Page 102 of Naughty November

I watched him watch the demo. Every so often, a glance would search me out, making sure I was still there. I didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t look anywhere else. I didn’t need to watch the sounding to know what was happening. I’d seen it. Done it. Been sounded and sounded others. I’d done a lot of things in this club and outside it. A laundry list of kinks. Some experiments that wouldn’t be repeated.

I hoped that I would be more than that to Riley.

Was it love at first sight? Hardly. But Riley was beautiful. Stunning. A sweet Cupid’s bow mouth, an artfully styled mop of curly hair, slightly too dark to be called blonde, but not quite brown either. He was almost the same height as I was, maybe five-eleven to my six-feet. Fucking perfect, if you asked me.

Attraction was a funny thing. You never knew when it was going to hit and who was going to trigger it. Riley had taken my breath away from the minute he walked in, starry-eyed innocence written on his face. It made me yearn to corrupt him. To take him and teach him. To show him all the things he wanted to know and even some of the things he didn’t yet know he wanted to know.

When the sounding rod was finally pulled out, the submissive shouted through his orgasm, whining and panting, begging, half-sobbing as his chest became speckled with his cum. By the time I tore my gaze away from his trembling form, Riley was gone.

I watched the dom take care of his trembling lover with more than a touch of envy. The high was great. There was almost nothing better than having someone under your control. Your care. Someone who looked to you to give them so much. I loved aftercare. I loved the quiet moments when everything was done and blood was still rushing through veins like a dam had burst. I missed that the most sometimes.

Being in control made me feel wanted, but the aftercare made me feel necessary. Needed. It probably spoke to the kind of man I was, the kind of dom that I had become. I’d never be one to tie a man to a cross and whip him raw. I’d never be one to tie a man to a bed and let a fuck machine ruin his hole.

I wanted to be the one taking him apart. Piece by piece. And I wanted to do it to Riley. I wanted to tear him apart with my teeth and kiss him back together. I wanted to taste his tears. Our interaction played on a loop in my mind and I was convinced that I was in for a hell of a night.

If Riley came back to me.

I returned to the room where we talked and grabbed a drink for myself. This was one of the tamer upstairs rooms for doms and theirsubs who wanted to enjoy a more intimate, low-pressure kind of scene. I knew, rather hoped, that Riley would be back before long.

Willing to wait, I finished my bottle of water, made chit chat with another dom and then went to take a piss. When I returned, Riley was there waiting for me. Eyes round, blown pupils, red lip from where he’d been biting it all night. He stood near the place where we first met, almost an hour ago now. His eyes flared when he saw me and I made a beeline for him.

Too restless to sit, I leaned against the wall as close to Riley as I could get without touching him. It was colder than my burning skin and offered a flash of relief across my shoulders where it made contact. But only for a minute.

“Did you see anything you liked?” I asked Riley. Already I loved the way he looked at me, his innermost thoughts flashing across his face. Naked hunger. Exposed anticipation. Lust. Fear. Want. Need.

Riley exhaled long and slow. “It was overwhelming.”

“It can get that way sometimes.”

He glanced away and picked up the list again. There were copies all over the club tonight. Steve’s partner, Matty, was always dreaming up different kinds of events to have at the club and this was just the newest one of his schemes.

“How much experience do you have, Riley?”

“Enough outside of a club to know that I could potentially have a good time inside of one. If…” He paused, pinning me with his gaze. “If I find the right partner.”

“You familiar with safe words? Not that we’ll need them tonight, but it’s good to get to know each other. Establish boundaries.”

Riley rolled his eyes a little, but more out of nerves than attitude, I thought.

“Green is good. Red is bad. Yellow is somewhere in the middle.”

Narrowing my eyes, I pushed away from the wall and stepped closer to Riley. Though he was only slightly shorter than I was, I pulled myself up to my full height, my boots also offering an extra inch of lift.

“I should spank the sass out of you.” I flicked the list that he held in his trembling hand.

Riley lifted his chin in defiance. “If I let you.”

I smirked at him. “Fair enough. The question is, little angel mine, are you going to let me?”

“Spank me?” Riley shook his head. “No.”

The air between us crackled.

“But?”

“But I’d like to try a couple things from that list.” Riley held my gaze briefly before dropping it. “Sir.”

“Do I get to choose?”