“Not really. I’m more afraid of what I do here as play getting back to my employer and it causing trouble for me with them.”
“Do you think it would?”
“I don’t know. The teaching, that’s different. No one’s getting naked and I’m not teaching anything overtly sexual. So I’m teaching a negotiation class at FetCon. My last name isn’t listed anywhere on the program, and neither is my picture.” He shrugged. “It’s a human relations and communication class. The skills can be applied to a variety of situations. They’d be hard-pressed to use that against me. Ditto the whip and rope classes. But I’d rather not have curious employees showing up here out of the blue in numbers to see if there’s anything else I do.”
“Have you ever run into any coworkers here?”
“No. I did once at an event in Tampa, but he was also an upper manager and more than happy to look the other way. We’ve never talked about it, and won’t talk about it.”
“Could you lose your job for this?”
“Only if it caused problems at work. The more separation between the two, the happier I am. I don’t talk about my private life at work at all. There are people who can and have lost their jobs by being outed, though.”
He accurately interpreted her sudden nerves. “Don’t worry, pet. I wouldn’t take a chance if I thought there was a concern.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye. “You let me do all the worrying tonight,” he quietly said. “I want you to relax and let go. I want you to take off your reporter’s hat and let me be in charge. All right?”
Something about his low, steady tone proved damn near hypnotic to her. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “That’s my good girl.”
Tony wasn’t sure if he wanted to scene early with her, or wait and tease her for a while and do it later. The former would mean less people around to potentially make her nervous.
The latter meant the evening might end sooner if he wore her out and she wanted to go home.
That was something he didn’t want to happen. He wanted to steal as much time with her as he possibly could.
He pulled the leather cuffs from his bag. “Wrists, pet.”
It tickled him that she held out her hands without hesitation.
After quickly buckling the cuffs around her wrists, he pointed at the floor. She immediately knelt in front of him.
I’m going to be in damn misery all night. Her immediate compliance had hardened his cock again. “When I ask you for a color tonight, regardless of what we’re doing, even if we’re standing and talking, I want you to give me either green, yellow, or red. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Where are we now? Give me a color.”
“Green, Sir.”
He couldn’t resist stroking the top of her head. Her eyes fell closed and she rested her forehead against his thigh, a content look on her face.
If it wasn’t for the fact that it was a concrete floor and he didn’t want her knees to start hurting, he’d gladly stand there all night just like that, with the warmth of her flesh melting through his denim jeans and scorching his flesh. Her hair felt silky slipping through his fingers.
“Such a good girl,” he softly said. Reluctantly, he gently tapped the top of her head. “Stand up, pet.”
She did.
“For tonight, pet, here are my other rules. If you need to go to the bathroom, or you need a drink, or you get hungry, you ask me for permission first. Understand?” He watched her eyes for any sign he was pushing her too hard, too fast, being too strict.
His cock wanted him to scruff the back of her neck and drag her home for sexy, private play.
He shoved that thought away.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He opted to wait to scene with her. He tried to tell himself he wanted to give her a chance to watch other people scening, maybe see a few things she might like to try, but he knew that was a lie.
He didn’t want to see the night end any sooner than it had to.
He laced his fingers through hers and they made the rounds of both the play area and the social area. He introduced her as his submissive and made no mention of her job. He didn’t want her slipping back into a work headspace when he could see how much she obviously enjoyed subspace
After two hours, they’d watched Seth and Leah play, as well as Ross and Loren. Apparently Tilly and Cris weren’t playing that night, but Landry topped a couple of different people. Tony checked in with her and got nothing but green in reply. He paid close attention to how she watched other scenes play out, what she seemed interested in, what seemed to turn her off, and made sure to pick her brain about her feelings.
When his preferred bench in the far corner came up available, Tony decided he’d delayed enough. He led Shayla over to it and had her sit down. “You stay here. I’ll be right back with my bag.”
Chapter Seventeen
Shayla’s throat suddenly went dry. This is really happening.
She felt her cheek with the back of her hand. She knew as hot as her face felt, it had to be bright red. But barely anyone seemed to pay attention to her sitting there.
Tony returned with his things and pointed at the floor.
Running on instinct, she dropped to her knees and resisted the urge to stare at the floor.
He stroked her hair. “How’s my pet?”
“Green, Sir.” If a racing pulse, cold sweat, and dry throat are green, I’m peachy.
“Good girl. I’m going to get my things ready. Do you need to use the bathroom?”
She’d gone maybe ten minutes earlier and didn’t feel right using that as an excuse to stall. “No, Sir.”
“Okay.”
He opened the bag and cane tube. He rearranged a few things in his bag and laid out several implements from the cane tube on the inside of the open top of the bag. He also draped a large towel over the bench and pulled out several lengths of pink rope.
Once he had everything ready, he held out a hand to her to help her to her feet. In his other hand he held the blindfold he’d used on her earlier. He led her over to the end of the bench and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Give me your thong, pet.”
Her cheeks still ablaze, she reached under her sundress and pulled it off and handed it to him.
“Good girl.” He buckled the blindfold on her and placed her hands on the bench. “Climb on.” He helped her get positioned the way he wanted her. Then he quickly bound her arms to the bench with the rope, using the cuffs as well. He followed by binding her ankles and calves to the bench.
When he told her to test the restraints, she could barely move.
She sensed him squat in front of her. “Remember, I will be the only one touching you, pet. The only hands you’ll feel on you will be mine. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“How are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
He kissed her forehead, sending a gentle shiver of anticipation through her. “Good girl.”
She sensed him move away again. She startled a little at the feel of him working her skirt up, pulling it out of the way and bunching the material on her back, leaving her bare and exposed from the waist down.
And still she knew her cunt was wet, embarrassingly so. Her clit throbbed and from her position on the bench she now understood why Valerie had been trying to rub herself into an orgasm the week before.
Shut. Brain. Off.
He started massaging her with his strong, warm hands, simultaneously relaxing her and driving her need even higher. Now she comprehended why he’d said he would refuse to broaden the limits of a scene in the middle of it.