She met his blue eyes, which were hot with arousal. It wasn’t difficult to admit how attracted to him she was. The rugged hair on his face, his dark locks and bright blue eyes, broad shoulders, and muscled build from construction work all appealed to her. The tight leather pants outlining his erect cock were damn sexy and she knew someone had to have advised him on his outfit. Olivia loved a man in a harness. Harnesses provided so many interesting options to play with.

“Luke, you’re with me.”

The flame in his eyes flared with excitement and lust, and Olivia felt her pussy clench in response.

Just for tonight, she reminded herself.

5

Hell.

Olivia was in hell.

She was going to find out who had talked Luke into assless pants and she was going to make them pay.

The man had a damn fine ass.

But those pants?

Like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

She hadn’t realized until she’d had everyone kneel down and then began to circle around him as she’d explained the various times a submissive might kneel and how they might position their hands when they did so. When she’d caught a glimpse of the pale skin of his ass bright against the gleaming leather of his pants, she’d nearly choked on her words.

While she couldn’t prove Luke had help getting dressed, and she definitely couldn’t prove who had offered the help, she had her suspicions. Michael was both a sadist and liked to stir shit up and she was pretty sure this had his name written all over it.

Pure fucking torture. As if she hadn’t already been aroused just by Luke quietly kneeling down and going through the different hand positions as she described them. All of the subbies were doing so, but her attention was focused on Luke. The others had their own dominants to focus on them and correct them as needed.

And now she was distracted as hell because all she wanted to do was get him on the spanking bench and see how he liked the crop he kept eyeing so curiously.

Topping him tonight was such a bad idea. Too late to back out now though. She told herself she wasn’t happy about that.

She wasn’t.

Kneeling was strange.

Even though he’d had the image of kneeling to pleasure Olivia orally, kneeling for the sake of kneeling... well it wasn’t quite as easy as he’d initially imagined. Although he liked a bossy woman, being entirely quiescent, unmoving, waiting for her to do something... it felt odd. Luke considered himself secure in his masculinity, but there was definitely something unsettling about being the only man kneeling in the room. He didn’t think the other men were judging him, and yet he still felt awkward.