Page 73 of A Broody Mate for the Human
“What gave you the idea?” I want to know.
“The fact you’re teasing me,” Raffy points out.
“Oh, I am teasing you?” I look at him daringly. “I’m just playing my part. Or may I remind you that you’re my Dom tonight?”
“You think I’m not convincing?” Raffy deadpans.
“Some of these guys here are checking me out,” I tell him. It’s true. The harness definitely works in my favor tonight. “A true Dom would make sure to mark his territory.”
Raffy puts his drink aside and suddenly grabs me roughly by my hips, pressing me against the wall. He fists his whip tighter in his hand and pins my hands against the wall with it. His lips are roaming over my neck, not touching it, but to anyone else, it looks like he is. “I’m not doing a convincing job, huh? I will teach you to behave and respect me,” he whispers huskily. The heat in his gaze making my body feel tingly. His knee is so close to my crotch that I need to be careful not to rub myself against it.
Oh fuck, I shouldn’t feel turned on.
Someone clears their throat next to us, and Raffy turns his head to glare at said person.
“Excuse me for interrupting your scene,” a luscious, voluptuous woman tells us. She is dressed in a glittery black jump-suite and wears high heels to kill with.
Raffy lets go of my hands, and I almost feel sad at the loss of contact. “Clarissa,” I greet the young drag queen. “It’s nice to see you!”
“Dave, you made it.” She smiles approvingly before she shifts her attention to Raffy. “So, this is him?”
“Yes… this is my…” I pause, feeling flustered. “Raffy.”
She nods her understanding, giving us both a teasing smile. “I truly interrupted something here,” she snickers. “If you want to tie him up later and whip him, Mr. Raffy, you can do so in one of the adjacent rooms. We have the fitting equipment there.”
“Good to know,” Raffy says earnestly, grabbing me by my waist.
I’m not sure anymore if he is truly playing his part right now or if he is just letting loose and bringing forward his true persona… the super-hot Dom. Yeah baby, I would absolutely kneel for him, and I don’t kneel for anyone normally.
I decide to play along no matter which reality it is. “I’m awaiting your decision, sir,” I say, flashing him a sassy grin.
I could swear something in his eyes darkens again.
“I said later!” Clarissa grumbles. “Besides, Lady Portia is ready to see you.”
“Oh!” My eyes widen. “Why didn’t you say so from the beginning?”
She rolls her eyes. “You were too busy flirting with your top.”
I turn to look at Raffy. “Lady Portia is the person we came to see tonight,” I explain to him, hoping he will understand. He does because he nods.
“We’re ready to see her,” he tells Clarissa.
Clarissa looks relieved and leads us through the club. I can notice gazes on us, trying not to feel flustered by the way they look at me. Raffy marked his territory indeed.
Lady Portia is different, though. She is not like the crowd here, not easily tricked. I hope she doesn’t look through our cover. I decide not to tell Raffy that we need to play our part to convince her to help us. She is known for only helping couples… it’s a pet peeve of hers. I don’t want to stress Raffy and make him act too unnatural around me. I hope the way we behave around each other is enough to convince her.
Clarissa leads us towards the staff area of the club and further to a small office. “She is in here,” Clarissa whispers. “Make the best of it, Dave.”
“Thanks,” I whisper back. “I really appreciate your help, Clarissa.”
She nods. “Anything for you.”
Raffy has listened to our conversation, eyeing me curiously now. I know he wonders how the heck I know a drag queen and why I’m friends with her. Before we enter the office, I look at him. “Lady Portia is half-human, half-witch,” I mutter.
With that I knock, waiting for her to call us in, and enter together with Raffy. The room looks like a normal office, just that it’s dimmed. Aside from an office desk, there is also a small sofa corner where Lady Portia is currently sitting. She is a tall woman with long black hair, dressed in a black dress now. Across the couch are screens on the wall, where she watches what’s happening in the club.
Oh god, please. Hopefully she hasn’t outed us.
