Page 56 of Dance for Me
“Arrogant jackass,” she hissed, suddenly on the verge of a crying jag for the stupidest umpteenth time that night. She liked the protection of panties, and she preferred her breasts securely confined in a bra. “He should get used to going commando, because I’m going to shred every pair of boxers and briefs I can find in his drawers.”
The Domme snorted. “Sweetheart, the day that man wears underwear is the day hell freezes over and snowmen frolic like little ice demons. He damn near always goes commando.”
Startled, Bodie whirled with her jeans in her hands. “He what?”
“Jasper and Atticus are the same. Something about well-endowed cocks and tight confines.” Connie shrugged nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t know; I don’t have one, well-endowed or otherwise.”
“Jesus.” Banishing images of all three men wandering around, strutting through the club like roosters with their equipment swinging free, she wriggled into the loose denim hastily. She did not want those visuals in her head...
Liar, liar, no panties left to set on fire.
“Oh sweetheart, just no. Is that what you’ve been wearing in the club?”
Shielding her bare breasts from view, Bodie wrestled her arms into the hoody. Yanking it over her head, she replied with a muffled, “Yes?”
“Do you have anything less...casual?”
Her head popped out of the hole. “This is what I wear. It’s all I’ve got and it’s comfortable.”
Connie tapped her finger on her lower lip thoughtfully. “Outside club hours, you’ll be fine. I think you and I will go shopping. Casual is all well and good, Boadicea, but when there are members playing, you should be able to fit in. You’re Braun’s submissive now. The correct clothing goes a long way to setting you in the right mindset for submission, believe me. I know a few places with stock that will suit you without offending your style. And,” she added gleefully, “we’ll have the opportunity to knock your Dom’s socks off.”
Bodie folded the blanket carefully and set it on Braun’s desk. “Just what I need, Braun sans boxers and socks. Might as well ban him from wearing a shirt and pants too.”
“We’d need an additional security team to protect him from the unattached flock of subs roaming the club. Let’s leave the getting naked until you’re alone.”
Before she could splutter out her response, there was a sharp double tap on the door before it eased open wide enough for the man in question to poke his head through. Seeing she was dressed, Braun’s face lit up and he stepped inside, moving straight to her to claim her with a searing kiss.
Yeah, she really needed those stolen panties right about now.
“There’s my gorgeous girl,” he murmured against her lips. “Missed you.”
“It’s been an hour,” she muttered, blushing brilliantly.
“More like ninety minutes. Seems like forever when all I want to do is wrap myself around you and go to sleep with you in my arms.”
Ninety minutes? Baby Jesus, where had the time gone?
“That’s my cue. Bodie, if you’re sure you don’t want to stay for this, why don’t you go hit Liam up for that drink? This won’t take more than a few minutes and I’m sure Braun is eager to finish off your aftercare.”
She didn’t need inviting to leave twice. No, Sir, she was gone before Connie could change her mind and Braun persuaded her to stay and witness her mortification level ring the bell of Ultimate Humiliation.
She half ran down the walkway, stumbling slightly as she braced for Braun’s roar of outrage to chase her into the social area. Panic seized her chest as she realized that, with every step she took, Connie was discussing her with Braun.
Telling him her secret.
Changing the way he’d look at her.
Altering their relationship, whatever it might be.
Her stride didn’t falter when she reached the bar. She just kept going, driven by anxiety so acute, it stole her breath and every scattered thought.
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