Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
If I found a Dom strong enough to make me submit.
Smiling, Caleb ran his fingers down my cheek. “Good, I need a reason to punish you.”
His direct approach threw me for a loop, and next to me Jennifer gave a low whistle as he went to the front of the room, then whispered, “Girl, that was hot.”
“Yeah, it was,” I blew out a harsh breath. “Wow.”
Jennifer giggled but kept it quiet as the lights were dimming and people behind us began to applaud. We turned in our seats and craned our necks to see Dr. Ramsfield and Dr. Joi strutting their way down the center of the classroom like they were on a runway. In their late thirties, the husband-and-wife duo looked a bit like each other. Both had pale skin, jet-black hair, and silvery blue eyes that stood out in a rather astonishing way. They both wore black business suits, though Dr. Joi wore a leather harness beneath hers barely visible from the front.
Both Dominants, Dr. Joi and her husband Dr. Ramsfield had spent the last ten years touring the world and exploring the culture of kink. They’d pretty much seen and done it all and had written close to a dozen books on the subject. In addition to their academic work, they had a popular podcast and an upcoming reality show featuring them on a streaming network.
I’d been a big fan of theirs for years and seeing them in person turned me into a total fangirl. I applauded as hard as everyone else, wishing I could somehow let them know how much I enjoyed having them as part of my life. Even though we’d never met, I felt like I knew them. After all, I’d listened to them three days a week for the last four years.
On the stage, Dr. Ramsfield briefly held his wife’s hand, their gazes meeting for a moment before they both smiled at each other, then stepped apart.
My heart gave a little pang, wanting to have that kind of rapport with someone someday.
To share one brief look and smile filled with enough love to last a lifetime.
My romantic notions were shoved to the side as Dr. Joi snapped her fingers and a naked man with lovely, tanned skin, and a healthy dark erection, moved onto the stage next to the couple. He wore a pair of nipple clamps with silver bells, a thick silver chain around his waist, and that was it.
And his face was beautiful. A graceful mix of soft masculine, almost feminine, but not quite. The lines of his body were entirely masculine, with well-defined muscles and very little body hair. As my gaze traveled back up his body, I made a little involuntary noise of appreciation deep in my throat.
“Right?” Jennifer whispered next to me. “Yum.”
We snickered softly, but there were enough people in the audience that no one paid us any attention. They were all focused on the doctors explaining erogenous zones. I gave myself a little mental smack and forced my mind to pay attention. Caleb said I might be part of a demonstration, and I didn’t want to be clueless as to what I might be getting myself into.
As the couple began to demonstrate different techniques, I started to get turned on all over again. Not because of what was happening on the stage, but because I kept imagining doing all those lovely things to Caleb. I would blow his mind with pleasure. Be the best he ever had so he would never forget me when this week was over.
Damn, where had that melancholy thought come from?
Brushing it off, I focused anew as the woman Caleb had been speaking with earlier was brought on stage, now nude except for nipple clamps and a chain around her waist like the man. While Dr. Joi softly caressed and praised the woman, Dr. Ramsfield began to casually slap the submissive male’s erect cock. Something the man evidently liked, if the copious amounts of precum wetting the tip of his erection was any indication.
I squirmed a little in my seat, then grew still as I realized that while I’d been distracted, Caleb had appeared on the stage. Dressed in his jeans and hoodie, he stood out from the two submissives being demonstrated on, and the Doms continuing their lecture. Unlike most people in the room, he wasn’t watching the stage.
He was staring at me like I was the most interesting woman in the room.
My skin grew sensitive and my nipples drew into hard, uncomfortable points. It was almost painful, and I knew the only relief I’d get was if Caleb were to take them into his mouth. Lick the tip of my breasts, take away the odd sting of unfulfilled arousal. Or he could lay atop me, our bodies rubbing together as we kissed. I wanted to kiss him, so badly. Caleb broke our stare and I gave myself a little shake as he moved back into the shadows a bit to speak with one of the assistants standing at the back of the stage.