Page 48 of His to Keep
Ifeel Luke’s presence before I see him. It’s always like that with him. At the office, when he gets home to find me in his penthouse. Here at the club. Even in a crowd, I’m nearly always aware of him. It’s as if there’s something deep in him that calls out to something deep in me.
I don’t bother to turn on the barstool and look for him. If he’s out there, he’ll find me. He always does.
Sure enough, long fingers wrap around the back of my neck. The touch is casual, light, but sends my heart into overdrive anyhow. “Do you know that you’re the most beautiful woman in this room?” he rasps into my ear, sending goosebumps dancing up and down my arms.
“You’re just saying that because I gave you a blowjob this morning.”
He chuckles, releasing me and coming around to take the barstool next to me. “It was quite a good blowjob,” he agrees.
I raise an eyebrow. “Quite good? I guess I have to up my game.”
That boyish grin flashes across his face. It’s probably my favorite smile of his and considering what we’re going to be doing tonight, it’s probably the last one I’ll see for some time. “Your game needs zero work,” he assures me. “You get any better, you might kill me.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
He looks down at the nearly empty glass of wine in front of me. “You about ready to head back? Or would you like another drink first?”
My heart starts banging around in my chest. “I guess I’m ready,” I squeak out, images of what we’re about to do flashing through my mind.
“Hey,” Luke whispers, leaning closer to me. “We don’t do anything you don’t want to do. You want more time tonight, we sit and have a drink. You don’t feel ready tonight, we come back another time. You’re calling the shots.”
It’s something he reminds me of all the time—his belief that the sub truly has the power in a relationship like ours because a good dom never pushes her past her limits. It was a hard lesson for me at first, accustomed as I was to Aden’s brand of dictatorial command. But Luke’s insistence that I understand that I can always say no is starting to sink in for me. And that’s why this evening is so important.
“I don’t want to postpone,” I say, mustering up all my courage and confidence to pull my shoulders back and hold my head up high. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs in approval, the pride in his voice sending warmth radiating through me. There’s no high in the world that can compare to the way it feels when he praises me.
I’m reminded of our first night together when he takes my hand. This time, though, he doesn’t lead me to the red wooden door behind the bar that would take us to his private room. This time he takes me straight to the steel door that guards the back rooms. The rooms where club members can get into all kinds of dark and delicious things, usually with an audience.
We’re going to have an audience tonight, and the thought both thrills and terrifies me.
He brings me to one of the larger rooms. Plenty of people will be able to crowd inside. The word has already spread that Luke Davis is going to be using his sub for the first time in public tonight, and I’m not surprised to see people already milling around the hallway outside.
He pays them no mind, his entire attention focused on getting me inside. He closes the door behind me, blocking them out. But it won’t be for long.
I dressed as he asked tonight in a simple black wrap dress, no bra or panties. My boobs are way too big to go without a bra, meaning I’ve been completely aware of them all night long. Probably part of his plan. That and the easy access he now demonstrates by untying the wrap on the dress and letting it fall to the floor. Just like that, I’m naked in front of him, dressed in nothing but my heels.
He closes his eyes briefly, a muscle in his jaw ticking, and I wonder if he’s wishing we hadn’t agreed to do this tonight. I have no doubt that he would rather be locked away in our room upstairs, the way we’ve been every other night that he’s brought me to the club. But we both decided that this was an important step, and he won’t be the one to call it off.
“You’re going to drive them crazy,” he tells me. He doesn’t need to add the second part—that it will drive him crazy, too, watching them watch me. Luke wasn’t joking when he said he wouldn’t share me. He doesn’t even like other men to look at me. Yet tonight he’s going to string me up by my wrists to the ceiling, naked, and let them all watch while he punishes me.
He’s the one who insisted it happen this way. He said if I’m stepping so far outside my comfort zone, he needs to reciprocate. So tonight he’ll let them watch, overcoming his discomfort with showing me off, all because he knows I get off on the exhibitionism. And then we’ll do the very things I told Luke were hard limits that first night we met, proving to him that I trust him, that my limits have changed now that I’m with someone who truly protects me. Showing him my willingness to try new things, as long as he’s by my side.
Still, my heart is pounding wildly as Luke fastens the straps above my head. I’m feeling equal parts excited, turned on, and terrified. But in spite of those raging emotions, what I told Luke before remains true—I trust him, completely and without exception. I trust that he’ll take care of me, that he’ll keep me safe. That he’ll be here with me every step of the way, never ceasing in his attention, never leaving me alone.
And it’s that certainty that allows me to smile when he finally finishes with the restraints and looks up into my face. His breath catches as our gazes lock and I wonder if he can see the totality of my faith in him shining in my eyes. From the soft, almost reverent kiss he places at my forehead, I think he just might.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers, and goosebumps immediately dance across my skin. Nothing will ever compare to the way it feels when he calls me that. “You’re going to make me proud tonight, aren’t you?”
“I’ll try, Master.”
He places a gentle finger under my chin, forcing me to look up. “You won’t just try. You’ll do every single thing I tell you to, won’t you?”
I can hear it in his voice, see the shadow of it in his dark eyes. The dominant is starting to rise up inside him, coming into control. I’ve spent the last month getting to know that part of him very intimately and I shiver in delicious anticipation, eager to give my body and will over to this amazing man.
“Yes, Master.”
He smiles, the sight only slightly softening the harshness taking over his features. “Good girl.” He steps back, looking me over. I can only imagine what I look like right now—completely nude, hands over my head, suspended from the ceiling, legs forced wide apart with a spreader bar. My master must like the sight, because his gaze heats. “Fucking gorgeous. Let’s show you off.”
