Free Power Play: Katie and the Dom by Selena Kitt Page B

her
weight.
    “Of course
she did!” Patrick’s voice grew angry and Katie looked at him with big eyes.
“She signed all the forms!”
    “I’m Liam,”
the big man said to her, speaking softly as he worked the leather strap on the
side of her mouth loose. “You’re safe.”
    “What are
you doing?” Patrick was mad—practically hopping mad, shifting his weight from
foot to foot. “She wants to be here. She—”
    “Take
another look, little brother.” Liam sneered over his shoulder at Patrick and
then turned his attention back to Katie, taking the ball-gag gently from her
mouth, glistening with her saliva. “She’s sobbing.”
    “Aardvark!
Aardvark! Aardvark!” Katie croaked hoarsely, her face full of tears and snot
and, she imagined, a great deal of mascara.
    “Your
safeword?” Liam guessed, using the sleeve of his black turtleneck to gently
wipe her cheeks.
    She nodded,
looking at Patrick, her chin quivering. “I tried to say… I tried…”
    “But we
hadn’t even started,” Patrick whispered, his expression moving from anger to
confusion.
    “You need to
pay attention!” Liam roared and Katie shrank back from him as he shifted focus to
his brother. “Every minute. Every second. Every single fucking breath. ” Liam’s
jaw clenched as he turned back to Katie, his massive hands gentle as he
loosened her wrist straps, moving more carefully when he saw the fear in her
eyes.
    “I told you
that you weren’t ready for this!” Liam’s words were meant for his brother but
she felt them resonate in her belly like a tuning fork.
    Patrick
stood, blinking, his crop forgotten, falling to the floor. “Rookie mistake?” he
whispered, his face pained as he watched his brother take Katie down from the
restraints, her body collapsing. Liam cradled her against his chest.
    “Not to
her,” Liam snapped, his voice growing quiet as he shifted his attention. “What’s
your name?”
    “K-K-Katie…”
she managed. She was shivering now, uncontrollably, although she had no idea
why. She tried to speak, to tell him what had happened, that it was just a
mistake, she’d made a mistake, but no words would come out, just little hitches
in her throat from crying so hard.
    “We’re going
to get you dressed now, Katie, okay?” Liam stroked her hair as he reached
behind her to unfasten her leg restraints one-handed. She clung to him—he was
solid as a tree trunk, but far more pliable and warm. He got her other leg
undone and pulled her fully into his arms.
    “Patrick,
hand me that blanket.” There was a black one in the corner, meant for sensory
deprivation, Katie guessed—she’d read extensively about the subject. It was
soft and Liam wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her slowly to a standing
position, but her legs felt like jelly and wouldn’t hold her, so he scooped her
up, his arm under her knees, like she was just a little bit of fluff, carrying
her over to the big bed in the corner.
    “Patrick,
get me a glass of milk,” Liam ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed. Katie
couldn’t quite grasp what was happening. Her mind felt as if it was going in
slow-motion, not able to catch up.
    “Milk?”
    “Go!” Liam
growled, waving his brother away. Patrick left, looking for all the world like
a puppy slinking away with his tail tucked between his legs. Even still in
costume, shirtless with his leather pants and snakeskin boots, to Katie, he
looked like a little boy playing dress-up in his father’s clothes.
    “I’m sorry.”
Liam apologized, letting out a pent-up breath and wrapping the blanket more
tightly around her. “Your first time?”
    Katie nodded
against his chest, not wanting to open her eyes and look at him—at anything.
She wished she could disappear, or wake up from this crazy dream she was
having.
    “How did he
find you?” His hand smoothed her dark hair down her back, the motion incredibly
soothing. Her trembling was beginning to subside.
    “I answered
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