I gasp, not because Mr. Loyd’s hand has hit straight in my skin, but because Mr. Pollock is looking at me directly in the eye. Even when the glass with drink comes up to his lips, his gaze remains on me, attentive, severe, *intense.*
“Let’s try it again.” Mr. Loyd says, and his voice seems to break the spell I was, so drawn to his blue eyes that I forgot to breathe. “What should you call me?”
“Mr. Loyd, sir,” I say with a trembling voice, my skin completely on fire, and not because of the punishment.
I try to resist but fall into temptation again, looking at my new boss, who’s watching my butt being slapped right in front of him.
“And when I talk to you, what do you say?” Mr. Loyd says calmly, stroking the same ass he slapped. The first one wasn’t hard enough to mark my skin or to make it sting. It was a warning slap — the start of the show.
And I claw for that pain, the sensation that makes me take my eyes off this man who watches me with such an indecipherable expression.
“What do you say, Vicky?” His voice comes out low again, strong like his fingers digging into my skin... But I keep quiet, sealing my lips and moving my hips, making him chuckle. “Is that how it’s going to be?”
He doesn’t give me time to really understand his words. He hits my ass, this time harder, and the slap sounds loud over the music. People may not hear what we’re saying, but they can certainly hear Mr. Loyd’s palm hitting my skin.
I arch my back and tilt my head, my chin high, with my skin prickling so much... the pleasure burning into my skin is so intense that I close my eyes. But that doesn’t last long because I open them again, just to meet the fierce eyes of Mr. Pollock, who hasn’t taken his attention away from our play for a moment.
“How do you say, Vicky?” Mr. Loyd mutters, once again caressing my ass like he’s trying to lessen the pain I adore so much. But I can’t find words to answer him... *I lost it.*
And yes, I should focus all my attention on the Dom punishing me, on our public play. I know that I should give myself up completely, but... I can’t break this eye contact.
Mr. Loyd’s fingers move forward, finding the panties tucked in the middle of my ass, and I bite my lips, breathing deeply, feeling a tickle between my legs... He doesn’t move any further, just brushes his fingerprints on the thin cloth.
My heart is pounding hard against my chest. The desire to be touched more intimately overwhelms me, especially when I notice my boss’ eyes becoming hungrier. But he’s just sipping his drink slowly, making me feel thirsty in the middle of a desert, with my body burning without being exposed to his heat.
Mr. Loyd’s firm hand grips my butt again, and my mind wanders back to when I greeted Abraham Pollock at the company earlier. His big hand would slap me so hard and certainly could hold it, I’m sure of it...
*Wait, what?*
I shudder in surprise at the dangerous curves my thoughts make, letting out a squeaky grunt as another slap, even harder, slams into my ass and bursts into the music.
The delicious aching overwhelms my senses and spreads throughout my body like a shiver.
My body is on fire, burning with anticipation, but it’s not from the arching slaps Mr. Loyd delivers against my ass in a quick row, alternating between the skins that are probably red, marked with the shape of his fingers... It’s not the pain that usually delights me that’s having such an effect on my body...
It’s the way *he* is looking at me.
The expression on Mr. Pollock’s face while another man slaps me is impassive. I can’t decipher it. Maybe he’s judging me for being rebellious enough not to cooperate with a simple command, thinking I’m the perfect submissive to teach. Or perhaps he’s bothered by how I hold his gaze when he’s used to subs who lower their heads and look at their own feet.
I’m not like them.
*Not anymore.*
Slap — another hard hit that makes me gasp. My skin is aching, but my entrance is soaking wet, and I can’t assign that to the Dom who is punishing me. My body is reacting to the person it should least, the person that’s not even touching me.
My boss.
The man who took my position and shattered my dream.
A Master...
Two different poles... An opposite attraction.
*The worst possible combination.*
“Last time I’m going to ask, Vicky.” Mr. Loyd’s voice wakes me up, making me gasp and close my eyes, searching for reason... for the control of my body that has been completely stolen by just one stare. “If you don’t change your attitude... I’ll punish you until you cry.”
Mr. Loyd explores the middle of my ass again, but this time, he curls his fingertips into my panties, pulling them up, making the fabric also stick to my entrance, tucked between my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit, which is so sensitive and make me moan low.
I open my eyes, looking back at my boss, who placed the empty glass of whisky on the table. Mr. Pollock leans over, resting his arms on his knees, decreasing the distance between us, even if it’s just a little. And from the smug smile on his lips, he knows what’s going on... He knows I’m enjoying it, and it’s not because of the man that’s supposed to dominate me.
My half-open lips allow another moan to escape as Mr. Loyd runs his fingers down, marking the inside of my thigh with his fingerprints; they aren’t reaching where I need them most, and that increases my sensations even more... But Mr. Loyd seems to feel it too since his cock is throbbing in my belly, so hard and thick...
