Sir Randy led Eva toward the middle of the crowd that was assembling in a semi-circle around Sir Dave. Once he stopped Eva quietly knelt at his feet. He gave her a radiant smile that shot like a lightening bolt immediately to her pussy. She quickly lowered her eyes for fear that he would see the lust that his very glance could summon in her loins. But, she realized it was too late when she heard his perceptive chuckle.
Eva saw Sir Sean on the other side of the semi circle that had assembled. He was standing in that wonderful dominant stance that she loved to see with his feat planted firmly and his arms across his chest. She saw the infamous salacious Mistress Syn kneeling quietly at his feet in perfect slave stance with her head bowed demurely.
And then she noticed that Syn was also squeezing her thighs and buttocks together rhythmically as if she was trying to stave off the orgasm that appeared imminent. Eva could certainly empathize after the many struggles she had had throughout the evening to avoid cumming without permission.
It was hard to believe that this was the same man who was squirming around on the floor making funny sexual innuendos at Syn earlier as Sir Silly. But, Eva also saw the beautiful ebony slave take quick glances up at the dominant man who definitely did not seem silly now. A look of awe and anticipation was on her face.
What was harder to believe was that the sassy talking Syn looked as if she had fallen hard for this man who seemed to be a chronic joker at first. Eva wondered what this man who was all Dom and all serious had in store for the lovely alpha slave of the House of Blaze.
She didn't have to wonder for long when she saw Sir Sean kneel down and take Syn's face in his hand and look into her eyes. He spoke quietly, but she could tell that he was telling Syn to cum as he placed his finger on her nose. Syn's entire body seemed to quake but she never made a sound. When it was over she only looked up at Sir Sean with a look of gratitude as they exchanged a sweet smile with one another.
Eva couldn't help identifying with the sight and thought of how good Syn's orgasm must have felt. Her pussy was juicing again and she followed an audible sigh of her own with a gulp of frustration. She didn't realize how loud her sigh was until she heard another low sexy chuckle from Sir Randy. She was too embarrassed to look at him so she only lowered her head.
Dominant men were so keenly aware of the sensual effect they had on women. Eva was thrilled to be the object of such a sexy man's desire, but she wondered why it always embarrassed her just as intensely as she cherished it.
Why couldn't she just accept the deep passionate looks of such wonderful men as the compliments they were, instead of fearing them? Was she still a prisoner of the "good girl syndrome" that her mother had drummed into her? She resolved to meet those dominant glances more openly until she became more accustomed and less troubled by them. But at the moment she was feeling a little anxious and she looked around the room at her Sir for reassurance.
Sir Dan had stayed where he was with the lovely Dragonspark kneeling shyly at his feet. He was absentmindedly stroking the delightful girl's pretty red curls as he gave Eva a sweet smile and a nod of approval. She was instantly calmed at the sight of her Sir, and she breathed a little sigh of relief. She was amazed at how he always seemed to know what she was thinking no matter where he was. She decided that was another of the thrilling things that she loved about dominant men.
Eva noticed Sir Randy's little slave had leaned her face against Sir Dan's leather clad thigh as if she was entranced. She snuggled her exquisite china doll cheek more closely against him with each stroke of his hand on her hair.
Eva realized then that Sir Randy's slave was taken with her Sir. She couldn't blame the girl because she knew so well how sexy and kind he was. Eva could also tell by the way Dragonspark was squeezing her pussy with each stroke of Sir Dan's hand that the sweet slave was more than anxious to be touched. She smiled thinking of the pleasure the girl was about to have with her wonderful Sir.
She looked around the room then and noticed that most of the slaves who had been bought were in various stages of sexual need. Some were squeezing their legs together like Syn was, some were wiggling wantonly, others were squeezing their eyes shut and breathing deeply, a few were clinging seductively to the legs of their Masters for the night, and a few were biting their bottom lip trying to quell their incredible need to be used. With all the sex that had been presented and eluded to during the evening she was sure all the slaves must be in the same sexual angst that she was. She gulped again as she squeezed her own legs together.
Eva hoped her Sir would have lots of fun with Sir Randy's precious little one. She smiled at the sight of them and the thought of what was going to happen as she peeked up at Sir Randy. He was watching her intensely.
He gave her a knowing nod as he held her leash a little closer and a little tighter. She was unable to move or even look away. She understood in that moment that she was truly the object of this amazing man's passion. The dominance with which he held her in his control riveted her. She looked at his face for understanding and it told her that he would have his way with her no matter what.
His gaze intensified and his wordless hold on her pussy took her breath away. He had that look that she had seen on her own Sir, and other dominant men, that seemed to pierce every part of her mind, body, and soul. But mostly his look mesmerized and captured her more surely than the leash in his hand ever could.
Suddenly she understood that it wasn't embarrassment that had made her unable to meet the look of a dominant man. It was fear. She feared that he would see just how much she wanted to be the perfect slut that she had been taught was wrong for a "good girl" to be. And she wanted to be that slut for him.
That he would take the time and interest in dominating her was what created the slave fire that raged in her belly. Everything in her wanted to lie down on the floor right in from of him and everyone in the room. She wanted to spread her legs wantonly and beg him to fuck her right then and there. The inferno in her cunt was almost unbearable. And when she saw the look on his face she almost came from the wave of sheer passion that heated every cell in her body from head to toe.
Sir Randy continued to hold her with the raw lust in his eyes as he stooped down beside her. "You are a hot little slut puppy aren't you girl?" he asked.
"I think so Sir," she murmured as she looked down at the floor.
And then, she felt him jerk her head up to face him with the leash. "When I speak to you I expect you to look me in the eye unless I tell you to do otherwise. Do you understand?"
