Page 9 of Defended
The woman was definitely his former client, Melody Williams, although he'd barely been able to believe it when he first spotted her being led through Black Light. With her curves now fully on display in the tight-fitting corset and skirt combination she was wearing, she definitely didn't look like the buttoned-up twenty-something she'd appeared to be in the courtroom.
Not that he could see them at the moment.
The woman and man she'd walked in with turned to stare down at her, and the redhead burst out laughing when she saw Ms. Williams' position."Mel, whatareyou doing? You look like an idiot."
Kawan shot her a dirty look as the little ball that was Melody Williams shook, because that was not going to help the situation. Thankfully, the Dom she was with immediately took her in hand, literally wrapping his hand around the back of the redhead's neck and whispering in her ear. From the stern look on his face and the way her mirth immediately faded, he was handling her.
Which left Kawan to handle Ms. Williams.
He shot an apologetic glance at Alexander and Sienna. They were both still watching curiously, but didn't move to intervene.
Crouching down, Kawan settled with his elbows on his knees, close enough to the mortified young woman that he could speak without anyone else being able to hear him.She flinched slightly when he cleared his throat.
"Ms. Williams?" He kept his tone gentle. "May I give you a hand up?"
He was pretty sure he heard her moan. "Could you just pretend you haven't seen me at all?" she asked in a small voice.
Despite himself, Kawan chuckled, hoping she realized that he wasn't laughingather. At least, not in a mean way. He actually found her reaction completely adorable. She turned her head slightly, peeking at him through her arms.Even with her face partially obscured, he could see that her cheeks were bright red.
“Now why would I want to do that?” he asked, instinctively using his Daddy Dom tone, as if he were addressing a baby girl who was playing with him. It wasn’t until after the words were out of his mouth that he realized what he’d done.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem to take issue with his manner.
“Because you want to be nice to me?”
He wondered if she realized that she was very much using a ‘little girl’ voice to answer. All week he’d been looking forward to coming to Black Light and hopefully finding a submissive to play with. Now, right in front of him, was the woman he’d been pushing out of his mind ever since he’d met her… except it seemed he didn’t need to anymore. She was here and, he assumed by the way she was behaving, submissive.
Possibly even a baby girl?
Slow down. Stop getting ahead of yourself.
“I think I have a different idea of what being nice to you would entail,” he said, holding out his hand where she’d be able to see it as she peered at him. “Be brave, Melody, and stand up with me.”
She stared at him for a long enough moment that he wondered if perhaps he’d read her wrong or maybe she just wasn’t attracted to him the way he was to her, but then she reached out and put her hand in his. Her fingers trembled, but her gaze never wavered.
“Good girl,” he said. This time, he was sure her blush wasn’t from embarrassment at all.
