I look up and catch Ian’s gaze. I may be submissive right now, but I don’t want to look it. So my eyes are narrow, powerful, saying, “Do what you want, sir, but know that I am in full control of your pleasure.” Of course, a look like that makes a man like him thrust into my throat to punish me for my insubordination.

Bring it on, Mathers.

How much time do I have left? Thirty seconds? Twenty? Now would be a good time for the Ian I first met to come back and lose himself sooner than he planned. But no, since he embarrassed himself twelve years ago, he’s learned so much self-control that not even his raging hard-ons for me can succumb to coming in five seconds.

“You want it, do you?” His voice is huskier than usual, and I can barely hear it over the music and the conversations of the club. “You want me to come in your throat? Would that make you feel proud?”

I narrow my eyes even more and hum on his cock. Yes, asshole. Come in my fucking throat in front of all these people.

He does.

It slams into the back of my throat as the first release comes. Ian’s seed spills into my mouth, and here I am, still working him in an attempt to make his climax harder for him. I want to see him combust on this couch.

Too bad he’s too controlled for that shit. I’m the only one who can smell his masculine scent, taste his musky seed, and feel the shivers rocking his body. As I take every burst of his cock in stride, I imagine the other Doms wishing they had a sub like me and the other subs wishing they had even half my talent.

Most of all, I imagine Ian rewarding me so well that I completely forget I’m in this club making my naughty debut as a submissive.

When I detach from him, seed dribbling from the side of my mouth, the hostess returns with our drinks. She tries to keep a calm face, but I can tell that the sight of Ian’s cock and the look on my face is making her eyes glaze over. From a woman who has worked here for as long as I’ve been coming? That’s an amazing compliment.

At least Ian waits until she leaves again to push my errant hairs behind my ears and speak. “You are too beautiful with my cum falling from your mouth like that.”

I take the napkin that came with my drink and touch myself up. “You like that? Sorry, I swallowed most of it already.”

That gets me a cheeky grin. “Come here and let me kiss you.”

I’m hoisted back into his lap, fingers gripping my double as Ian kisses my throat and rubs my breasts. The alcohol in my drink isn’t enough to completely wash away the taste of my Dom’s virility, and for that… well, I’m grateful.

Ian glances at his watch. “You about ready to make your official debut, my sweet?”

The empty stage is calling to us. “If that is your wish, sir.”

He tugs on my collar. “My wish is to make you happy and love on you for the rest of my life.” Ian grins. “And to make sure this whole club knows who you belong to.”

If they don’t know by now, I’m not sure we can really help them.

Ian looks down into his lap. “Perhaps it would be best to wait a few minutes,” he says, zipping himself back up.

Yeah, we don’t have that kind of show planned, although I don’t doubt he would get hard again. In fact, he probably went ahead and came before going on stage to get any potential frustration out of the way.

Just as someone approaches us, I get a text from Eva. “Ew. I need bleach for my brain. Thanks for the lovely image.”

“No problem,” I text back. “Maybe you learned something?”

“Ewwwwww I stopped watching once I realized what you’re doing. Girl, that’s Ian Mathers’s dick. Go brush your teeth.”

I turn off my phone, glancing up and catching the stupidest grin in the universe on my best friend’s face as her submissive friend crawls all over her.

“Guess I’ll have to take some notes from you in the future, Alison.”

I dump my phone in my clutch and look up at Lana Andrews, still making the rounds. Ian puts his arm around me, not that I need any protection from this woman. Not right now, anyway.

“Glad you could learn something,” I say, feeling Ian squeeze my knee. In what? Warning? Honey, I don’t care if you’re the most masterful Dom in the universe, you can’t stop me from defending myself. Noble of you to try to intervene on my behalf, however.

Lana’s mouth is twitching, and I can’t tell if she’s about to start laughing or snorting in derision. “So would now be an awkward time to mention the news I heard on the grapevine? I heard the council was about to support your little museum project.”

“Who did you hear that from?” Ian asks.

“My friend Colleen from the council. She and a few others have been to The Grand since the reopening and, protestors aside, are impressed.” Lana looks at me. “I guess you’ll be getting to start your project soon after all. Good for you.” Finally, she lets a smile cross her wrinkle-free face. “Looks like all sorts of good things are happening for you recently. I’m kind of jealous.”

I see the way she eyes Ian, and in his post-climax euphoria, he’s reveling in it. I slap one arm across his chest and let a flicker of Kathryn the Domme overcome my demeanor. “He’s mine, Andrews. And I’m not in the mood to share.”

Ian chuckles. “You heard the woman. Maybe next time.”

Fat chance, buddy. If I’m having a fun time with another couple, it is definitely not going to be the Andrews. How about some standards?

“Touché. Well, if you two are going to run around this club fucking in front of everyone, at least make sure it’s as hot as what happened there.”

“Oh, didn’t you hear?” Ian says. “Kathryn and I are due on stage for her grand debut as the prettiest submissive in this desolate wasteland they call sin.”

The look she gives me is practically predatory.

“Looking forward to it.” That’s the last thing she says before waving her fingers at us and stepping away. I am neither flummoxed nor inspired, so I guess that’s good.

“Ready?” Ian kisses my forehead. Now that inspires me. “It’s about time this club knows who you really are.”

Who I really am.

Who I really am.

I was afraid of my real identity a few weeks ago. Back when I went to Ian and told him I wanted to explore my submissive side. I didn’t think I could handle it. I thought I would die, spiritually and emotionally. Now? It feels like nothing. When I think of submitting, I think only of Ian, the man taking me by the hand to help me off the couch before latching onto my leash and bringing me forward.

As long as it’s him, I can do anything my heart and body desires.

People part as we walk through the club, Ian holding my leash over his shoulder with that look of, “See what I have and you don’t?” all over his face. It shouldn’t endear me to him as much as it does. This man’s possessiveness once frightened me. Who was he to say that I was his? Now I realize it’s not about controlling my life or stripping me of my agency. Ian isn’t that kind of man.

No, what he offers me as my Dom is something I’m about to share with the whole world.

Ian signals to the same hostess from earlier that we would like to begin. She nods, finishes her current job, and hops on the stage while we wait in the wings.

The nerves are starting to settle in again. Ian takes my wrist as the lights go down and the stage is lit up in an array of purples, blues, and hints of red.

“God save us,” I mutter.

He sucks in his breath. “Yes, we need all the holy intervention we can get.”

Don’t I know it.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 29

 

KATHRYN

 

We forego any formal introduction. Not that people usually do introductions around here. Usually they hop on the stage and get to it, but for Dom or sub debuts, the club usually likes to do a bit of a talk so everyone knows exactly what’s going on.