on her,
whipped her around, and put one on the other wrist, just like in a cop show. And just like a show,
he pushed her forward.
 Hey, let go! Mac tried to jerk away, but he had a good grip on her and must have
outweighed her by a good hundred pounds. She raised her voice.  I don't know you. Let go of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]