Dizzy gasped when the next man in line rammed his cock into the woman’s ass. The woman cried out with pleasure but Dizzy didn’t see it that way. She was too shocked by what she was witnessing to actually see the scene. The woman was pushing back and egging on the man taking her from behind.
Venom winced when Dizzy gripped his hand tightly enough to cause pain. When she lifted her terrified eyes to his face, he kissed her forehead and tugged her along. “Let’s go.”
They weaved in and out of the mingling bodies toward the private rooms in the back. His class tonight was relatively small—only six couples and ten single officers—so he had been given a moderate-sized room equipped for hardcore rope bondage, including reinforced suspension rings from the ceiling and a pulley system and a leather bondage table.
Venom grasped Dizzy by the waist and lifted her onto the table. He took a moment to study her beautiful face. Her shaken expression confirmed his worst fear. “This is why I didn’t want to bring you.”
“I know.” She clasped his arms. “You’re sure that woman enjoyed that?”
“Yes. There were monitors there. Her mate would have discussed the scene with them before it began. The monitors would have questioned her to make sure she was open to the scenario.”
Dizzy gulped. “Is that how all women are shared?”
“No,” he answered emphatically. “That was an extremely unique and hard thing that you witnessed. Many couples who share do it in a gentler, more loving way. That couple seems to have very distinct tastes.”
Her face turned bright red as she asked, “Do a lot of women like to…you know…there?”
“Are you asking me if women enjoy anal sex?”
She looked as though she was about to slide off the table in embarrassment. He often forgot that despite her age and her success as an independent woman, Dizzy had come into his life incredibly inexperienced when it came to sex.
“Yes,” she finally managed.
“Lots of women enjoy anal sex and lots of them don’t.” He shrugged. “I suspect it has to do with their introduction to it.”
Her cheeks still stained red, she asked, “Do you want to do that to me?”
“I’ve thought about it,” he admitted. Cupping her face, he teased their mouths together. “Rest assured, sugar, if we decide to try that, we’ll do it my way. It will be gentle and slow and you’ll be the one in charge.”
“Me?”
“You.” He tapped the tip of her nose. “Sit here while I get everything ready.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything. Her wide eyes scanned the room. Slowly couples and single officers started to file into the space. He could almost smell her nervousness. It shouldn’t have excited him but it did. He liked having her off-kilter because her responses were so much sweeter.
But as her mate, as the man who was falling head over heels in love with her, his first priority was always going to be her well-being. No matter how much he wanted to publicly bind and decorate her supple body, he would never do anything to harm her mentally or emotionally.
Using his body to block out the gathering crowd, Venom braced his hands on either side of her thighs and peered right into her eyes. “Be honest with me. Do you want to go home?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Do you also want to stay and give this a try?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“So what’s it going to be, sugar? Do we stay? Or do we go?”
Dizzy ran her hands from his wrists to his shoulders and back down again. “We stay.”
“All right.” He leaned forward and kissed her. Instead of a simple, easy kiss, he plundered her mouth, taking what he wanted from her and reminding her how much he desired and needed her. He backed off just a little before swiping their tongues together one last time.
Venom enjoyed the sight of her swollen, pink pout and lust-darkened eyes for a few seconds before turning around and clapping his hands together. “Okay. Let’s get started…”
What the hell am I doing here?
The only things keeping Dizzy from bolting from the room were her shaky legs—and Venom’s commanding presence. As she sat there in her flirty outfit waiting for him to strip her down to her undies and tie her up with rope in front of three dozen or so people, she wondered where this burst of courage had originated. All it took was one encouraging smile from Venom and her anxiety fled.
It finally occurred to her that she wasn’t just falling in love with Venom. No, she had already fallen in love with him.
As Venom talked about ensuring the safety of the submissive partner and then choosing the right ropes for the right scenes, Dizzy tried to figure out when her heart had become his. It had come upon her so slowly that she couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment. She could only say with certainty that it had happened.
The logical side of her brain screamed that less than two weeks with a man was way too quick to fall in love. Her heart thudded wildly and basically told her brain to shut up. Right, wrong, fast or slow—she loved Venom.
When he came closer to grab short lengths of rope he had prepared so his students could learn to knot, he reached out and playfully pinched her thigh. It took every ounce of her self-control not to throw her arms around him and tell him what she had just discovered. For now, she allowed herself to smile at him and hoped that he could see just how much he meant to her.
Venom’s expression registered a bit of surprise but he didn’t say anything. This obviously wasn’t the time for him to interrogate her as to what had put that sappy smile on her face. Instead he turned around and started handing out the ropes while talking about bites and loops and all sorts of other bondage-related vocabulary.
As Dizzy gleefully enjoyed the realization that she loved Venom, she looked out over the crowd of students following his instructions. She spotted Raze hovering in the doorway. Though he seemed to have a permanently pissed-off expression on that mean-looking face of his, he showed his lighter side by winking at her. She suspected he was like Venom. Beneath that rough exterior, he was soft and sweet.
