Trey
I don’t have my own implements. I notice the other doms are carrying duffel bags with equipment, so I make do. I pull my leather belt from the loops and wind the buckle end around my fist.
Sheridan stares with wide eyes, half-nervous, half-thrilled. My wolf is actually calmer than I would expect—it’s like he senses the danger here, knows I need to keep my head.
Thank f**k, because her scent is driving me wild.
Sheridan looks sexy as hell in her skin-tight leather outfit, and as much as I’d love to watch her skin turn pink under my leather belt, there’s no way I’m going to let any asshole here see her naked. I sort of like the idea of her having the layer of protection, anyway. I would die if I actually hurt her.
I wind the belt until less than a foot remains and then step in fron
