Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,25
woman in front of me, like no one I’ve been with in the past, even HER. But I won’t think of Cheryl, not when I have this perfect specimen with me for the night.
“Move over onto your stomach, gem.” I take the cane, extending it to the back of her thighs. “I want you to have a sense of what this cane feels like before I begin.”
“Yes, Sir. I love how firm it is.”
I begin to let out a hearty laugh at her use of the word firm. “Sir, did I say something wrong?”
Her concern is a beautiful expression of her innocence. “No, my gem. Not at all. Please forgive me.” I never want her confidence to dwindle. I certainly don’t want to be the reason for this. The one positive about being a good dominant is you’re able to give your subs the ability to be confident because they have someone who believes in them.
“Okay, I’ll begin, but if you want to stop at any time, use your safe word.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says in her sweet tone.
I watch her beauty as she lies in wait, and something about her instantly twists me up as if I want more than one night. This can’t be right because I am not that type of man.
With my wrist, I snap the cane on her thighs, and a long and beautiful mewl leaves her lips. “Where are we at, my beauty?”
“Green, Sir.” She holds onto her words as though she may say more but doesn’t. This girl is precious. She knows her place.
“Continue, sweetheart, what did you want to say?”
“Please don’t deny me, Sir. I love this so very much.”
And as I watch her await more of my dominance, I’ve not even slept with her yet and I know then that letting her go would be damn near impossible.
My attention returns back to the present and to my precious gem on the stage being caned by another man. Her gaze is on the mirror, and we share a connection as her stare remains on me. I’m a greedy asshole, confusing her like I am. My perplexity and the way I’m undone over her and my decision to let her go is not like me. I know what I want, when I want, and I take it. But I can’t take her. I can’t ruin her like I ruined Cheryl.
She twists her head around to acknowledge something her potential Dom has whispered in her ear, and when she returns back to her position, she searches the bond it’s evident we still share. I watch her, getting lost in her gaze, until two sets of arms, one on either side of me, lifts me from the table and chair I’d been watching Jewel from.
I don’t make a scene until we are out of the main room of the club. In the hallway leading to my office, I shrug both sets of arms off me. “What the fuck are you doing, assholes?”
To one side is Chadwick and on the other is Jared. “What the hell?” I twist my arms out of their reach, and I want to push both of them off me, but I’ve gone too far, and I know this.
I’m in my office, ready to be read the riot act for this intervention of sorts, when Anton joins the mix for what I perceive will be an ass chewing. But I can’t think straight, not when I saw her with someone else. And the thought occurs to me. How the fuck will I handle seeing them every night?
“The way I see it,” Chadwick begins, “you have some hard decisions to make. What you did tonight is unacceptable. We’re Doms, first and foremost, so we can’t be messing with their minds.” I laugh because coming from him, this is rich, considering how he treated Eve in the beginning.
“I’m not saying I’m perfect, and I’ve made mistakes!” Chadwick roars at me. “But as the club owner/manager, you have to be above reproach.”
He’s right. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. “So what are my options?” Chad points at Anton, and it becomes apparent that they’ve planned this intervention out in advance.
Anton sits down. He’s the voice of reason, the one who is the most levelheaded of us all. “You love her or at least care for her so deeply that you punish yourself by watching her enjoy another man. That’s wrong on every level, especially as a Dom. You most certainly had been messing