Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,23
how beautiful you look in your short as fuck outfit?”
“No, Sir.”
He pulls me close to him again, not only his lips near my ear but his tongue, too.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve seen—ever.” He goes from such a demanding man to almost overly sweet. It’s so much, but there’s something about him I do like.
I look away because I’ve been taught to be humble. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Listen, don’t move your face from my view. It’s what I want to see.”
I instantly readjust my gaze. “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s hard for me to take compliments and praise.”
He stops, and I’m not surprised when he takes this opportunity to dig deeper. I’ve done a lot of research, and many Doms seem to take the mental and spiritual welfare of their subs as a part of their responsibility, too.
“Explain, now,” he commands, his voice lowering in a sweet manner I’ve only heard a couple of times.
It’s a habit when I look away again, only to fix my stare back on him. “Ah, now that’s a good girl, my sweetheart. But we’re not doing anything until I understand this further.”
“I guess growing up in the church, vanity is something most looked down upon, and my parents always gave me what I needed as far as food and clothes. But my dad felt it was a sin to spend extra money on name brand clothes or even a nice dinner. Meatloaf in his opinion was just as good as steak, and a pair of name brand shoes was a waste if you could wear sneakers for a third of the cost. Don’t get me wrong, I love meatloaf, and plain white sneakers were fine, but splurging as a treat was never something we did. Am I making sense?”
He still has a grimace taking over his face. “Oh, hell, so what you’re saying is that you lived a very fucked-up life?”
I let out a little gasp, because if this is what he thinks, he’s not been listening to me at all. “I wouldn’t say that. I just want to know I’m worth that steak every once in a while, or that a pair of Nikes won’t make me vain.”
He doesn’t reply to me, and changes the subject completely. “Are you ready to go play, my sweet girl?”
The answer is simple, though I’d rather play with another, but I reply to him anyway. “Yes, Sir, I am.”
He fastens me to the cross with my dress still on, and I’m thankful for this.
It’s quiet in the club as all eyes are on Drake and me. “Okay, my pet, what is our safe word?”
“Red, Sir,” I reply.
“Very good, my sweet pet.” He turns to the rest of the club, where maybe thirty stand in front of the main stage. “We’re going in very light tonight. This is the first time, and I want more. I want this beauty to be collared to me.”
His declaration sends tingles throughout my entire body. My dad wants to change me. Johnny wants me so he can have my dad’s church. My mother has never stood up for me. Maddox never wanted me until he couldn’t. But this man wants me for me.
“Let’s start with the flogger,” he begins, just for me to hear in a whisper at my ear. “I’m partial to the butt, and let me tell you, I can’t wait until I redden your perfect ass.” The last part is meant for the club to hear. He lifts my skirt and whistles. “And I get to see your beautiful ass.” The entire club has a view of my thong, but I don’t concern myself with my insecurities. Instead, I ready myself for the beauty of what he’s about to do to my entire body.
On the stage is a mirror for subs who are faced away from the audience, as I am, to be able to view the reaction of others. I attempt to look away because it’s Drake and me at this moment, but before I can, a familiar brooding frown grabs my attention.
Maddox. My breath hitches, and I can’t take my gaze from the jerk, no matter how much I try. The first light strike on my butt doesn’t make it any easier to avoid the gaze we share. And if I’m a glutton for punishment, his gaze meets mine in the mirror.
His first stroke heightens my senses as my core gets wet, and my mind takes me back to three months ago when Maddox first played with me