While she counted up the attendees, Dizzy realized two more women had appeared. They wore expensive-looking lingerie with lots of lace and ribbon. Bright-yellow bands squeezed their upper arms. She quickly ascertained that these were the paid pleasure women—the poppies—who had been brought in to provide the single officers a chance to enjoy themselves.
Sneaking discreet glances at the poppies, Dizzy decided that Venom’s assertion that his culture treated these women with respect was true. Unlike the scrawny, malnourished women who pandered down in Low Town, these prostitutes looked well-fed and healthy with shiny hair and bright eyes and gorgeous skin. There was none of the haunted sadness in their eyes that Dizzy had witnessed in the hookers who hung around the gritty street corners of The City.
Or maybe these women were simply better actresses. It was probably easier to pretend that you enjoyed your line of work when you had nice housing, clean clothing, adequate food and medical attention provided. These poppies weren’t scrounging for scraps in the garbage or bruising their knees to make grocery money for their babies.
When she first thought of Venom sleeping with other women, her jealousy had flared but the more she thought about it the sadder she became. She thought of the way Venom had described their relationship as being real. How cold and lonely was it for these sky warriors and their pleasure girls?
There were so few choices afforded to them. The men in the military couldn’t have girlfriends or wives unless they survived enough battles to earn the valor points required. They could either arrange a marriage through their families or a matchmaking service or wait for an open Grab slot.
And these women? They had grown up in the harsh environment of the Kovark prison system, a place where most criminals didn’t even survive. Their choices were to stay there forever, marry a guard or go into pleasure work where they could somewhat control their destinies.
For all the internal
whining and angst Dizzy had indulged in, she couldn’t deny that she had been given more choices than most women of her generation. When her family had lost everything, she had been able to fall back on a trade that just happened to be her passion. The connections of her childhood had allowed her to build a small but steady income and enjoy independence.
When Venom had been caught in that trap, she had chosen to go back and help him. She had taken the collar he offered her. Yes, her father had put her in an impossible position, but she had been allowed to make the choices that changed her life—for the better.
“Dizzy, get down.” Venom’s firm voice snapped her right out of her thoughts.
“Yes sir.” He hadn’t asked her to use the honorific but Hallie had given her some tips for navigating her first night here. The pleased look on Venom’s face was absolutely priceless as she slid to her feet.
“Strip for me.”
Her fingers shook as she untied the front of the uniform shirt she had altered to be so sexy and peeled out of it. Her belly clenched as she unbuttoned the skirt and slipped it down her legs. Stepping out of her heels, she set them aside with her folded clothing.
Venom held out his hand and she joined him in front of the class. He spun her around to face the students and pulled her back against his hard body. His huge hand flattened against her chest and his fingers covered the swells of her breasts. The lacy push-up bra with pink ribbon accents was the sexiest thing she had packed. Venom seemed to like it just fine.
“Your woman’s body is a blank canvas. You want to adorn her, to make her beautiful and enticing, but you don’t want to harm her.” His hand glided over her skin, leaving a searing path of tingling heat. “I’m sure it seems as if I’m harping on safety but you must remember that she can be seriously injured.”
Dizzy shivered as his fingertips trailed down her arm. He clasped her hand and lifted it to show it to the students. “Look at her wrist. Do you think this dainty little thing could hold up her body weight if she was bound with her arms overhead and one of my knots or ties slipped or a suspension hook gave way?”
He shook his head. “No. Instead of enjoying some fun together, we would be making a trip to the infirmary to have her shoulder put back into place and her wrist braced.” He lowered her hand and kissed the side of her neck. “This is serious business. It’s fun and sexy—but it’s dangerous if you’re not paying attention and planning for the worst scenarios.”
Amid the murmuring, Venom glided his hands along her belly. “It’s not just a fall that will badly hurt your sub. Remember what I said about circulation and avoiding nerve damage?”
She inhaled a shuddery breath as Venom crouched down beside her to point out all the tricky spots on her body where care had to be taken. His warm, strong hands moved over her ankles and knees while he talked. She delighted in his sensual, possessive caress.
With the nitty-gritty details out of the way, Venom picked up four shorter lengths of rope and began to demonstrate simple ankle and wrist cuffs. The single officers who hadn’t paid for time with one of the poppies practiced on each other—which Dizzy couldn’t help but smile at. Raze caught her amusement because he shot her a playful but scolding glance. Rolling her lips under, Dizzy stifled the giggle that threatened to erupt.
Once they had mastered cuffs, Venom walked them through creating the rope bra, once without knots and once with the knots. When a couple of the mated officers ran into problems, Venom helped them redo the rope work—but he never touched their wives. He stood close by and gave pointers but he kept his hands to himself. Whether that was to make her happy or simply a sign of respect for the men and their wives, she couldn’t tell. Dizzy suspected it was both.
“Now that you have this bra part finished, you can carry the rest of the rope down the body to create a corset with or without knots.” Venom stood off to the side as he demonstrated how to make the beautiful diamond-shaped patterns by looping and tucking and weaving the rope.
She studied his handsome face, marveling at his focus and attention to detail. After hearing him discuss all those safety points, she realized how much concern and care he took with her. A few times, his gaze would drift from a knot or a looping motion to her face. She enjoyed the private glances they shared as the class practiced all around them.
