Chapter 8 

The room fell silent 

All eyes were on 

me 

sheer black l 

The heavy fabric of the robe pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed in the sheer black lingerie that clung to my skin like a second layer 

The chill in the air brushed against me, making my nipples tighten under the scrutiny of their stares 

It was hard enough for them to see. They murmured as they watched me. 

Some licking their lips in pleasure. 

My cheeks burned, but I didn’t move, forcing myself to hold my ground. 

Dominic’s smirk deepened as he raised his glass, the amber liquid inside catching the light. 

“Beautiful” he drawled, his voice smooth and deliberate, carrying just enough edge to make me shiver. “Gentlemen, this is Aria 

The other men in the room murmured their approval, their eyes roaming over my body without shame. 

I felt their gazes like hands, brushing against every inch of exposed skin. 

My stomach turned but I kept my expression neutral, refusing to let them see the vulnerability that bubbled just below the surface 

Dominic gestured to the platform at the center of the room, a raised dais surrounded by chairs, lit by the warm glow of overhead lights. 

“The stage is yours,” he said, his darke 

eyes locking onto mine. 

I hesitated my pulse pounding in my ears. 

My feet felt rooted to the floor, but I knew there was no turning back. 

Not now. 

Not ever 

This was what I had signed up for 

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, my bare feet brushing against the cool marble as I climbed onto the platform The music shifted, the rhythm slow and sexy, the bass vibrating through my chest as the lights dimmed, leaving only me in their spotlight. 

The moment stretched unbearably as I gripped the polished brass pole in the center of the stage. 

My hands trembled slightly, but i forced myself to move, letting the music guide me. 

I leaned back against the pole, arching my spine as my hands slid down its length, my hips swaying to the rhythm 

My body moved with a practiced grace every step deliberate, every turn calculated to hold their attention. 

The way they were staring at me felt suffocating. 

Even with the light I could see that their hands had gone in their pants. 

I gulped 

But I didn’t falter. 

My eyes swept over the crowd briefly, their gazes hungry, predatory. 

But it wasn’t their faces I cared about. 

It was his 

Dominic watched me like a king surveying his kingdom, his expression unreadable. 

Like he always did. 

He watched me like his prey. His toy that he couldn’t wait to use. 

He didn’t out his hands in his pants like the others. 

He didn’t whisper to the man beside him or exchange knowing glances 

He just watched 

As if he was addicted to me. 

His dark e eyes pinned me in place, following every twist and tum of my body. 

It was as though I were performing for him alone, the rest of the room fading into the background 

Heat pooled low in my belly, a strange and unwelcome sensation that I couldn’t ignore 

I spun around the pole, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders as I leaned forward, my knees brushing the floor. My gaze remained locked on his, searching for some sign of approval–or condemnation. 

Dominic’s lips curled into a slow satisfied smirk. 

Something in his expression made my chest tighten. There was no kindness in it, no tenderness. Only possession 

I belonged to him now, and he wanted me to remember it 

The music swelled, the tempo picking up as rose to my feet, my movements becoming bolder, more sensual. My body obeyed, even as my mind screamed at me to stop, to run. 

But I couldn’t run. 

Not from this. 

Not from him 

I dropped to my knees again, arching my back as my hands slid up my thighs, the movement deliberate and provocative The men whistled and cheered, their voices blending into a cacophony that barely registered. 

All I could see was Dominic, his gaze burning into me like a brand. 

By the time the song ended, my chest heaved with exertion, my skin slick with a light sheen of sweat. I stayed on my knees, my head bowed, the roar of applause ringing in my ears. 

The lights dimmed further signaling the end of my performance. 

Dominic rose from his chair, his presence commanding as he stepped onto the platform. The applause quieted as he approached, his polished shoes clicking softly against the floor. 

When he reached me, he extended a hand, his palm open and expectant. 

stared at it for a moment, my breath catching in my throat. Then, slowly, I placed m 

I my trembling hand in his 

His grip was firm, his skin warm against mine as he pulled me to my feet. 

Well done,” he murmured, his voice law and intimate, meant only for me. 

didn’t respond, my heart racing as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. 

Now the real work begins,” he whispered 

stared at him, my voice trembling. “What.. what do you mean?” 

Jominic smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t place–something dangerous. He straightened, his grip ightening on my wrist as he led me to the center of the room 

This is my game,” he said, his voice calm, almost conversational. This is my room. You follow my rules. Always.” opened my mouth to argue, to protest, but the words stuck in my throat 

Pick a safe word,” he said, his tone sharp, leaving no room for negotiation. 

ty pulse pounded in my ears, the weight of every pair of eyes in the room pressing down on me. “I don’t need one” anaged, though my voice wavered. 

ominic chuckled, low and cold. “Disobedient girl, he murmured, his hand trailing up my arm, “You always need one.” 

I 

e turned me to face the crowd of men, their gazes heavy and unapologetic. My cheeks burned, but Dominic’s hands on y shoulders kept me in place. 

Well?” he pressed. “Safe word ” 

Red,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Sood girl, he replied, satisfaction dripping from his tone. 

efore I could think, he spun me around and pressed me against the cool surface of a table. His hands moved quickly haining my wrists above my head. The cold metal bit into my skin, but the firmness in his grip made it clear I had no hoice 

tugged weakly at the chains. “1” 

You don’t speak unless I tell you to. Dominic said, his voice low but commanding “Understand?” 

nodded, my breath hitching as he stepped back, leaving me stretched out and exposed. 

e circled me like a predator, his gaze raking over my body. “Look at you, he murmured. “A stubborn little thing. But we’ll fix 

lat 

e pulled the chain tight, forcing my back to arch painfully. I gasped, my bod 

Chapter 5 

The first slap landed on my ass hard and sharp. I cried out, the sting radiating through me, but Dominic didn’t pause. He spanked me again, and again, each strike harder than the last 

“Disobedient,” he growled, punctuating the word with another slap. “But you’ll learn.” 

I bit my lip, the humiliation of being watched sinking in. The men surrounding us began to stir, some undoing their pants, their dicks hard and out in the open. My stomach twisted, a mix of shame and something darker pooling low in my belly. One man stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch me, but Dominic’s reaction was instant. 

His palm cracked across the man’s wrist, sending him stumbling back. “No one touches her, he snarled. “She’s mine.” The word sent a jolt through me, unexpected and visceral. My pussy clenched involuntarily, heat blooming between my thighs despite the overwhelming humiliation. 

Dominic’s hand found my ass again, spanking me harder, the sound echoing through the room. “You’ll obey,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “You’ll learn to listen.” 

I felt the fabric of my panties grow damp, the wetness spreading despite my mind screaming at me to resist. 

Dominic’s fingers trailed down my back, stopping just above my ass. “You feel that?” he asked, his tone mocking. “You’re dripping for me.” 

I clenched my fists, hating the way my body betrayed me. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vibrator, clicking it on. The soft hum filled the air, and my heart raced. 

Dominic pressed it against my clit through the sheer fabric of my panties, the vibrations jolting through me. My hips bucked involuntarily, a whimper escaping my lips. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, rubbing the toy in slow, deliberate circles. “See how easily your body listens?” 

I bit my lip, my nipples hard and aching as he continued. 

“Mine,” he said again, his voice low and possessive 

I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my lips, my body trembling as the wetness rolled down my thighs. 

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