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  How a person dressed didn't always mean that was the only way they were willing to play though. Kawan wondered if she would be willing to give him a chance to show her how fun being a baby girl could be. If she even knew what a baby girl was.

  And, his preferences aside, he certainly still appreciated the way the corset pushed up her generous cleavage and cinched in her waist, even if the main thought on his brain was how he'd like to get her into something less restrictive and more comfortable.

  "Enjoy your evening," Master Elliott said, giving Melody a little wink. "We'll find you before we leave."

  "But—" The redhead—Peggy—started to protest, but Master Elliott was already turning her back around, cutting her off in a low voice that Kawan could barely hear.

  "You and I are going to have a talk." The glimpse of his expression was foreboding, convincing Kawan that the other man had her firmly in hand.

  Which left Melody with him. She appeared nervous, excited, and maybe a little terrified all at once, a delightful combination that appealed to his Dom nature. The little flick of her tongue, wetting her lips, only made her more adorable.

  "Would you like to get a drink?" he asked her, turning slightly so that his body would block any view of her friend from her. It was pretty clear to him that Melody was the more submissive personality and he didn't want her friend influencing her answer. "Or we could jump right into a tour of the club."

  "Um." Her eyes darted toward Alexander and Sienna, who were still watching them and not bothering to hide it. Alexander looked amused, while Sienna's interested gaze was bouncing back and forth between him and Melody in turn.

  "We'll go get a seat," Alexander said, with a warm smile to Melody. "Feel free to join us, either now or later." Sienna looked disappointed, but she didn't protest as her fiancé led her away toward an empty table, leaving Kawan and Melody completely alone. She gave Melody a friendly wave before turning away.

  Melody looked up at him.

  "There is no wrong answer," he reassured her and gave her hand an encouraging little squeeze. Her fingers tightened around his.

  "A tour?"

  "Is that a question or is that what you want to do?" He was teasing her a little, but he was also serious about wanting a firmer answer. Considering she was now under his protection for the evening, Kawan wanted explicit consent.

  She straightened a little, looking him directly in the eye, her chin tipping up stubbornly. "I want a tour."

  Good, so she could be direct when she wanted.

  "Good girl." He squeezed her hand again and she blushed.

  When he'd met her in court earlier this week, he'd been pretty sure the attraction he felt for her was mutual, but he would never have guessed he'd actually see her at Black Light. Or that she'd be without a play partner if he did. There was an air of naivete about her. Not innocence exactly, but it was clear she was new to the scene and feeling out of place.

  He doubted she would have come here without her pushy friend, so that was one point in her friend's favor.

  "Even though we can see a lot of what's going on from right here, a closer look is always more revealing," he said, as he moved them toward the closest scening area, where a woman was already bent over a spanking bench. He kept a tight hold of Melody's hand. "You said you've read some books about BDSM?"

  At this point, he wasn't sure if the pink in her cheeks was ever going to subside completely. Not that he minded.

  "Um, yeah. A few. They didn't quite prepare me for this, though," she said, her eyes widening as they approached the scene area. The woman being spanked was squealing each time the leather paddle, expertly wielded by her Domme, crashed against her bottom. The Domme's smile was sadistically gleeful as she counted off each stroke, scolding her sub for being naughty.

  Melody's eyes widened, immediately zeroing in on the sub's red bottom, which was turning brighter with every thwack of the paddle. The implement was wide and long enough to cover the woman's entire bottom each time it impacted, making both cheeks quiver and dance. After each squeal, her hips were already lifting again, offering up the hot red target for another stroke. The glistening, swollen folds of her bare pussy made it clear how much she was enjoying her punishment.

  Letting go of Melody's hand, Kawan slid his arm around her waist, pulling her in front of him so he could hold her there. His hands splayed over her stomach, although the stiff boning of the corset made it more difficult to feel her reactions. But he liked the position anyway, especially as her rounded bottom pressed against his groin.

  He'd already been a little aroused, but with her nestled against him and the flowery scent of her perfume now filling his senses, he was quickly growing even more so.

  So was she, going by the way she was squirming a little against him. She kept shifting her weight back and forth, like she couldn't stand comfortably, and her breathing was becoming more rapid as she watched the scene. Kawan wondered if she was picturing the same thing he was—her in the submissive's place, draped over the spanking bench with an increasingly hotter bottom.

  "If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say so," he murmured in her ear. "No need for safe words tonight; I'll stop whenever you want me to."

  Please don't stop.

  She bit back the words. Saying them out loud would be weird, right? Instead, she just nodded.

  "I need verbal confirmation, please, Melody." His deep voice was so soft, but firm, and it sent a little shiver down the back of her spine.

  "Yes, um, Sir?" She added the honorific, because she was pretty sure she was supposed to. That's what the submissives in books did. Dominants were all called Sir or Master, but Master didn't feel quite right. Although she could call him Master Kawan but that felt formal, and the way he had her leaning against him while they watched the spanking scene felt far from formal.

  He chuckled. "Sir is fine, for now."

