Page 32 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions

“Ah, Master Mal has finally arrived.”

My attention was drawn to the front stage where Liam had been setting up the deflowering ceremony the day before. Valentino was now standing on the stage with nearly everyone in the main room gathered around the base. It was late enough in the evening that the place was nearly packed.

The heads and bodies prevented me from seeing what was at Valentino’s feet on the stage.

“Won’t you join me?” Valentino offered, holding his hand out in invitation.

“A moment?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Valentino lowered his arm and nodded. Even at our distance, I would swear I saw approval in his eyes.

I headed towards the bar. As soon as she saw me, my little owl’s face lit up. That right there would be worth what was about to happen on stage, but fuck, it still cut deep that she’d nearly been in tears.

Just as I had the night before, I placed my arms on the bar on either side of her body. Caging her in. Only this time, she was facing towards me and her thighs spread to welcome me closer to her.

My lips came down on hers, fully aware that our first kiss had a fucking audience. Her fists gripped my dress shirt tightly.

The kiss wasn’t gooey or overly romantic. Actually, it was a bit sloppy. And instinct told me that kissing was also something my little owl was not used to doing. That was fine by me, though. I was more than happy to teach her.

“Little Owl,” I greeted, barely lifting my mouth off of hers.

“Master Mal,” she replied. “Thank you for my pizza.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” I stepped back slightly, needing to see her face. She was wearing a black wig tonight but the same blue contacts. “I need to go join Master Valentino on stage. Would you like to go upstairs to wait for me?”

She bit her lip, glancing at the stage. “Will you…” Her eyes dropped. “I have no right to ask this of you, Master Mal, as we have not discussed an arrangement between us, but I don’t wantyouto punish her.”

I touched my fingers below her chin and gently nudged her until she looked up at me. “You don’t want me to punish her or you don’t want me to fuck her?”

My little owl swallowed, but she did not back down. Good girl. “Both.”

My lips twitched. “I promise, Little Owl. I will only observe to ensure her punishment meets my satisfaction. But you and Iaregoing to discuss terms, and soon.”

Her eyes lit with excitement. “We are?” Then she added, “Sir?”

“We are,” I assured her. “Now, answer my question. Will you stay here or would you like Joey to take you upstairs to finish your pizza?”

She looked to the stage again and then answered, “Upstairs, please.”

“Very well.” I looked over her head at Joey behind the bar. “Stay with her,” I ordered. “I have Room Six reserved. She needsto finish her slice and drink an entire bottle of water by the time I get up there.”

Joey nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I stepped back, offering a hand out to let my little owl jump down from the stool. Fuck, she was so small.

“May I dance while waiting for you, Sir?”

I shook my head. “No, Little Owl, you may not. You will eat your pizza and drink your water as I have instructed.” Lowering my head, I whispered into her ear, “I am the only one you’re allowed to dance privately for.”

Her cheeks heated, but she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

As she turned away from me, I delivered a sharp pinch to her fuckable ass. She squeaked, but kept going. Joey followed along with her pizza box.

I stayed where I was, waiting until she disappeared up the staircase, and then turned my attention back to the room. It was silent, with nearly every pair of eyes on me.

I strode forward, the couples, throuples, and singles making a path for me as I walked to the stage. Once I was closer, I saw that Valentino had stripped Dominique naked and had her frog-tied at the edge of the platform. Her bare pussy glistened at her audience. The expression she gave me blatantly told me to look, to admire.

I tipped my head up at Valentino, ignoring her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her frown at my indifference.