Page 29 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Yeah, I’ve already learned that the hard way. But I wore some new shoes the other day and my feet were rubbed raw. I didn’t think it was a good look to wear my slippers or flip flops.” She grinned up at him.

Shit. She was short.

The top of her head barely reached the top of his shoulder. Salem swallowed heavily. He didn’t know whether it was because she seemed so sweet and helpless. Or if it was because he hadn’t been here in a long time, but he couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness.

It’s just what you’d feel toward any sub who was on their own and looking a bit lost.

“Other clubs I’ve been to, it’s been fine to go barefoot, and they didn’t say anything when I came in. But, yeah, these floors are freezing, huh?”

And likely not that clean. At least not in this part of the club. Downstairs where the serious play went on, the place was kept spotless.

Up here was more for mingling. Not that some public play didn’t go on. Over in the corner of the room, he’d spotted a Domme pressed up against a wall with her legs spread. A male sub was on his knees with his head between her legs, eating her out.

There was another sub kneeling in a cage hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. She’d likely been put there as punishment by her Dom as she was completely naked except for a pair of cat ears and the cat tail anal plug. There was a thin, tall man standing to the side as people reached into the cage to pet the kitty. Which often involved stroking her skin and playing with her nipples.

“Do you think she’s all right?” the woman whispered. “That she wants this? She’s not embarrassed?”

He glanced down at her and then realized that he still had a hold of her arm. He let go of her quickly, but he didn’t make an excuse and leave.

Instead, he glanced back at the kitty assessingly. Was she being coerced? If it was a punishment, she would understandably look upset. But was her Dom pressuring her into this? Ignoring her cues that this was too much?

If she was saying her safeword, a monitor or someone around them would notice. There were two monitors that he could see. They always wore red shirts as an extra reminder that Red was the club safeword.

She didn’t look unduly upset. Perhaps a bit embarrassed. But that was to be expected.

She snuck a glance at her Dom, and he walked over immediately, saying something that sent everyone stepping back. The man reached in and ran his hand over the sub’s hairwhich was tied back in a French braid. Then he put his hand against her cheek, and she nuzzled into him.

“Never mind,” the woman standing in front of him said in a high-pitched voice. “I can see that she’s enjoying herself. Excuse me. I’m sorry I banged into you. Again, total klutz.”

“Wait,” he barked out.

She froze. Shit. He probably shouldn’t have done that. He was supposed to be on his way out.

Not engaging with a skittish, obviously new even though she’d claimed to have gone to clubs before, sub.

Even if she was gorgeous.

“Yes?” she asked as she turned, her gaze on his.

He sighed.

She was going to get herself into so much trouble here on our own. Yes, this club was one of the safest he’d ever been a member of. But that didn’t mean that something couldn’t happen. Someone might try to convince her to go home with them tonight . . . and she might go with them. She might have lied on the information questionnaire she’d filled in and find herself in a scene she wasn’t fully prepared for.

And who knew if she would actually safeword.

Urgh, nope. He couldn’t do it.

“I thought you said you’d been to clubs before. Where you went barefoot.”

He still didn’t like that.

Bare feet in a scene, fine.

Bare feet in a crowded bar, not fine.

Someone bumped against her, and she fell into him once more.

This wasn’t working. They needed to talk somewhere quieter.

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