Release Me

Part 7

For the next hour, I socialized amongst the various people I'd met over the previous few months. They were all a likable group, even if I was used to a bit of a different social class.

"Would you like to play?" A young man glanced at the floor, his breath coming in quick pants, lifting his chest and letting it fall in an almost staccato rhythm as he tried to keep it under control.

"I'm watching over my friends this evening. Thank you for asking. It was very brave."

His Adam's apple bobbed twice before he dared to look up at me.

"Oh." His face fell in disappointment. "Maybe some other time."

"Do you care if your top is male?" My question stopped him in his tracks as he turned away. "No, um.."

"Domina. I prefer the general title of Domina or you may call me Alexandra, if you don't want to offer the honorific."

"Yes, Domina, I mean, no. I don't mind."

I smiled at his obvious distressed, enjoying the moment as he twisted himself into knots. There was always something about the time between seconds caught at each breath when the subject of my attention wasn't sure of their next thought, but forged on anyway. For me it was always a play between fear and excitement when Dominick did it to me.

With a hard breath, I blew out his name from my mind.

"Good. Follow me." I pivoted without looking back, and walked over to Parker, who watched me with a curious expression as I approached. "Are you interested in doing an interactive art piece?"

He arched his eyebrow without commitment and cocked his head. I motioned the young man around me. Stepping to the spot I indicated, he shifted his weight between his feet as he fidgeted beside me. We both turned our attention toward him at the same time, and he immediately dropped his gaze to the floor.

"Do you like the attention of two tops pondering your fate, boy?" Parker didn't take his eyes off of him, though they danced with delight.

"Yes... um... that is to say... um..." He swallowed hard and nodded his head emphatically.

"Looks like this one's thirsty. I bet he'd drop like a rock, eager to do your bidding," I offered and smiled when he nervously looked up at me then back down at the floor.

"Then kneel and kiss the toe of my boot, when I command it, until then, let your lips hover right above them until your breath mars the surface on each exhale. Prove how much you want my attention," Parker commanded and I bit the inside of my bottom lip. How many times had I heard that command? It didn't matter if I was naked or clothed, in a room full of people, or bound before him... I shook the thought of Dominick from my mind once more, biting back a growl at how he consumed me. I stared as the young man folded himself to the floor until his lips were a mere whisper away from Parker's toe. "Looks like we've started to negotiate."

He looked up and gave me a wink. With a nod, I returned to the bar just in time to watch Kade moving across the floor with Samantha tucked under his arm. Her glassy eyes, with the barest hint of a smile ghosting across her face, told me everything I needed to know about their scene. I motioned to a small conversation area at the end of the bar, and Kade maneuvered them until Samantha's head lay in his lap, as he covered her with the blanket he'd laid on top of my bag. I motioned to the bartender, who set down three bottles of water in front of me a few seconds later, and walked over to joined them.

A sheen of sweat shone across Kade's forehead, proving he'd worked hard, even as he ran his fingers through her hair in soft strokes. Soft moans hummed across her lips while she floated in an obvious rush. Periodically, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me, then they closed once again as she relaxed.

"I take it everything went well?"

Kade chuckled, and Samantha made a noise of displeasure when he shifted beneath her head.

"Like a duck to water. She's going to be a brat-based handful, though. One of those who will rebel against the very structure she craves, though she'll lack the subtlety of someone else I know." His cheshire grin caused me to frown, and I shook my head.

"If you are insuating that I am a brat, boy, you'll note there's a reason I'm a dominant. I prefer the side of power and control."

"Doesn't mean you don't need other things."

"Such time has passed. Maybe I'll find the right person in the future, but it will never be like before. No matter where I stand, or even if I were to kneel, I won't give up control again. My world is mine to protect now, at all costs, a lesson I learned from our mutual friend."

"Well, it doesn't look like he did a good enough job." He picked up the bottle of water and chugged more than half of it. "Or you'd still be with him. I can't believe a man like that simply let you go."

"That's enough, boy." The intent of my tone caused him to pause and when he set the bottle back down, he glanced at the table with the slightest nod.

"Yes, Mistress."

I envied the way he seemed to move from position of a top through to the deference of a submissive. The ease with which he took control and handed it back when the job was done fascinated me.

"Make sure she drinks water. You know my expectations of aftercare. When you're ready, we can go, but there's no rush. I'll drive home, and you can ensure she's comfortable. The drop is going to suck."

"I can..."

"It wasn't a question, Kade."

"Yes, Mistress."

Once again, I settled to watch the various stations around the room. Parker was now under one of the long sections of the truss. His head leaned in to the young man, who nodded his head in response. It was always entertaining to watch Parker play, but his appearance, along with the uncomfortable conversation, had me on edge.

'They can't make me do this.' The scene played in my mind as I argued with Dominick. 'They can and they will.'

The important question was if Parker was a coincidence, a reporter back to the Society, or worse. Time was the only thing that would give me the answer. For now, I enjoyed his artistry as Samantha floated back down to Earth.