in a long time. I did the last touches on my makeup. I'm wea

and some makeup, my dar

ay as they en

rs!" I say

t's

for tonight?" Ace asks on

n of alcohol, and I will

e says from the

*

hose to sit in the back with me. He's been acting strange lately. It all started after I said he was attractive out

don't like parties; the loud music, peo

r me, though, my doms said no alcohol. It's crazy, this BDSM thing. I wonder if pe

ut I can't have any of that." "I'll have it," Clay says, gulping down his and taking the other cup from the tray; he drinks it as well

I can't say no to that. I place my hands in his

around, my back on his chest. I continued to grind on him, feeling a little weird. We always dance with each other at part

inc

ste

hands moves from my waist to my leg, his warm finger trailing the skin. "Sir," I say, as I feel myself turning on. "Grind on me, princess," he says softly, his v

p to see A

im to join, but he just walks a

d did my business. I notice my neck while washing my hands. It's red. I can't believe what just happene

ee them arguing. It looks like that's what they're doing; they never argue. I then see Clay

then I remembered I couldn't have any alcohol. "Sorry, sir," I said, apologizing for wasting his time. "you're a submissive, aren't you?", He asks, "How do you know?" He laughs slightly, "I can tell, who's your dominant? If you don't mind me asking", I think for a second, wo

to see them still making out. They have

oo, they stopped kissing, and Ace rests his head on Clay'

says, and I turn to him

shing on her doms, who's alre

the brown-haired man. He seem

hy not te

it's deepe

is Jason." He stretched and ex

with his number on it, then l

er. My thing is, we're all best friends. Why would they not

ut was if I was jealous because they hid this from m