Page 36 of Ravish

“Very perceptive you are.” He kissed her cheek. “Just keep watching. Plus, have you noticed how David touches Regina. She has a safe word, and if he goes too far, she’ll say it, and he’ll stop.”

“I remember the discussion about safe words, Sir.” She’d never heard anyone use one. Even when she thought they should.

“Keep your gaze on Regina. See how her body is flushed. That’s one sign David is on the right track. Her breathing would be another. But there are other subtle hints. The way her fingers curl into her palms and then release. The slight shifting of her body in the chair and whether her eyes widen or narrow.”

Lara’s gaze took in each of those places as Colby talked. Yes, he was right. “Is it always like that, Sir?”

“Depends on the sub. For example…” He pinched her left nipple, and she jumped. “You jumped, but tell me: What else are you feeling?”

“Heat and a zing. It’s the best way I can describe it, from my nipple to my clit, Sir.”

“I felt you jump, but what I see is the flushing of your skin and you biting into your lower lip as if you were stopping yourself from crying out.”

Lara leaned her head back and gazed up at Colby. “I did, Sir?”

“Yes and I can understand why you did it here in the club. But when we’re alone, I want to hear everything.”

A squeal from the stage captured Lara attention. Regina was squirming in the chair with David standing next to it, a wide grin plastered on his face.

“I believe I missed something, Sir.”

“You did, sweetheart.” Colby’s fingers slid down to Lara’s abdomen. “Earlier when you asked if David was up to something, you were correct. You see, he’s placed a vibrating bullet inside the rope bikini he made for Regina.”

His fingers toyed with the top of her leather skirt.

Lara kept her gaze on Regina, trying not to squirm beneath Colby’s touch. When Colby’s finger slipped beneath the waistband of the skirt, Lara tensed. “Ummmm, Sir. Ah, yellow, Sir.”

Colby’s fingers stilled. “What is it, sweetheart? Am I moving too fast?”

“Yes… No… I don’t think I’m ready for that level of play in public yet, Sir.” Her body protested at her words, but she wasn’t ready for this level of play. She was barely tolerating the exposure of her breasts.

“I understand.” His fingers moved back to her abdomen. “I want you to do something.”

“What is that, Sir?”

“I want you to look down and tell me what you see.”

Lara’s breath caught in her throat. She could do this. She tilted her head down. Her breath whooshed out of her. Even though Colby had untied the front of the halter top it still covered her breasts; nothing was really exposed except the skin between her breasts.

“I… You made sure I was covered even though you were playing with my breasts, Sir.”

“Correct. This is your first full night, and I want you to feel comfortable. I’m aware that exposing you on the first night would not be a good idea. Trust goes both ways.”

He was right. “I trust you, Sir.” She did, or she wouldn’t be in the club with him, but doing this was deepening that trust.

“Sir! I need to come, Sir,” Regina yelled, pulling Lara’s attention back to the stage.

Regina’s head was moving from side to side, her fingers curled into her hands and her legs were shaking.

“Please, Sir,” Regina said.

David put his hand on Regina’s head. “Come for me. You have my permission.”

Regina let out a cry.

“Is it standard protocol, Sir, for a sub to ask for permission to orgasm?” Lara was confused. She didn’t remember reading about that. She remembered club protocol about how to address Doms and subs, but nothing about this.

“Depends on the couple. David likes his subs to ask for permission, and Regina is well aware of it.”

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