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My body flames, warm wet heat pooling between my thighs.
“You took away our mate’s choice, so she’s going to take away yours.” Damian’s hold on Otto’s neck tightens until he’s almost lifting him off the floor. “You do whatever the fuck she wants. That’s your punishment. You understand?”
Otto tries to nod, his eyes finding mine. Damian releases him, and he gasps for air. “Yes, s-sir.”
“Not me.” Damian walks behind me, hands landing heavy on my shoulders.“Her.”Damian gives my shoulders a quick squeeze before letting his hands fall away.
Otto drops to his knees and looks up at me with adoration. “Yes, ma’am. I’m all yours.”
I never thought someone calling mema’amwould be hot, but my nipples tighten and muscles clench in excitement. It feels like we’re making a scene with Otto on his knees just a few feet from the bar, but no one pays us much attention.
Something hungry opens in my gut at seeing Otto like this. I don’t feel angry with him anymore, but I think we need this. Not just Damian and me. Otto needs this. It’s not really about punishment, but power. He’s giving me back some of the power he stole, letting me know that he’s not going to bulldoze me in this relationship even if that’s how it started.
I glance at that yellow bracelet, then lean down so we’re face to face. “Do you really like being degraded?” I check in one more time.
He chuckles, gives me a quick peck on the nose, and places both hands on his knees, making no move to get up. “Do your worst, beauty.”
I grab his hair, leaning into the role I’m playing for the night. “Show us to a room.” Yanking his head to the side, I lick his cheek. “But don’t get off the floor. Crawl there.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He puts a cheeky little sway in his movements as he works his way through the tables scattered around the room toward a hall at the back. A few people look up, but none of them show more of a reaction than a few quick smirks.
“I knew you’d make an excellent Madame.” Damian takes my hand as we follow Otto, and I whisper a silent prayer to anyone who’s listening that I won’t forget him again while we’re here.
Chapter 27
Otto
Somepeoplemightfindcrawling like this humiliating, but I’m so fucking hard right now. Kat and Damian walk right behind me, and I can feel them checking out the sway of my ass as I move across the floor and down the long hall.
All the dragons in my horde have worked at The Black Wing at one time or another, so I’m very familiar with the rooms. But I’ve never gotten to play here with Damian. I’ve dreamed about it plenty, though. And now I get to add my mate—our mate—to a fantasy that’s becoming real. Shit, I’m so excited I feel like I could come just from the friction of my jeans rubbing against my hard cock as I crawl.
I stop in front of the first available bondage room I come to, then sit back on my heels and wait for my mates to catch up.
Damian opens the door and waits for Kat to enter first. She steps through, then turns to look at me. “Go wash your hands, then come back.”
I stand up and brush past her intentionally close, letting the back of my knuckles trail across the tops of her thighs as I walk by. There’s hidden bathrooms in all the rooms, so I walk over to a concealed door and push it open, stepping inside to clean up like she commanded. I’m gonna be such a good boy for her tonight. I take a moment to look in the mirror, smoothing down my hair and adjusting my cock so it’s not pushing so painfully against my jeans.
When I step out of the bathroom, Damian is showing Kat the collection of toys along the wall. They’ve got the blinds open on the window, but it’s too dark out there for me to see if anyone is watching. I wish the entire horde were here to see this. I want them all to know I’ll never take her power away again, that she owns me, body and soul.
Damian and Kat turn around, and we all just look at each other for a long minute. Then, Kat picks up one of the more lightweight paddles. She hands it to Damian. He and I share a look, and my ass clenches in anticipation. The last time we were together, Damian played with spanking me a few times, but it never went this far.
There’s an armchair in the middle of the room, and Kat claims it, but immediately stands again. She flips it so it’s facing away from the window before sitting back down. She points to the floor in front of the chair without a word.
I kneel, a supplicant, before my queen.
“Stand up and take off your clothes,” she commands in an even voice.
I quickly comply, mindful of Damian’s heated gaze as he circles to stand next to Kat. When I’m down to nothing but my boxers, I stop, pausing to see how far she wants this to go.
“All of it.” Kat points at my last item of clothing.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband and drop my boxers to the floor, kicking them away.
Kat points to the floor in front of her. “Now you can kneel.”
She leans forward and takes my hands from my lap, placing them on her thighs. “Ass in the air. Tongue in my pussy.”
“Fuuuuck,” I groan.