  The Domme stopped spanking her submissive, leaving the woman on the bench panting and wriggling. Putting her hand on the bound woman’s back, the Domme leaned over to say something to her sub. Melody couldn't tear her eyes away from them. The woman's butt looked painfully red, but she was obviously highly aroused. Just as aroused as Melody was.

  Even though she couldn't look away from the two women, she was simultaneously totally distracted by everything about Kawan. She both resented and was thankful for the corset between his hands and her skin. Part of her wished she was wearing something that would allow her to actually feel his hands, the rest of her was glad that he couldn't, because then she'd be freaking out about him having his hands on her stomach and wondering what he thought about one of her least favorite parts of her body.

  His hot breath on the back of her neck was making all the little hairs on her body stand straight up. The rigid bulge nestled between her butt cheeks had her pressing her thighs more firmly together, trying to get some secret stimulation to her clit, because she was so turned on by feeling the evidence of his arousal.

  Holy shit, he's actually into me...

  At least physically. Evidence like that didn't lie.

  “Is this the kind of scene you enjoy reading about?” he asked as the Domme moved back into position, rubbing her submissive’s already bright red cheeks before lifting the paddle again.

  Melody winced as the leather slapped against hot flesh with a loud thwack. “Yes, but…”

  “But?” he asked, sounding somewhat amused, pulling her more tightly against him and rocking his hips against her butt. It broke the tension she was feeling, and she giggled, twisting her head around to look up at him. He smiled back at her. The warm feeling that rushed through her in response had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the look he was giving her. The gleam in his eyes was both indulgent yet somehow authoritative at the same time.

  Thwack!

  She winced again at the sound.

  “But not that hard,” she whispered.

  “Not if you’re a good girl,” he agreed. Melody gulped, pressing
her thighs together again as the ache between them intensified by a thousand. The hanging threat, that if she was a bad girl she’d get a hard spanking like the one they were watching, was somehow the hottest thing a man had ever said to her.

  Maybe that made her a bad feminist, but it’s not like she could control what turned her on.

  And apparently her hot Asian lawyer hinting that he’d give her a hard spanking if she was a bad girl just flat out did it for her.

  The way Melody was squirming against him gave Kawan all sorts of ideas.

  She was enthralled by the spanking. Turned on by his veiled threat. And her lips were slightly parted as though she was begging him for a kiss. So he decided to accept the invitation.

  “Remember, your safe word is ‘stop’.” That was all the warning he gave her before dipping his head, slowly enough for her to read his intention and give her the chance to say something, and taking her lips in a kiss. Her body lifted, leaned, her head falling back to give him better access to her mouth. Her back arched, pressing the rounded curves of her bottom against his cock and thrusting her breasts out.

  Kawan kept one hand on her stomach, dragging the other hand up her body, over the swell of her breasts, to curve his fingers around her throat. She whimpered at the touch, shuddering, and he could practically feel her melt against him with the intense sexual heat flaring to life inside of her. His cock throbbed as he deepened the kiss, tasting her, seducing her, feeling her instinctive submission to his touch.

  When he lifted his head again, her pupils were so dilated that she appeared almost dazed, her lips still parted as she panted for breath. Still holding her throat, Kawan stroked her soft skin with one finger. If she wasn’t so new to all of this, if this wasn’t her first night at Black Light, he’d be dragging her off to scene right now.

  Unfortunately, he didn’t feel comfortable doing that. Yet.

  He still needed to know more about her.

  “So you like spanking books,” he said, keeping his voice low. Intimate. “What else happens in your books?”

  Her little pink tongue flicked at her lips as she blinked, gathering herself enough to focus on answering him.

  “Um, bondage,” she said, her voice soft, hesitant. She gestured around at the club. “Pretty much all of this.”

  “Any specifics? Medical play?” He kept stroking her throat with that one finger, holding her gently but firmly with the rest of his hand. The slow movement was soothing, hypnotic. She was still blushing, but she wasn’t tense. Her eyelashes fluttered, closing.

  “Um, I’ve read some,” she admitted. Her head tilted back, resting against his shoulder.

  “Pet play?” Not his usual kink but he sometimes enjoyed playing with a kitty-girl.

  “Yes.” She giggled, adding shyly, “I don’t think it’s my kink though.”

  “Daddy Dom?” he asked, careful to ask with the same inflection he had used for his previous questions. Especially with a submissive, he didn’t want to accidentally influence her answer. There were plenty of age play books out there though, and he wanted to know if she’d come across any of them.

  To his delight, her blush darkened, and another little shiver went down her spine.

  “Yes.” She dragged her teeth across her lower lip, shifting her weight again. “Um, I’ve read a few.”

  That was said in a completely different tone than she’d used for her first answer.

  “Only a few?” He slid his finger up under her chin, holding her in place against his shoulder. He deepened his voice, letting his Daddy Dom out to sternly demand the truth. “Answer truthfully, Melody, unless you want to find out what happens to naughty little girls.”

  Her breath caught in her throat as a shudder wracked her body, her fingers clutching at the arm across her stomach. Fear, lust, eagerness, all flickered across her face.

  Maybe she did want to find out what happens to naughty girls.

