Free Dom Wars - Round One by Lucian Bane Page A

give me one good reason."
    She stared at me, biting her lower lip. "I… I just don't want to hurt you."
    Oh God. I turned away from the look in her eyes. Her words made it more impossible. I stood there fuming. Fuming with needs I didn 't get. She moved to stand right in front of me.
    " Just do it fast. I can take it. I promise. It's just pain. I have a very high tolerance as a woman, women do. We…have giant humans out of our vaginas. Think of the money."
    I couldn 't speak. I'd say something really weird and stupid that made no sense. "Fine. But if I do this…" She looked at me, tenderness in her gaze. "I…"
    " Anything you want. It's yours."
    " I know it is."
    She quirked her brow. "I'm trying to be nice here, you don't need to be a dick."
    " I'm just being honest."
    " You're being cocky," she murmured, then looked around. "Interesting crowd."
    I caught Duff looking my way and turned my back toward him, hiding Tara again. Sicko. "Remember what I said about that dude. Don't look at him. Don't look near him."
    " I feel sorry for that girl with him." She leaned, trying to see.
    I yanked her around. "I just said don't look!"
    She grimaced. "Sorry." Her face remained pained as she held my gaze. She reached and patted my arm several times, the movements jerky. "You uh. Gonna be okay? We're number four, so, at least you won't have to wait so long to soothe me."
    I could only glare at her while wanting to kiss her. "I know what I want for this."
    She got serious. "Okay. What?"
    " I want to know what happened to you that made you not like sex."
    She looked around then swiveled her eyes back to mine with raised happy brows. "Okay."
    " And no more not looking in my eyes after I suck your pussy."
    " Oh geeze." She turned away a little, her cheeks going red.
    " I need… to hold you a second."
    She faced me, concern back in her eyes. "Okay. Like… a hug?"
    I stepped up to her and put my arms around her. She embraced me back and I pulled her closer, rubbing along her back and butt, feeling her.
    "Ooookay, public."
    I tilted her chin up to me and stared into her eyes. "Can I kiss you?"
    Her brows furrowed. "You're asking?"
    I thought about that, realizing how odd it was. "I need to kiss you, but…" I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with me. "I don't want to take anything right now."
    She held my gaze, seeming to hear me, understand me. She reached up and pulled my face to her lips and pecked them. I put my hand behind her head and really kissed her. God, the softness of her mouth… I 'd been aching to feel it again. I wanted to do so much more with her, if only she'd allow me.
    She pushed out of my arms and patted my chest. "That's quite enough public display of affection."
    Is that what she thought I was doing it for?
    A female voice came over the speaker. "Take your seats. The games begin in one minute."
    The chairs had been replaced with small wicker loveseats with upholstered cushions. We made our way to the one marked number four. Tara leaned her head toward me. "Sounds like your girlfriend."
    I wished I could enjoy her little remark, but every muscle in my body was in knots. Not just over the flogging, but the stupid auction. God help me if Tara were chosen to be auctioned. Of course, she wanted one of us to be picked. I prayed it would be me or neither of us. I didn 't even want to think about Duff in that equation.
    A large staged bedroom had been set up against the wall across from where we all sat, and was no doubt stocked with everything needed for the event. The first couple went up and a bondage assignment became apparent. I put my arm around Tara and pulled her closer.
    "What are they doing?" Tara asked.
    I took her hand in mine, aware of the dark sneer from Duff. "Looks like bondage."
    The woman sat on the bed as the man worked quickly, looping a thin, dark rope about her body, knotting and looping more. As he worked, she began to look deformed, the rigging pulling tightly into her