Page 66 of Lesson In Trust
Music throbbed through several speakers, the bass low and rhythmic. It wasn’t too loud, just a filler that didn’t drown out conversations; indeed, there were several going on simultaneously, yet not one person was shouting to be heard above the beat.
Everything was either wood, glass, or green. The wonderfully soft carpet beneath her bare feet was hunter green, matching the leather of the booths and round tables scattered throughout the large space.
In the furthest corner, a massive booth big enough to fit a small army was raised on a dais, with two wide steps leading the way up to it. Several people occupied it already, happily settled within the ring of wood and stained glass acting like a privacy shield.
The bar area was crowded, she noted. Mainly with people talking, not ordering drinks. Row upon row of pretty bottles lined shelves behind it, backlit with subtle lighting. Not really an advertisement to go and drink, more a statement of design.
The bar top was long and polished to a gleam. Brass ale pulls glinted beneath the spotlights shining down, and a man similar to the one standing next to her was serving whoever required his services.
Tall, blond, Viking-esque.
But it was the man leaning casually against the wooden structure with one hand in his pocket that captured her full attention. Maybe it was totally biased of her to wholeheartedly believe her two men were the hottest under the roof, but it was a fact that no one else here ensnared her heart like they did.
“I need to speak with someone, babygirl. Why don’t you go to Daddy Eli and see what there is to drink.”
She licked her lips. “Tequila?”
“Learn to hold your liquor first. It doesn’t taste so good when you throw it back up.”
“Ew.”
Evander laughed and gave her a pat on the ass to send her on her way. “Just keep your eyes on Eli and ignore everyone else. No one will hassle you here.”
Pouting—just a little—Callie dropped her chin on her chest and sighed. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Because she was, at the core, a very good girl, she dutifully beelined her way across the crowded floor, her knees jerking with every step, and her pussy leaking around the sliver of material wedged uncomfortably between her labia.
Chapter Seven
Elias
She was still on her feet at least.
By now, he’d half-expected her to be crawling, using any means necessary to escape the sharp pinch of the clamp. But while her steps were slow and uneven in stride, their minx was battling through the deluge of sensation only a clit clamp could bring.
Elias watched Evander cut away to the right, heading for the Masters’ table in the corner. They each had a job to do tonight before they started on teaching a stubborn sub the definition of trust, and Eli’s mission was already in the bag.
The private room they’d requested was waiting for them upstairs when they were ready. With some persuasion—and an exchange—the automatic safeword system would be disengaged for the night.
It was a safety feature he appreciated, one he expected Evander to implement in Denver. Private rooms couldn’t be physically monitored—having a DM standing in the corner, observing every move, really put a damper on scenes.
Callie would hate it.
So would he.
She approached, her cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with the kind of desire that spoke of desperate need. Since the clamp went on, she hadn’t really exerted herself enough to kick the toy into gear, but the path to the bar was a winding one to avoid tables and booths, and the people heading in every direction imaginable.
“Okay there, minx?”
The choked noise she made spoke volumes.
Eli bent and rolled the front hem of her dress a couple of inches higher. Oh yes, she was progressing nicely, judging by the wetness sheening her inner thighs. The scrap of fabric masquerading as underwear was no match for her arousal. “I don’t think you’re going to endure half an hour of socializing, are you?”
Small hands gripped his arms with manic strength. “Take it off.Please.”
If she was more confident, more self-assured, he’d whip the dress off over her head just to fuck with her. There were too many people around for her not to panic, however, so he simply cupped her pussy, rubbing the heel of his hand against her beleaguered nub. “Soon, precious girl. We’ll take care of you.”