Free The Dom with the Dark Eyes by Raven McAllan Page A

entertainment on later,
and one, a fire eater was someone she wanted to watch. Then she’d go. In fact
she’d ring the cab company and give them a rough time to pick her up.
    It
took seconds to do, and satisfied that at least one thing was in her control, Linsey
put her tiny phone back into the inner pocket of her cloak—bigger than the one
in her teddy and better for her phone—and wandered further into the garden. The
entertainment was due to start within the half hour so for now she’d sip the rather
good glass of champagne and watch the others. At least masked, no one would
know who she was and bother her.
    Except
for Tay, and he was too busy to ask why she was skulking in the darkness.
    “Interesting
isn’t it?” The deep dark voice behind her made her unbalance as she spun around
to face the owner. “People watching.” He … she … went on. “Especially when you
have no idea who it is you’re spying on.”
    Her
cloak flowed out behind her, and behind a mask identical to hers she saw dark,
very dark eyes widen in appreciation as the silver material settled back to
hide her once more.
      He, she decided it was definitely a he, whistled.
      “The cloak looks good, what’s under it looks
stunning.” He flicked one side of her cloak out, put one long finger onto the
soft skin at her neck and stroked downward toward her breast.
      She shivered and blushed; she, who never ever
went red, went the color of a ripe cherry.
    He
laughed softly.
    “Yeah.
I feel it as well.” He caught hold of her hand and put it over his leather-covered
cock. The soft bulge hardened and she curled her fingers around it.
    Was
that really her? Feeling up a total stranger? Letting him touch her and not
kneeing him in the balls?
    What was in that wine? She’d only drunk half a glass, but
this behavior was so not usual. Even so she gave into the urge to stroke his
cock and squeeze it gently.
    He
groaned. “So fucking good. However, laters, sweetness. I have work to do. I
assume you’re stopping for a while?”
    All
thoughts of leaving as soon as she could went out of her mind.
    “I
guess I am.”
    “Meet
me here after the fire eater?” It might be couched as a question but she was
damned sure he intended there to be only one answer.
    She
nodded.
    “Good
girl. I have to go. By the way, I intend to call you, sweet Cherry.”
    “You
do?” She was puzzled. “Why?” Surely her red cheeks hadn’t been so obvious? She
had a mask on. Heat flooded her again and she had to force herself not to
shuffle or twitch.
      He smiled and traced the outline of her lips.
“Cherries are sweet, succulent and habit forming. But let’s say it’s the color
of these lips, which I can see and the color of those lips that I can’t yet,
but will later. The color of these.” He stroked her cheeks. “And the color the
others will be later.”
    Linsey
gasped. The picture he painted made her nipples tighten to the point of pain
and push against the silk of her teddy. “Sure of yourself aren’t you?”
    Damn
the breathy little girl voice. However she knew it was that or splutter like an
idiot.
    “Well,
sweet Cherry,” he flicked her earring and set it swinging, “someone has to be.
I want you, you want me, and want is not going to be our master.” He paused and
his grin was sinful and full of promise. “I am.”
    Her
juices gathered and slid over her denuded pussy. Maybe there was something for not daring to bare. At least the hair would stop her legs getting
soaked as much. Instead she was in danger of creating a puddle. Linsey clenched
her muscles and did her best to seem cool calm and collected.
      At this rate I’ll need lady pads.
    “You’re
a Dom?”
    He
nodded. “What else?”
    Yeah, he screams Dom.
    “A
switch maybe?” She took a step back and craned her head so she could see his
face, or the portion not covered by a mask, more clearly. “Dom and sub.” She
clarified her words, just in case.
    “I
know what a switch is, sweet