"Last. Matt Thomas at your service." He gave an exaggerated bow that made her giggle.
The lights in the large theater style club flickered, letting patrons know the show was about to begin.
"Well, take a seat Mr. Thomas."
Ethan was back a few minutes later, a Disney sippy cup of heated milk on his tray. As Rachel reached for the juvenile beverage, she worried what her new friend would think about a grown woman drinking from a child's cup. Confusing emotions she'd been wrangling with throughout her pregnancy flared within her once again, making her wish she'd stayed home.
Instead of making her feel bad, Matt Thomas grinned. "So I see at least that story was accurate."
"Which story is that?"
"That you're a little. I'd heard Derek was a Daddy Dom, but since I hadn't seen him in action, I thought that was a tall tale."
Rach smiled. "Nope. That one is true." Doubt crowded, her smile slipping. "Well, at least, it was."
Matt seemed to understand. "I bet he's enjoying taking care of you during your pregnancy."
That was a mixed statement. She answered truthfully. "Oh, yeah. I was on bed rest for a while at the start, and he loved taking care of me and the baby."
He watched her carefully before asking, “But?"
She was saved from continued conversation when the music boomed louder, the house lights dimmed, and Ethan's voice came through the sound system, announcing the start of the show.
Rachel was excited about watching her Daddy in action. Tonight was a first. In the past, when Derek had been on stage, she had been on stage. The only shows she'd watched from the audience had been shows led by Master Lukus or guest Doms.
The two-story high red velvet curtains opened, revealing a schoolroom scene set up center stage. A long suppressed flutter of sexual excitement flowed through her girly parts.
What luck. Naughty schoolgirl scenes were some of her favorites at The Pit. In the past, on slow evenings when no members offered up wayward subs for punishment, Derek and she had frequently taken center stage to act out for the public one of their favorite discipline scenes they usually enjoyed in private. She settled in, fully expecting to enjoy the show.
Her heart swelled with love the second her Daddy burst onto the stage through the back-center door. He still took her breath away, even now, five years into their relationship. Derek Parker was larger than life. Tall and muscular, ruggedly handsome, ruthlessly protective, fiercely dominant and, behind closed doors, deceptively gentle.
Rachel loved each and every part that made up her complex husband, but her pregnancy had had the undesired effect of altering the percentages of his personality. Of late, all the other parts had taken a backseat to deceptively gentle Derek. While she adored him for taking such good care of her, Rachel had come to The Pit tonight hoping to be reacquainted with some of the other important parts of her husband. She had missed his dominance... his stern hand... his hard cock.
She was only half listening as her husband welcomed the members to the club. While he made announcements about the upcoming holiday parties and special hours, Rachel took a trip down memory lane, remembering fondly how they used to have hot sex at least two or three times a day—on a slow day. As Master Lukus used to say, "I've never seen two people fuck more often than you two. You're like rabbits!"
But that was BP—before pregnancy.
He's never gonna say that about us again considering my husband no longer finds me attractive. Making love only once in the last six weeks is a new low for us.
Rachel tried to remain calm about their recent lack of intimacy, telling herself Derek had been worried he would hurt her or the baby. But with each celibate week that passed, she grew less confident that that was the reason. She'd come to the club tonight determined to get laid. She'd even asked her OBGYN to put in writing that it was safe for her to have sex, in hopes of seducing her Daddy after the show.
The announcements were over. Derek paced the edge of the stage, radiating yummy dominance. She'd missed submitting to her Dom, and longed to be on the stage with him. Rach knew from experience she was seated just far enough back that she was in his blind spot. The bright spotlights trained on the stage would block her from his view, giving her the chance to enjoy the show undetected.
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