The instructions had been simple. "I want you in my eyes; go dance. If anyone wants to dance with you, let them. Don't worry about them touching you. If it's not allowed I'll step in." Simple but utterly confusing, a one-two punch of heart melting sweetness chained to the possibility someone would touch her in a way she didn't want. Worse possibly in a way he didn't want and then did that make her bad because it happened or good because she did exactly what he told her to do?<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/HannahHC.jpg)</div>Of course she obeyed but not until after blue eyes searched his looking for reassurance to go along with his control. Hannah held onto his hand until the last possible moment as she walked away from their tiny table, arm outstretched like she was making a boyfriend adventure post on Insta. Even on the floor she kept herself facing him and it took a disapproving look and a subtle but firm motion of his hand to direct her further out onto the floor. It didn't take long until someone moved up to her, matching her rhythm and taking the sway of her hips as an invitation to put his hand on them.<br/><br/>She'd been so excited to be taken out by Connor to the club. Worried about being under the drinking age she'd tossed up barriers to getting in, really just silly manifestations of anxiety, and he'd firmly soothed them away. At the door Connor spoke to the man controlling the rope and there'd been no fuss, just a quiet click of brass hook as unclipped the rope and stepped aside to let them in, Connor's hand around her wrist rather than holding her hand, a reminder he was in charge. Giddy, anxiety barely held in and trying to spill out as nervous energy and too quick laughter, it had taken several sips of Connor's drink to calm her down. When they went out, even just to eat, she never ordered. Connor shared his meal and drink with her, as much as he thought she deserved and when he thought she should have it. It was a little like when she'd had braces, food torn into finger sized pieces but this time it was his fingers delivering them to her mouth, often taking a moment to trace her lower lip or sneak inside to demand her tongue show her longing for him.<br/><br/>More than once she glanced towards Connor after the man put his hand on her but the table was empty. Where was he! Hair swirled as her head turned side to side but there was no sight of him. Oh my God, had he left her! Without a word she ducked away from the man, not understanding the words but only hearing his voice as he complained when Hannah ghosted him on the floor.<br/><br/>He wasn't anywhere! Not at the bar, not at their table which had already been claimed by someone else, not even in the Men's Room and she'd asked a guy to check, describing Connor's outfit and looks. In her head Hannah knew Connor was here, probably playing a game by tormenting her like this, but her heart cried out that he'd dumped her. Several frantic minutes of almost hyperventilating in a stall in the Ladies Room passed before she could calm down enough to go back onto the floor.<br/><br/>Connor had told her to dance, to not worry. It was what he wanted and if she did it then he'd be happy with her. Tell her she was good, a good girl even, and everything was going to be okay. She just had to trust Connor. Had to obey him.<br/><br/>Back on the floor she threw her nerves into her dancing, phsycially forcing them out of her body. It wasn't quite like where Connor took her when he played but it was close enough to almost force thought out of her head. Thus, it took a minute to realize she was dancing with someone else, a girl. Rewinding the conversation in her head Hannah replied. "Hey. I'm Hannah," using the excuse of Jessi's presence as a partner she turned more into the other girl, shutting out the possibility some guy would try to take her place. Hannah wasn't like that, hadn't even kissed a girl on a dare at a party or had an almost sweetly sapphic touch of lips with her best friend but it might just keep the boys away from both of them. Jessi was just asking for help. Right?<br/><br/>"My-" Master, Dom, no no no "-boyfriend is here somewhere," she said, a noticeable pause as she sorted out what not to tell a stranger about her relationship to Connor. "Is your friend going to be okay? Did the guy feel sketch?" she asked, worried about someone she didn't even know for someone she'd just met. Hannah was forever trying to own other people's problems, something Connor and she were working on but not making much progress.<br/><br/>A bump from behind pushed her into Jessi, Hannah's hand gripping Jessi's upper arm to keep from falling. "Oops, sorry!"<br/>