“If we’re doing knots, where do we put the one in the crotch area?”
Dizzy didn’t see the man who asked the blunt question. She tried not to show her annoyance that the intimate gaze she had been sharing with Venom had been broken.
Venom seemed to welcome the question. “You have a couple of options.” He moved behind her and framed her hips with his hands. “You can place the knot against her anus or perineum. Some women enjoy having it right against the entrance of their pussy and others like some pressure against their clitoris.”
Dizzy swayed a little as Venom’s fingertips touched all the places he described. She was very glad for the panties he had allowed her to wear tonight. She could feel the throbbing, wet heat between her thighs spreading. She was certain Venom discovered just how aroused she was he ran his fingers over her panties.
Caressing her skin, he said, “This is an incredibly erogenous area so you want to place the knot in a spot that keeps your mate centered in the experience. Keep in mind that erogenous zones means lots of nerve endings so be careful. You want this to be a thrilling experience—not one that’s so painful she’ll never agree to play again.” He tapped the spot right over her pubic bone. “Avoid this area. I’ve seen subs bruised by knots here.”
“What if you plan to suspend your mate? Does that factor into your design?”
Venom stroked her braid. “It does. You have to think about weight distribution and pressure points. Things that look beautiful and feel good when she’s standing might not feel so hot when she’s dangling from the ceiling. If you intend to fuck her while she’s suspended—and I assume you do,” he said amid chuckles, “you’ll want to plan ahead to ensure all the important areas are easily accessible.”
“Will you show us a suspension tonight?”
Dizzy gulped hard. They hadn’t discussed that possibility at all but she trusted Venom’s judgment.
“Not tonight,” Venom said, causing a few of the single officers to grunt with frustration. “We’re nearly out of time. Suspensions shouldn’t be rushed.”
“Will you consider another class soon?”
“Sure.” Venom massaged her neck with his thumbs. “We’ll pick up right here and I’ll make sure that you get to see a proper suspension.” He gave her backside a pop that made her hiss and lift on her tiptoes. As chuckles erupted around them, he asked, “Would you like that, sugar?”
Buzzing with excitement, she glanced over her shoulder. “Yes. Very much.”
Actually she wanted to do that, like, right now. This whole class had been foreplay. The white-hot need blossoming in her lower belly wouldn’t be satisfied until Venom consumed her with his dominant, powerful style of lovemaking.
With the demonstration at an end, students filed out of the room. Most of the couples stopped for pointers. Venom stepped away from her side to show one of his fellow officers how to better accentuate his wife’s fuller figure. Enviously eying the other woman’s voluptuous bosom, Dizzy didn’t even notice the single officer who had cozied up close to her until he reached out to flick one of the tiny bows adorning the cup of her bra.
With lightning speed, Venom snatched the officer’s hand in a deadly grip that drove the other man to his knees. “Never touch my mate.” He pushed the grabby man’s finger back toward his wrist, lurching a strangled cry from the other man’s throat. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t—”
“Not to me,” he said through gritted teeth. “To my wife.”
The man didn’t look pleased but he did it. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“Are you satisfied with that apology, Dizzy?”
She nodded and finally found her voi
ce. “Yes.”
Venom released the other guy’s hand. “You’re lucky she’s so gentle-hearted. Other mates might have requested that you get sent to the wall.”
Dizzy had no idea what that meant but didn’t ask. Still on his knees, the officer with one stripe shaved into his hair rubbed his hand. She had learned to differentiate the land corps from the sky corps by their hairstyles. The pilots seemed to favor those stripes.
Raze gripped the back of the airman’s shirt and dragged him to his feet. “Guess what, flyboy? You just earned yourself a two-month suspension from the club and a chat with the admiral. Say goodbye to some of those valor points.”
Venom gathered her close and soothingly caressed her shoulder. His anger dwarfed her irritation with the unwanted touch. He calmly finished helping the other officer with his question and bid the couple a good night.
When the door closed behind them, Venom turned toward her and gently gripped her shoulders. He bent down to peer into her eyes. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Honestly I’ve been jostled and touched more intimately than that at the Subterranean.”
“The what?”
“It’s a club underground that a friend of ours—of mine and Ella’s—runs.” When his eyes narrowed, she quickly explained, “A dance club, not one of these kinky clubs like yours.”
“Ah.” He slipped his finger under one of the ropes crisscrossing her body and tugged. “You did very well tonight. Did you like it?”
She drew her initials on his chest. “You know I did.”
As if to confirm his earlier findings, Venom pushed aside the damp fabric guarding her pussy and slipped two fingers between her labia. “Yes, you did.”
She pressed against him. “Take me home.”
“To do what, sugar?”
“You know what I want.” But he was going to make her say it.
“I know what I want. I’m only guessing when it comes to you.” His fingers slowly manipulated her throbbing clitoris.
“Bull,” she said with a little snort. “I don’t think you’ve guessed once when it comes to making love to me.” She gazed up at him with such awe. “I think you figured me out that first time you put your hands on me.”
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