Page 8 of Sunrise

There’s a young woman sitting on the edge of the bed when I enter the room. She looks as nervous as a mouse in a lion’s den. My plan to go full-on Mistress mode is tapered back immediately and I take a different approach.

“Hi.” I saunter over casually. “I’m Sophie.”

“Hello,” she says, her cheeks reddening immediately. “I’m—”

The man snaps his fingers, and she shuts up. He’s wearing a mask over his face, which I recognize from the Monarch Club’s inventory. We offer them as an incognito option for those who are shy during their first few visits here. But the way he’s snapping his fingers shows confidence. Maybe he’s not new to this, and she is?

I can work with that.

“What are you two looking for this evening?” I grab her hands and lift her to her feet, then playfully slide my fingers up her right arm, across her chest, and down her left arm. “You don’t have to be afraid to sayit.”

“I…” Her gaze flicks to her partner. “I’d like to um… I don’t even know. I just want…”

“It’s okay,” I say, coaching her through it. “Nothing happens without your consent. And we stop at any time.”

“Yes. I know. We had orientation already.”

“What would you like me to call you?”

Her eyes widen. “I… don’t know.”

“You look like a Princess. May I call you that?”

She smiles coyly. “Yes.”

This woman is not ready for a full dominatrix experience, so I soften up all the way.

“Good girl. Now we need to get you all loosened up.” I lock gazes with her. “Let’s do some breathing exercises, okay?” I blow out with her. “Inhale, one, two, three, four, five, hold it.” I keep our eye contact. “Let it all out.” She exhales harshly in my face. “Good girl. Again, two, three, four, five… hold it.” She does. “Sneak a little more air in, Princess.” She sucks in a tiny, sharp inhale. “Excellent. Now let it all out.” She’s an excellent listener. “Feel better?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Good.” Her silky hair glides around my fingers when I play with it. “Now, what do you enjoy?” I lean in a little, flirting. “There’s no wrong answer, Princess.”

She bites her bottom lip, seemingly too shy to say.

“Do you want to be spoiled?” I pull her over to the bed again and make her sit on my lap. We both face her partner. “Do you like being watched?”

“Yes.”

My gaze flicks to the security camera in thecorner of the room. For a standard rendezvous, my gut is fluttery, and I think it’s because of the Shibari show. I’m worried about Vault and Knox. Being here feels wrong.

“I want you to touch me. No fucking, but maybe…” Princess takes my hand and places it on her breast. Her palm is clammy on my skin.

“No penetration,” I confirm, then glide my hands over her breast, circling her hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress. “You’re beautiful,” I purr against her ear.

Taking my time, caressing her slowly, I let her relax against me. Her partner leans back in his chair with his hands on his thighs and doesn’t make a peep.

“He looks at you like you’re a goddess.” I gather her red hair and pull it a little. “Do you know why that is?”

“W-why?”

“Because youarea fucking goddess.” Pulling the spaghetti straps of her dress down until her breasts are exposed, I kiss her neck. “You taste so fucking good, too.”

She moans, pressing back against me, her thighs parting a little. “Do… other parts of me taste good, too?”

My hands glide down her sides, meeting at her apex, and spread down her inner thighs. “Only one way to find out.” I turn her over, laying her flat on the bed and pull her dress off completely. Then I kiss my way across her belly and bite her nipple through the bra, making her breath catch.

For some reason, the instinct to look over my shoulder has me checking on her partner. His pants are tented from his erection, but that’s not what I focuson. He’s tapping his thumb against his thigh.Thump-tha-thump. Thump-tha-thump.

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