“Perhaps you can look around and find new ideas, things you’d like to try.”
When he invited me to come to work with him tonight, I thought it meant we would fuck around.I put on my sexiest black dress and skimpiest underwear.
And now he’s leaving me alone.
“Oh, don’t pout, baby girl.”He grins.“If you’re very, very good, we can open the toy drawer when we get home.You can pick out something new to try.”
Shivers erupt over my skin at the predatory glint in his eyes, the flash of his sharp, white teeth.
Finding my courage, I lift my chin.“And if I’m bad?”
“We’ll still open the toy drawer.ButI’llchoose what we play with.”
Eep.Even though I’m clothed, I have to fight the urge to cover my nipples.
Thankfully, Betty takes that moment to ask if we’d like anything to drink.Gage presses his lips to my temple and retreats to his office.I order a raspberry-flavored water and begin my assignment.
I’m ready to find ideas to try, but it’s still early in the evening.Nobody is engaging in scenes, at least not in the big picture rooms.The St.Andrew’s cross is lonely, propped up in the corner.
Only a few of the tables and booths have people sitting at them.The most compelling group is a woman with three men.At first I think she’s their Domme because the men are so attentive to her.But after a few minutes, I realize it’s the opposite—she’s their treasured submissive.They tease her, fetch her a drink, make sure she’s absolutely comfortable.I’m amazed at how easy all three guys are with each other.Could Gage and Dmitri ever be that friendly?
After a few minutes, one of the guys tugs the woman into his lap.She blushes to the roots of her wavy brown hair.I wonder what he’s saying, or doing, to make her blush.It reminds me of that first time I was here with Gage.We sat in one of the booths and he fingered me beneath the table…
“Hey, there.”A deep voice startles me.
I spin to the side on my stool.I’m face-to-face with Car Guy.The last time I saw him, I was naked onstage and he was bidding on a night with me.The time before that, I was coming on Gage’s fingers in the car.
My cheeks become unbearably hot.I have a sudden urge to dump my icy water over my head.“Um, hi.”
“It’s been a while.”He smirks, no doubt enjoying my discomfort.
The man is gorgeous.I didn’t get a good look at his face when I was in the car with Gage.And then, at the auction, all the lights were on me.It was difficult to see features in the audience.Now, I can take in his pretty hazel eyes.His grin is playful, but the strong, square jaw hints at someone who knows how to handle trouble.
“Yeah, it’s been a while.”I’m not sure what else to say.
“I’m Seth.”He holds out a hand.
“Leah.”I accept the handshake.His fingers are warm, lightly callused.
“Are you waiting for Gage?”
“Yeah.”
“Too bad.Mind if I keep you company while you wait?”
I eye the stool next to me.It might be awkward to stare at the other kinksters with a new friend at my side, but this is a BDSM club, after all.I should get used to this sort of thing.“I guess not.”
“Thanks.”
He orders a coffee from Betty and turns around so we’re both facing the club at large.“Not a whole lot happening yet.”
“No, not yet.”I sip my water, trying to cool my head.“Is this normal for a Monday night?”
“Nothing’s normal here.”He grins.“Anne and her men are regulars.They’ll get up to something frisky before too long.I saw you watching them—does that dynamic appeal?”
I shrug.“Seems like a lot of pressure to perform.Would you want three partners?”
“I’m willing to try anything once.I can’t know if I like it until I try it.”He leans back against the bar’s edge, surveying the room like he owns the place.“How about you?”