But I can’t focus.
I can’t help wondering what’s behind Mr. Pollock’s suit, that shirt, and that arrogance -
“Vicky.” Mr. Loyd calls out to me, his breathing short and heavy.
I finally take my gaze off him and look over my shoulder at Mr. Loyd... at his lustful expression and the brown eyes that stare at me with hunger. He’s mad with desire... *I can feel it.*
“How do you answer me?” He asks again, serious, moistening his lips...
And I smile innocently, batting my eyelashes slowly, “As you wish me to, sir.”
Mr. Loyd grunts, throwing his head back, shivering beneath me... and slaps my ass again, so hard and loud that the slap cuts through the music another time, making me moan a little louder and turn my face forward to meet Mr. Pollock’s intense blue eyes.
But now, I can decipher his expression... Mr. Pollock seems *troubled...* I wonder why.
Finally, Mr. Loyd’s fingers find my entrance, tapping over my soaked panties, making me gasp with a teasing smile. I run my tongue along my lower lip, keeping my eyes locked on the man who has tormented me all day just for existing... And some nasty desire cracks inside me.
Hah, why am I always like this? I can’t resist pushing a Dom... it’s always so much fun...
But a *Master,* it’s the first time — I wonder how it feels like tormenting one.
Mr. Pollock stands up and gives me his back so easily that I feel my chest sink in an annoying disappointment. His back is really wide, and I hate to realize it when he turns away, disappearing from my view...
“See, you can be a good girl when you want to.” Mr. Loyd pulls his hand away, but I can’t feel any more disappointment than I already do.
The fun is over, but I hate not being the one to say it.
“Yes, sir,” I say, withering, without any warmth taking hold of me. It makes me bite my lip hard, upset by this man’s effect on my body just by his eye.
I get up and sit down on the couch next to Mr. Loyd, my eyes still on the crowd, hoping that he has returned and I can prolong that incredibly pleasing feeling a little longer, but it is useless... There is no familiar face amidst the shadows of the club.
“You got pretty wet today...” Mr. Loyd says low, touching my face, hooking his fingertips behind my neck, “Why didn’t you tell me you like playing in public so much? I would have offered sooner... maybe we could go to the Mirror Room.”
His words are sweet, and his brown eyes alternate between my eyes and lips. There’s a fair distance between our faces, but I prefer it that way. Loyd and I have never gone beyond plays, and we have never kissed.
Yes, he’s handsome and hot, and we have good chemistry, but...
*I’ve never felt like it.*
It’s been two years, and I still haven’t been able to give myself to someone else.
Two years, and I haven’t been able to have sex with someone else.
Well, maybe that’s why my body is reacting this way... I think I have reached the limit of holding back and am ready to explode.
“Maybe I like being seen...” I mutter, uncertain, noticing that Mr. Loyd slowly moves his hands down my jaw, touching my neck over the red lace that covers my skin and prevents it from being exposed.
“You know, Vicky... I’ve been thinking,” Mr. Loyd holds my neck tightly, looking at me intensely, “We’ve performed together a few times... And I know you get turned on.”
I take a deep breath while he’s slowly bringing our faces closer, keeping his gaze between my eyes and my lips... But instead of brushing our lips together, he moves them to my ear and says, “I want to feel you.”
His words surprise me, especially when his mouth moves to my jaw for a discreet kiss there.
I open my lips to answer him, but I finally see what I’ve been looking for — Mr. Pollock’s face in the crowd.
Now that the arousal has left my body, seeing him here is like a bucket of cold water straight to my head, and the reason is back in place, making me understand my situation... My *new boss* is watching me in a *kinky club*, being *spanked in a public play.*
Oh, damn... I’m so stupid!
Now, my secret side is hanging by a thread, and I can’t blame anyone but myself!
“Sorry, I... have to go,” I say with a short breath that makes him let go of my neck... In fact, he retracts his whole body, adding a space between us. I expected him to look at me with disappointment, but his always kind expression and understanding smile were still there.
“It’s okay. Thanks for playing with me.” Mr. Loyd takes my hand and places a delicate kiss on the back of it, letting me go the next moment.
I don’t think twice before getting up from the couch, straightening my skirt, no longer feeling the stares at me. I rush down the steps of the round stage and spot Kate at the bar, waving at me with a proud expression, but I can’t stay here a moment longer... I’ve already exposed myself too much to someone who is part of my daily world.
To Mr. Pollock, I’m Victoria Morgan... not the brat sub who just made a public play.
This secret of mine... I need to keep it under lock and key.
I can’t let anyone find out... Especially my new boss.