“Is something wrong?” Lee asked, his voice rising in anticipation.
She frowned. He knew exactly what was wrong, the bastard. He’d spent a week helping her to learn how to let go so she could experience pleasure at its fullest and now he was testing her. What side of Avery would win, he was likely wondering. The one who was afraid to show her body off to a bunch of people who really didn’t matter or the sexy thing who wanted her pleasure and to please her Master? If she kept the corset on, she might be able to save her pride, but she would just be enduring the experience until she could get back up. Or she could do what she’d come here to do. She could explore and figure out where she wanted to be.
She managed to sit back up, well aware everyone was waiting on her. “Sir, can I please take the corset off? I won’t be able to concentrate on the sensation if I’m worried about my balance.”
He stared down at her, one eyebrow arching. “It’s going to make your boobs hang, you understand that?”
She had large breasts and they would hang like pendulums off the sides of the bench. They wouldn’t be perky and petite, but if he wanted perky and petite, then he wouldn’t be here with her. If he needed small, lovely breasts to get him hot, he should not have thought about asking her to be his sub. He liked her breasts. He touched them all the time. He couldn’t seem to wait to get his mouth on them. That was what she needed to think about, not what anyone else would see. “I think you’ll like watching them sway, Sir.”
A brilliant smile crossed his face banishing the distant Dom and bringing back the man who cuddled close to her at night. “The girl learns. Come here and let me get that off you.”
His hands made quick work of the corset, much faster than Eve had gotten her into it. Her breasts swung free, and she could breathe again. And she was more than half naked in front of a crowd. Liam handed the corset off to Alex, and Avery looked around the space. They’d seemed to be alone, but now at least twenty people were standing around ready to watch the scene, including Lee’s big blond friend Ian. He was looking at her boobs, and he didn’t look like he was about to barf. “Where did they come from?”
“Hey, word gets around that a hot scene is about to play out. People come out of the woodwork,” Lee explained. “I think they’ll call this particular scene ‘hot little virgin gets her ass spanked and more.’”
“I’m not a virgin, Lee,” she corrected.
“How little you know, baby. Your pussy isn’t the only place a cock can go. Are you telling me you’ve had anal sex?”
She shook her head. She should have known this was coming. His fingers had strayed there before, brushing across her asshole and pressing lightly in. It had been a dark, forbidden sensation. “No, I haven’t.”
“I’m going to claim it, Avery. Your asshole is going to be mine. I’m going to fuck you every way I can and don’t think I won’t make you love it. Every inch of your body is going to belong to me.” His fingers came out to trace the line of her breastbone. “I can punish you in more pleasurable ways. Trust me, Avery. Let me show you off. Let me show them just how hot my sub is.”
She was standing in front of a roomful of strangers, and it didn’t matter because all that mattered was the pleasure they could find together. Maybe this was for him, too. Maybe he got hot at the thought of showing her off. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” He helped her down again. This time she eased onto the bench, the leather soft on her skin. It wasn’t a shiny leather. It was buttery and comfortable, so much nicer than before. This was how it should have been the whole time.
“You don’t need these anymore,” Lee said, his fingers delving under her panties and pulling them taut.
She gasped a little as they came off. She turned and saw he’d cut them off her. He handed a small knife back to Alex, who seemed to be serving as his assistant torturer. Lee tossed her thong away. She wouldn’t be getting that back. She was naked and on stage, and there was a little part of her that was getting soft and wet and warm. No one had run screaming. No one was laughing. There was a sort of warm appreciation she felt, as though she was surrounded by people who wouldn’t judge her, wouldn’t toss her out because she wasn’t perfect.
She turned her cheek to rest on the bench and looked at them. Besides Lee’s friends, they were a rather motley group. Some were bigger than normal, others had somewhat plain faces. An older couple, the man balding with a little paunch to his belly, held the hand of a gray-haired sub. They smiled at her, approval on their faces.
This wasn’t about perfection. This was about acceptance. These people accepted themselves, and that seemed to make it easy to accept her.