  Chapter 5

  As much as she’d liked it when he’d called her a good girl, naughty little girl somehow sounded even better.

  Because those were Melody’s favorite books. The Daddy Dom books. It felt so wrong to love them so much. She was smart. Independent. Had been taking care of herself for a long time. She had loving parents who hadn't ever neglected her. Her own father was a good dad.

  She didn't know why she loved the idea of a Daddy Dom so much.

  But she did. Just as much as she was loving the way Kawan was holding her right now, with a gentle but firm grip… the authority in his voice… the way he supported her while he was arousing her…

  She needed that support. Getting weak in the knees was the least of her body's reactions. Her nipples were so hard they felt itchy. The pulsing emptiness in her pussy made her want to beg to be filled. She felt so swollen and wet that all she had to do was press her thighs together and it stimulated her.

  The impulse to turn around and rub herself all over him was nearly overwhelming. If he hadn't had such a firm grip on her, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't have.

  For the first time in her life, it felt like her brain had entirely turned off. She wasn't consumed with the thoughts or doubts that usually distracted her. This was an in-body experience like she'd never had before.

  The heat coursing through her, the emptiness that ached to be filled... the erotic neediness obliterated everything else.

  She'd never understood until now, just how sexy a hand on her throat could be. The simple brush of his fingertip over her sensitive skin, the strength she could feel in his fingers, it made her feel so vulnerable yet somehow completely protected.

  "Um, what was the question again?" she asked. She really couldn't remember.

  "How often do you read Daddy Dom books, little girl?" His teeth nipped at her earlobe and Melody whimpered. She was pretty sure she would have melted into a little puddle of sexual need if he wasn't holding her up. As it was, her panties were soaked beneath her skirt and she could actually feel the slick cream now coating the tops of her thighs as she rubbed her legs together.

  To be a good girl or to be a naughty little girl?

  That was the question.

  For the first time, she remembered that they'd been watching a scene, and her eyes flicked to the Domme and her red-bottomed sub. She hadn't even noticed that they'd finished the spanking and the Domme was now using a wicked looking vibrator on the writhing, panting submissive. Melody's insides clenched all over again as the sub cried out with passion, climaxing despite—or maybe because of—the harsh spanking.

  "Um... not often?" she lied. It wasn't even a very good lie, but it's not like she was trying particularly hard to be convincing.

  She wanted to see what would happen.

  The vibration of his chuckle rumbled against her back. "Alright, naughty girl, if you want to play we can play."

  That sounded good, but Melody almost wanted to cry when he stepped away from her. His hand slid around her neck, now cupping the back of it, using it to direct her as he began to move to the semi-private alcove lining one of the club's walls. To be honest, Melody was so turned on that she didn't care where he wanted to do whatever he was going to do, but in the back of her head she knew she'd be grateful later.

  He let go of her when they reached the alcove, sitting on the couch provided and then patting his knee. Melody knew what he wanted—even without her preferred reading materials she was pretty sure she would have known—but she just stood there, her stomach churning with nerves. She thought he would be angry when he saw her hesitation, but he just smiled.

  "It's still up to you, Melody." He held out his hand. An offering, not a demand. "We can sit here and talk or you can go over my knee and get a taste of what happens to naughty little girls." Somehow he made even that sound seductive.

  She couldn't help looking around, but no one was paying attention to them. Which was a good thing. She didn't see Peggy anywhere either. That was even better. She felt self-conscious enough without someone she actually kne
w in sight.

  When she turned back to Kawan, he smiled. "Come to Daddy Kawan, little girl."

  It was a wonder her panties didn't disintegrate from the sheer heat of her arousal.

  Heart hammering in her chest, Melody reached out and took his hand. Stepped closer. As much as she wished he would just yank her over his lap, because that would be so much easier in so many ways, she took heart from the approval in his expression as she bent down to awkwardly position herself over his thighs.

  "Good girl," he murmured, and Melody shuddered, sighing as his hand caressed her upturned ass. She bit her lip as she felt her skirt being lifted, pulled up over her butt cheeks and exposing the thong she was wearing to the world. Her fingertips pressed against the floor, helping to balance her, and she stared down at the carpet fibers beneath her, feeling the shifting leg muscles of the man about to spank her.

  Oh goodness... she was actually doing this.

  With Melody's lush curves draped over his lap, her creamy bottom bisected by a pretty pink thong topped off with a little white bow, Kawan reflected that tonight was going so much better than he'd ever imagined it might. Even better than he'd hoped when he'd first seen her here in Black Light. Not only was she submissive, but she was definitely intrigued by Daddy Doms. He'd seen it in her expressions when he'd asked about the books, felt it in her reactions.

  He was willing to bet that little Miss Melody had read quite a few Daddy Dom books.

  Now it was time to find out how she felt about the reality.

  Kawan cupped the curve of one buttock, rubbing it gently, and making Melody squirm. He decided against pulling down her panties since the thong she was wearing gave him all the access he currently needed.

  "Have you ever been spanked before, Melody?" he asked. If she'd been reading, she might have been experimenting. He didn't want to give her more than she could handle, but he didn't want to disappoint her either.