Smith
Smith
I walked toward the submissives’ lounge, my body still tingling. Doms weren’t allowed in there. When Mal first told me that, I’d considered it only as a strategic advantage. Now I needed the personal space to get away from them.
From myself.
What the hell had I just done?
I’d begged a complete stranger to f**k me in the ass. That’s what I’d done. I’d stared into Mal’s eyes as it happened, watching him as he analyzed every whimper, every expression on my face. He somehow knew what I wanted. I didn’t have to tell him I liked pain. That’d I’d always liked pain. Even when I was a child, I would seek out other kids and play foolish games. Rub our skin off with an eraser. Slap one another’s hands. Hold our palms over a candle and see how long we could take the pain as our skin b
