Pointing toward the car, she stoodstraighter. “Now shoo, I’ll keep her away from anything electrical for at leastthe next twelve hours.”
I rolled my eyes. “Good luck with that.”
Getting in the car as she laughed, I headedtoward the interstate. The club was a bit of a drive, but with my nerves andall the caffeine I’d consumed, I could use the time to relax.
I still wasn’t sure I was making the rightdecision, but I kept driving, so part of me must’ve thought it was at least aninteresting plan.
Yeah, interesting was probably a good wordfor it.
“I’m going to a BDSM club when I don’treally know if I’m into it. I don’t know if I’m a Dom or a sub. And evenbetter, I’m looking for a man, possibly a male Dom, when I’ve never even dateda guy.”
I’d lost my fucking mind.
At least I could say it hadn’t been myidea.
Women were so fucking bossy.
If it actually worked out, Laura and Natwere never going to let me forget it.
By the time I’d parked near the nondescriptwarehouse-looking building, I still hadn’t decided what I was doing. The onlything I knew was that something had to change, and this was the only thing thatfelt right.
But what did that say about me?
The walk to the door didn’t give me nearlyenough time to figure that out either. But itwasenough time to lookawkward and stressed.
Great.
Even the quiet but well-built man at thedoor gave me a concerned look before checking my name and pointing me towardthe locker rooms.
I’d found an entirely new reason to bestressed by the time I left the small private area.
My clothes.
I still maintained that I looked good inthe jeans. The problem was that the people I immediately noticed as subs wereall wearing far less clothing than I was, and none of the men who seemed to bethe Doms had their nipples pierced and mine were now clearly showing throughthe thin t-shirt I was wearing.
Why did sub mean I had to run around likeI’d forgotten most of my clothes?
I didn’t want people to automaticallyassume that I was a Dom, because that wasn’t what I was hoping to explore. ButI wasn’t going to run around with my ass hanging out either.
I couldn’t decide whether to take off thethin shirt or to go back into the locker room and put back on the oversizedblack shirt I’d worn over to my mother’s. Neither sounded like a good idea, butat least the other shirt was thick and would hide the nipple piercings.
So far my mother hadn’t noticed them yet,but if my tattoos hadn’t gone over well, then the barbells in my nipples wouldgo over like a lead balloon.
Before I could decide what to do, a veryperky, nearly naked man skipped over to me, beaming. “Landon?”
Nodding, I took a guess. “Conner?”
The mostly unclothed man smiled even widerand all his wiggling was making it hard to ignore the obvious cock cage underhis small, nearly sheer black…shorts? Panties? Briefs?
I really wasn’t cut out for this.
I wasn’t sure what to call them, but theywere…distracting, and my fight to maintain eye contact only seemed to make himmore amused.
“If you weren’t supposed to notice me, I’dwear more clothes.” His grin broadened as I tried to hide my discomfort. “Justdon’t leer. Be polite.”
When I nodded, he continued like we hadn’tjust been discussing his lack of clothing or his apparent desire for attention.“Let’s go sit down first. Would you like something to drink? Non-alcoholicwould be best for tonight.”
I’d read the rules about playing andalcohol, so I nodded and followed him to the bar. “Water?”
