Page 31 of Lesson In Honesty
Behind the three, a scowling Dom followed, running his hand through golden blond hair streaked with silver. His intent gaze was locked on the stage, his expression fierce but not as protectively aggressive as that of the young woman marching by his side.
Now she was a stunner, Mack noted.Whiteblonde, ice-blue eyes shooting angry lasers. Perhaps he’d been wrong, because if she was a sub, her Dom was a brave fucking man. She exuded aweird vibe, like sugar and spice with a dash of something not too nice thrown in.
The Louisiana Domme didn’t hesitate when she reached the stage. Smiling as though the world was sunshine and roses, she cupped her hands on Sierra’s bearded cheeks and crooned, “Hello, beautiful girl. I’ve missed you this week. Have you been a good little girl?”
Tears filled big, brown eyes, making them gleam in the spotlights. One fell as Sierra nodded slowly. “Yes, Mistress Violet.”
“That’s agoodgirl.” Violet’s smile grew brighter; she bent and kissed one furred cheek, then the other. “We’ve got you, sweetheart.”
When she stepped away, a brunette took her place. With a wink, the new Domme stroked her fingertips around the curve of Sierra’s breast, tracing the rope. “Beautiful, Sierra. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
The third Domme joined the second, sliding behind the bound girl and running her hands down her back, her sides. As they fondled her breasts together, they leaned forward, each laying a line of kisses down opposite sides of Sierra’s neck where her flush was deepening by the second.
“Liam’s a very lucky Dom,” the brunette told her.
“Incredibly lucky,” her friend agreed. “Come find us if you ever want to play.”
Mack’s heart stuttered at the expression on Sierra’s face. She’d be a truly terrible poker player—she had no filter to keep her secrets hidden. Right now, she was projecting a mix of hope, longing, and the kind of need that stemmed from emotion, not sex.
The Dom approached next, folding his arms over his chest and glowering at her. “Thought you’d gotten a handle on this shit, pet.”
“Grit,” she choked out, then ducked her chin. “Master Grit.”
“Nice save, pet.” Tsking, Grit dropped his arms and enfolded her in a hug. “Different isn’t bad, Sierra. We love you exactly the way you are, and Liam adores you. Take pride in the fact you’re beautiful inside and out, which is more than a lot of people can claim.” Kissing her forehead, he released her. “Tabitha?”
The angry little blonde almost shoved him out of the way, then checked herself. “I’d kiss you but I have issues,” she stated bluntly. “If someone makes you sad, I have ways and means of making them suffer.” Her smile was practically wickedness and savagery combined. “Just say the word.”
Sierra’s mouth dropped open. “Ah… thanks?”
“Christ, Tabby, you’re supposed to compliment her and say something nice to make her feel good.” Grit groaned in exasperation.
“Thatwasnice.” Frowning, the blond narrowed her eyes. “You feel good, right?”
Mack imagined Sierra felt like a rabbit caught in a snare with a tiger licking its lips in front of her. Her quick nod of acquiescence confirmed that notion.
“See? I can be helpful.” Linking her fingers into Grit’s, the feisty sub dragged her Dom away, muttering under her breath.
Sierra went limp in relief, obviously overwhelmed, but the line in front of the stage didn’t stop at her friends. One by one, people were leaving their seats and making their way to the front of the room, standing patiently awaiting their turn.
How the hell did her Dom bear watching everyone touch her, Mack wondered, resisting the urge to adjust himself in his jeans. Sierra was inundated with quick kisses, gentle pats, a whole host of words to shore up her confidence.
By his gauge, there was still no arousal despite the many hands titillating her skin. Her nipples were barely peaked, still mainly flat, and a pale pink. The color in her cheeks was moreembarrassment than desire; her breathing hitched with anxiety, not lust. From the quick flashes of her pussy he glimpsed whenever she shifted her weight from foot to foot, she was just as disaffected there—no wetness, no puffiness of her labia.
Liam, however, didn’t seem too concerned about any of that. His hawkish gaze monitored every interaction while that tough body braced to leap into action at the first sign of distress from his submissive.
When the line began to dwindle, Mack set his half-full beer down on the bar and stretched his shoulders. His fascination with Sierra was growing exponentially, her quirks drawing him to her like a chain on a winch.
Adding his presence to the queue, he studied her face from the closer advantage. Her lips twitched as a woman in her late forties stepped up, her fingertips stroking over Sierra’s beard.
“It’s so soft,” the woman whispered in an awed, childlike voice. “Awesome.”
Littles were the epitome of innocence and compassion. Blunt at times, brutally so, but he’d never met one with cruel intentions, just the savage honesty of a child.
Eyes wet again, Sierra blinked and shifted her face slightly to the right. She must have caught a glimpse of him, because her head whipped round to meet his stare head-on. Her lips parted on a shockedoh, her eyes sparking with a heat he hadn’t seen the entire time she’d been on display.
Instinctively submissive, she cast her gaze down, which pleased him immensely.
The wait to reach her was interminably long, yet wasn’t more than a couple of minutes. The nearer he got, the more his palms yearned to stroke over that damaged skin, to soothe and comfort her trembling.