bones, easily snapped by hand when he was ready.
From the flare of her hips came a narrow waist, cute indent for a navel, up to her ribcage and the swell of her breasts showcased in that damn bra. A lovely handful for his big hands. Again, the lace disguised nothing. Dusky pink areolas peeked temptingly through the material.
The girl had strong shoulders and a graceful neck, he noted. Both would look good with his hands on them, and he already had a training collar picked out for her. Tagged with his name so none of the club members could touch her...without permission.
Bodie stopped a few feet in front of him, hands locked together over her pussy, and trembled like a leaf in a stiff wind.
Without a sound, aware his friends were growing quiet, Braun twirled his finger in the air and waited for her to obey. Bless her heart, she did, turning slowly until her back was to him. The set of her shoulders and the harsh tensing of her muscles told him she was beyond uncomfortable.
Her ass, bisected perfectly by the thong, was priceless.
“Good girl, little one. Come to me now.”
She completed her turn elegantly and stepped carefully to his right-hand side. Hesitantly, she lowered herself to her knees beside his legs, spine ramrod straight, head down, with her ass perched on her heels.
“Remember how I asked your hands to be?” he murmured in gentle reminder, pleased when she reluctantly laid them palms-up on her thighs. “That’s it, clever girl. I’m very proud of you, Bodie.”
The only response she gave him was a shiver. They’d work on vocal acknowledgement when she wasn’t shit-scared and blinded by crazy thoughts.
“So,” Braun addressed the remaining Masters as though he didn’t have a near-naked woman kneeling by his feet, “are any of you playing tonight?”
“I’m scoping the field,” Atticus said with a shrug. “Matthew offered to cover the security desk for me tonight as he can’t do it on Wednesday. Gives me some free time I wasn’t expecting so I haven’t arranged anything.”
Jasper rubbed his chin. “Tiffany wants a scene later. Asked me to break out the martinets. That girl can take a goddamn lashing and beg for more when I’m done.” He grinned, winked at Braun. “Might want to steer clear of barn three at around eleven.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“Liam and I have a date with Marley,” Loki said, elbowing Atticus in the ribs. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a third Master joining in if you wanted. We’d just need to renegotiate the scene beforehand.”
Bodie’s head flew up so fast Braun was surprised he didn’t hear vertebrae cracking. He studied her face, observing the range of emotions she couldn’t hide, then—satisfied she wasn’t going to keel over from the idea of one woman servicing three virile men—went back to ignoring her.
Atticus grimaced. “Marley’s a nice girl, but she squeals like a stuck pig when she comes. The first time’s not so bad, I can deal with that. But when she’s coming three, four times on my cock, the noise ruins my own orgasm.”
“That’s what a decent ball gag is for, Atticus.”
The big guy shook his head. “Trust me, not even duct tape can silence Marley at the peak. I think it emanates from her chest more than her mouth, God bless her.”
Braun chimed in with the conversation here and there, keeping one eye on the flow of regular Saturday night members streaming into the room and the other on Bodie. Saturdays were always busy and tonight appeared to be no exception. It served his purpose—Bodie had to get used to being among the members, interacting with other Doms and submissives.
Her social skills in general were sadly lacking.
Half an hour into opening, the seating pit was almost full. The Masters moved closer together to allow friends to join them, and the atmosphere was alive with sexual tension.
Bodie was not the only subbie kneeling at her Dom’s feet, but she was the only one shaking with nerves. He hadn’t missed her inching nearer, her knees shuffling on the pit’s plush carpet, as more people arrived. Her side was now wedged against his leg, her hand gripping just above his ankle as though he might stand up and leave her to the wolves.
Discussions in the circle ranged from discipling errant and mischievous subs with creative yet effective methods to political issues, the upcoming football season, and back to favorite positions for deeper penetration.
Braun rested his hand on Bodie’s nape, gripped it firmly. She stiffened under