Page 65 of Barron

“Thanks, man.”

Johnny G walked away, and Barron turned his attention to the bright-eyed beauty with him. From this moment forward, no one but Yoanni and her wishes and pleasures existed in his mind.

“The ladies’ locker room is this way.” Her hand was cool under his. Nerves, he imagined, but decided to let it ride for now. Once she changed and he showed her around the different sections and rooms, he’d address her nerves. He scanned the entire dungeon again and found nothing troubling or suspicious. Best of all, he caught not a hint of the blond Wolf. Feeling relieved for the time being, he headed for the locker room.

He stopped in front of the ladies’, pulled out his phone, and tapped a text. Yoanni’s phone dinged. “I just texted you the combination to the lock. When you’ve finished changing, leave everything locked inside. You’re my submissive. I’ll supply whatever you need.”

“This is so exciting.” She gave a chirpy sound and disappeared into the locker room.

Barron settled against the wall to get out of the way of clubguests going in and out of the changing room. He enjoyed watching the creative outfits people wore to satisfy their kink. At times, he wished his imagination was as active as, say…Master Darius’s, with his elaborate harnesses and flamboyant codpieces. Barron was a simple Dominant. He wore basic black pants and a T-shirt. And no leather for indoor activities, thank you. Too hot in a crowded dungeon. If he was going to give it his all to please a submissive, he preferred light clothing when throwing a flogger or whip.

“Daddy?” The voice followed a soft touch on his arm. Barron came out of the daydream and blinked. His mouth sagged.

Yoanni, her hair tied in pigtails, wore a hip-hugging plaid pleated skirt that barely covered her butt cheeks. She tied a white blouse high enough to expose her sexy belly button and the golden skin of her pushed-up breasts, which, at the moment, threatened to spill out. Her strappy black platform shoes added a devilish aura to the outfit. The perfect combination of innocence and sin stood before his bewildered eyes. His system responded to the allure with an instant erection.

“Do you like?” Holding out her arms, she pivoted before he could activate enough brain cells to speak.

He finally managed a question. “What are you wearing under the skirt?”

“Um… A thong?”

Sliding his hand under the skirt, he moved around her ass to inspect the size of said garment. “Why bother? It’s tiny. Take it off.”

Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Daddy?”

“Is it too loud in here? Didn’t you hear me?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I heard you.”

“Tell me, princess. What’s the difference between wearing a slip of a thong, which barely covers your sex, to wearing nothing?”

“Ah… I think it’s the idea.” Her eyes darted from one side of the hallway to the other as if people walking by could hear the conversation.

“Daddy doesn’t want anything interfering with his touch. What do you say to that?”

She lowered her gaze. “Daddy’s wishes rule. I’ll take them off.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“Naughty, wicked, brazen.”

“Aroused?”

Yoanni glanced up. “Very much aroused.”

He pushed her beyond her comfort zone, but they were in Nightshade. The evening was just beginning, and all bets were off. But what she did next spun his brain again. Lifting her skirt, she widened her stance, then slipped two fingers between her legs. When she pulled them out, her juices clung to her skin.

Fuck. Who was testing whom?

Yoanni was the answer to his every prayer. In her sweet submissiveness, she dared him right back. She moved the goalpost, inviting him to go a step further. He’d feared bringing her to the club because this was the ultimate test of submission and obedience. He should’ve known she’d succeed with flying colors. She was more than his perfect mate.

“Get over here,” he growled. “I want a taste.”

When she took a step forward, her heels clicked, and her delectable hips sashayed. He grasped her hand, then slowly savored her fingers.

“Now, the panties. Or I rip them off right here.”

Son of a bitch, her smile was triumphant. Yoanni wiggled her hips as she rolled down the thong. She held on to his hand for balance and carefully stepped out of the silky piece. In a graceful move, she picked it up and dropped it on his open palm. He tucked the thong halfway into his pocket. The other half he left out. A sign to the unattached Dominants in the club. Hands off the beauty and the thong. Both belonged to him.

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