His Sub's Submissive Cooper McKenzie (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

hair was shorter than his, but on her it looked perfect. She was cute, feminine, wearing a timid, yet wistful, expression as she gazed over the crowd. It looked like she stood there in body, but her mind was a million miles away. Like the others, she stood with her feet planted shoulder-width apart, but there was something about her. An air of innocence, of fragility that called to him.

“That one, Master.” He pointed discreetly.

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Dane found the woman Merlin had chosen. She was full-bodied with hips and breasts. The two next to her looked like stick figures in comparison. The air around her seemed to shimmer. He could see that she was new to this and scared to be so exposed even though she was fully covered. Why had she agreed to this?

When she dropped her gaze to look over the crowd, and her eyes met his, Dane felt like someone had kicked him in the guts. He’d never had such a connection to anyone but Merlin. His heart contracted and filled with a spring-like warmth. His cock, the cock that he thought Merlin had tamed less than an hour before, slammed to attention. He watched as color filled pretty cheeks that only moments before had appeared deathly pale.

Dane kissed his lover’s temple while holding her gaze. “Mmm, very pretty. I’m sure we’ll have a good time with that one. A good choice, pet. A very good choice.”

Chapter 2

Sloan wondered if anyone would notice if she just quietly passed out. The nerves that buzzed as they’d descended in the elevator had blossomed into fear when a mean looking woman dressed in black latex took her arm and pulled her away from Antony and Jenna. Without a word, she hustled Sloan across the room and up a set of stairs to the darkened stage area. She’d stopped at the far side of the platform and picked up handcuffs that were attached to the floor by a chain. In seconds, Sloan found herself cuffed securely in place.

As her vision grew accustomed to the dimmer light, she looked around. Six other people were also chained to the stage. They didn’t look around. Instead they stood with arms at their sides as they stared out into the room. They remained still as statues. She studied their stance and mimicked it before turning to look out over the crowd, as well.

When the lights came up onstage, she blinked, and her fear expanded at the same time her nipples grew hard and her cunt lips dampened. She focused on the far wall instead of studying the people. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see who was in the crowd that gathered in front of the stage.

All at once, it felt as if someone ran warm hands over her skin. Her nipples tightened until they ached to be touched. Her clit puffed up, and her juices gathered and spread along her lower lips. Dropping her gaze from the back wall, she looked around without moving her head. No one stood anywhere near her. Glancing over the crowd, she met the assessing gaze of one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen outside a magazine.

He was a dark angel with military-cut short black hair styled to stand straight up, adding another inch to his impressively tall height. His eyes were pale though she couldn’t tell if they were blue or gray. His face was strong, clean shaven, and sharp angled which only added to his masculine beauty.

His eyes darkened when she didn’t look away at once. Finally, she dropped her gaze to his body and fought back a gasp. He was huge all over. Broad shoulders led her gaze to a body with more muscles than should be legal. It wasn’t the overly muscular body of a bodybuilder but a man who was well toned and beautiful. An open, black leather vest was all that covered his chest.

Her gaze dropped further. He wore black leather pants and boots. So, he was a Dom. Raising her gaze back up his long, thick legs, she noted the growing bulge at his crotch. If a hard-on was any indication, he was interested. Would he place a bid? Would he buy her for the weekend? Would he be the loving Dom Jenna had promised?

She felt her cheeks grow hot. Then she noticed he had one arm wrapped around another person, a man almost as big as he was. This one was blond with dark eyes and a body that was leaner, but just as muscular, just as beautiful. The smaller man wore only black leather pants and a black collar around his neck. No vest. Bare feet. The big and beautiful Dom already had a submissive. A male submissive.

So why was he looking at her like he couldn’t wait to get her alone?

Sloan lifted her gaze to the back of the room but watched them out in the periphery of her vision. The big man kissed the blond one’s temple and then said something to him. The blond nodded in response and settled even closer into his master’s side. It was an intimate moment between lovers, one that she’d dreamt of all week. She wanted a man to hold her close, to kiss her and murmur to her with that kind of intimacy. She wanted a man to love and to love her. Was she crazy to try and find that in a BDSM club?

Before she could panic and demand release, Jenna walked onstage with the mean looking Domme following her. When Jenna met her eyes and smiled, her panic melted away. Okay, she was fine. She could do this. It would be an adventure she’d remember for the rest of her life, even if she didn’t decide to continue beyond Sunday.

Jenna stepped behind the podium. The other Domme stopped two steps back and to her right. They waited until the room grew silent.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for