see his bracelet is like mine. He’s a Master. I try to imagine him whipping me, but the sexual tension is absent.
This was a mistake.
The moment the thought hits me, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. A masked man walks up behind the man who’s still gripping my chin, but this one radiates something far more than power, his walk filled with confidence, his piercing green eyes staring deep into mine. There’s an air of anger, possession even, that’s rolling off of him in waves and lighting my desire aflame. My nipples pebble and my pussy clenches as his heavy footsteps beat on the ground with his threatening presence. Just looking at him causes my heart to race and my pussy to clench with desperate need.
I can’t even see all of his features because of his mask, but what I can see tells me that he’s handsome as fuck, with his chiseled jawline that sports a six o’clock shadow, and his intense green eyes that cause my skin to prickle from his gaze alone. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and his dirty blonde hair is slicked to the side almost like an old school gangster, increasing his sex appeal.
Good God, he’s so fucking sexy. My breathing refuses to regulate itself. He is a Master.
As he approaches, I forget that the man holding my chin is even there. This walking deity becomes the only thing that exists in the room for me, and his eyes seem to silently say to me, You’re fucking mine.
Chapter 7
Isaac
The moment Katia walked in, I was drawn to her. Her gorgeous blonde hair flows almost down to her hips. Her eyes are a paler blue than I thought they were. They're wide and full of curiosity.
My kitten is finally here.
It’s killed me to stay away and let her make this decision for herself, but I knew she’d come when she was ready. She wants this. She needs this.
I watched her as she took in the club, walking slowly as she nervously picked at the hem of her dress. Her chest rose with heavy breaths as she peeked into the playrooms. I wanted her to grow accustomed to the club. I wanted her to feel safe here and make herself comfortable with the atmosphere.
But I’m sure as fuck not going to let some prick steal her out from under me before I have a chance.
Joe Levi has his hands on her. Just a firm grip on her chin. But it’s a display of ownership and interest. He’s debating on whether or not she’s worthy to take on as a Slave. Some men like to break them, some like them already trained. In a way, Katia is both.
But not for him.
She’s mine. And he needs to get his hands off of her.
“Kitten,” I call out to her past Joe in a voice that makes him turn. My heavy steps echo in the room as I approach. I can feel several eyes on us, but I don’t care if I’m making a spectacle. I won’t allow it.
Joseph Levi is known to have dark preferences. Like me in some ways, but darker. He enjoys degradation and humiliation. Or so I’ve heard. It’s his reputation, but he’s only been at the club for a few months and he rarely interacts. He’s been to every auction though, but he’s yet to place a bid. Like me.
I should have known he was waiting for the same thing I was. For Katia. But he can back the fuck off. He has no idea what she’s been through. He can’t give her what she needs like I can.
But she doesn’t know me. She has no clue what’s in store for her. And ultimately it’s her choice.
Katia raises her eyes to mine. A shuddering breath raising her shoulders. There’s an instant spark as her breath hitches. Every inch of my skin prickles with recognition. My heart beats faster, and my blood heats with desire. She’s kneeling and waiting for a Master. She was waiting for me.
“There’s no collar here,” Joe says, looking at me with narrowed eyes. I turn at the sound of his voice, ripping my attention from Katia and pissing me off even more. Irritated doesn’t begin to cover it.
“No, there isn’t.” I fucking hate that he’s right. And I intend on remedying that situation before she leaves. I don’t want her in here with anyone thinking they can take her. She’s vulnerable, impressionable. I need to make my claim on her