Opposition Read online Jane Henry (NYC Doms #6)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: NYC Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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“Hi,” she says awkwardly, a pretty pink coloring her cheeks once more. Lifting her hand, she wiggles her little fingers at me. I take her hand in mine and bow, greeting her in silence.

“Mimes don’t… um… talk, right?”

I shake my head no, then lead her inside the dungeon. But as soon as we set foot in the room, she tenses, and I can feel her resisting. I turn to give her a quizzical look.

“I—I’ve never been in the dungeon before,” she tells me. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

I nod, then point to a vacant loveseat.

“Okay,” she says hesitantly. I sit down on one end, and wordlessly tug her onto my lap. Her whole body tenses, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she sits primly with her hands on her lap. I enjoy watching the flush of her cheeks deepen. When her beautiful eyes go wide, I point to the sign above us, a large red delicious apple with the bold word APPLE below it. Beneath the word, the caption reads Club Safeword.

I’m told for safety reasons the Club administration took it upon themselves to issue a universal club safeword. Originally it was Big Apple, in honor of the city’s nickname. But they shortened it to apple, and now every room in the Club has a sign reminding members. I’ve never heard it used, but it’s a convenient safety net for tonight. If I’m a mime, I can’t negotiate a safeword.

“That’s the club safeword,” she says. “You want me to… use it if I need it?” She breathes a little more heavily. We both know why she’d need to safeword.

I nod. Looking from me to the sign, then back to me again, she finally swallows, then nods.

“Okay,” she says. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not a—I don’t know. Bottom? Submissive? I just… I mean I’ve read about them, but…”

I place my finger to her lips.

No more chatter, little girl.

When my skin touches hers, she shivers.

Perfect.

The girl deserves to be punished for her behavior today. Even if I did test her limits, she should know better than to chat with her boyfriend instead of serving coffee to loyal customers.

I left her a tip, but only so she’d see that I could.

Dragging my thumb along the apple of her cheek, I let my silent touch speak for me. I want to explore her whole body, until she’s trembling with need. When I gently drag my touch along the thin skin at her collarbone, I can feel her pulse racing, the heat of it making my dick hard. If she feels my erection under her ass, she doesn’t let on, but lets me touch her. After a few minutes of the gentle caresses—fingers at the edge of her hair, fingertips to the temples, the lightest of touches along her shoulder to her elbow—she begins to relax.

I open my mouth to tell her she’s a good girl when I remember that I’m silent tonight. Instead I nod, which seems to please her.

Without a word, I point to several items around us. A spanking bench. Horse. St. Andrew’s Cross. I leave out the stocks and exam table, the harnesses and electric play equipment, not because I’m not into that sort of thing… but if this is her first time, I want to be easy on her.

Every time I point to something, she turns her head to look at me, and shakes it a little.

“No,” she says, at the sight of someone strapped to the cross. “No way.”

I take the top of her hand and point back to the sign above my head.

“Right,” she says. “But I don’t need to safeword yet, right?”

I nod.

“Only if I need,” she continues. “Still… no. I don’t want… that.”

What does she want? She’s said no to everything. I wonder why she came in here at all.

I’m beginning to think she wants nothing and is just here to observe, when we see Zack and Beatrice come in. She’s wearing his collar and chain, and he’s got a firm grip on it. On hands and knees, she follows him, but he’s slow and careful while they walk. As if they’re the only couple in the room, he leans down and whispers in her ear.

Cora stills.

Sitting down on a loveseat, he pats his knee, and Beatrice bends over his leg eagerly. She wants a spanking. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he swats her ass hard with his palm. Once. Twice. Three times. Beatrice moans when Zack leans down and whispers something in her ear before he gives her a few more sharp spanks. She molds to his lap as if she’s meant to be there, and it’s clear they’ve done this a time or two. It’s a tame spanking, and over-the-lap isn’t really my thing. But still… my cock strains beneath Cora’s ass when Beatrice moans, clearly aroused by the spanking, and she turns to look at me. To my surprise, she nods, her cheeks flushed.


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