humor and the way she gave as good as she got. He’d thrown away a prime opportunity to curb her wild streak and spent the weekend enjoying it, instead. What the fuck? He had never behaved that way with a sub in his life.
Some Dom he was.
Every taste of her had dissolved another layer of his control until it had felt like she, not he, was the one in command of their play. He was shocked she hadn’t noticed his poor form and called him on it. She was an experienced Dominant, after all. All that kissing? Making love in the bathtub? Calling her back Sunday night for what—a date? Dinner and dessert and a whole lot of straight-up vanilla fucking? There had been no discussion, no negotiations, and nothing to set boundaries on a relationship that needed structure and rules to exist. With behavior like that, he’d kick himself out of his own BDSM club.
Her effect on him was as unique as she was. His hand on her bare ass had felt like a key in a lock. Now he couldn’t shake their perfect fit. After last weekend, he knew he should stay away from her. Girls like Destiny were unpredictable. Thrill-seekers. They took every dare that came their way and did dangerous things when they got bored. He’d learned that lesson a lifetime ago with Lisa. Her quest for adventure had killed her, and from what he had observed of Destiny, she was made from a similar mold. Still, she fascinated him.
Johnny stood under the scalding spray, rinsing off the soap and struggling to pull something positive out of the weekend. She had clearly enjoyed herself, in spite of his poor performance. Maybe she would consider last weekend a warm-up in her submissive training and give him a chance to redeem himself. He could invite her to play with him again Friday night, at Master and slave night Upstairs.
If she said no, he’d know that submission was a one-time deal for her, that she was already looking for a new adventure, and he’d forget about her.
But if she said yes, he could prove himself to be a real Master, and, as an added bonus, their public play would give his reputation a boost…just in case she spilled the beans to anyone about that whole crazy bathtub and cheesecake episode.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying himself as he padded into his bedroom to find his cell phone.
First he would call his bar managers. Then he would put the Upstairs staff to work protecting the furniture. After that, he would have plenty of time to call Destiny to set up their date. This time, he’d make sure she understood everything he expected from her. Respect. Consideration. Obedience. And he’d make damn sure he stayed in control.
Chapter Five
Destiny swore as the loud ring of her cell phone nearly made her nick her ankle with the razor. She dried her hands and answered the phone, glad she had brought it into the bathroom with her. “Hello?”
“Hello, Destiny. How are you?”
Ever the solicitous Dom. She grinned. “Wet. I’m in the tub.”
As usual, the rumble in his voice woke her body. She gripped her phone carefully and settled back in the water to enjoy the effect he had on her.
“How wet are you?” he asked. She could hear the grin in his voice.
“Do you want me to check?” Destiny’s hand was already sliding under the water.
“I do.”
The hot water didn’t prevent her own moisture from coating her finger. She sighed.
“Do you miss me?”
“Maybe. Less now.” She circled the tip of her clit with her middle finger.
“I’d like to scene with you at the club this weekend, Destiny.” A thrill shot through her. “It’s Master and slave night Upstairs on Friday. Are you ready for that?”
“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “Let me think about it.” She hadn’t figured out where she belonged in the power dynamic yet, but the idea of sitting naked at his feet in a submissive pose in a room full of people made her want to stroke her clit hard and come fast against her fingers. How much more thought was
Some Dom he was.
Every taste of her had dissolved another layer of his control until it had felt like she, not he, was the one in command of their play. He was shocked she hadn’t noticed his poor form and called him on it. She was an experienced Dominant, after all. All that kissing? Making love in the bathtub? Calling her back Sunday night for what—a date? Dinner and dessert and a whole lot of straight-up vanilla fucking? There had been no discussion, no negotiations, and nothing to set boundaries on a relationship that needed structure and rules to exist. With behavior like that, he’d kick himself out of his own BDSM club.
Her effect on him was as unique as she was. His hand on her bare ass had felt like a key in a lock. Now he couldn’t shake their perfect fit. After last weekend, he knew he should stay away from her. Girls like Destiny were unpredictable. Thrill-seekers. They took every dare that came their way and did dangerous things when they got bored. He’d learned that lesson a lifetime ago with Lisa. Her quest for adventure had killed her, and from what he had observed of Destiny, she was made from a similar mold. Still, she fascinated him.
Johnny stood under the scalding spray, rinsing off the soap and struggling to pull something positive out of the weekend. She had clearly enjoyed herself, in spite of his poor performance. Maybe she would consider last weekend a warm-up in her submissive training and give him a chance to redeem himself. He could invite her to play with him again Friday night, at Master and slave night Upstairs.
If she said no, he’d know that submission was a one-time deal for her, that she was already looking for a new adventure, and he’d forget about her.
But if she said yes, he could prove himself to be a real Master, and, as an added bonus, their public play would give his reputation a boost…just in case she spilled the beans to anyone about that whole crazy bathtub and cheesecake episode.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying himself as he padded into his bedroom to find his cell phone.
First he would call his bar managers. Then he would put the Upstairs staff to work protecting the furniture. After that, he would have plenty of time to call Destiny to set up their date. This time, he’d make sure she understood everything he expected from her. Respect. Consideration. Obedience. And he’d make damn sure he stayed in control.
Chapter Five
Destiny swore as the loud ring of her cell phone nearly made her nick her ankle with the razor. She dried her hands and answered the phone, glad she had brought it into the bathroom with her. “Hello?”
“Hello, Destiny. How are you?”
Ever the solicitous Dom. She grinned. “Wet. I’m in the tub.”
As usual, the rumble in his voice woke her body. She gripped her phone carefully and settled back in the water to enjoy the effect he had on her.
“How wet are you?” he asked. She could hear the grin in his voice.
“Do you want me to check?” Destiny’s hand was already sliding under the water.
“I do.”
The hot water didn’t prevent her own moisture from coating her finger. She sighed.
“Do you miss me?”
“Maybe. Less now.” She circled the tip of her clit with her middle finger.
“I’d like to scene with you at the club this weekend, Destiny.” A thrill shot through her. “It’s Master and slave night Upstairs on Friday. Are you ready for that?”
“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “Let me think about it.” She hadn’t figured out where she belonged in the power dynamic yet, but the idea of sitting naked at his feet in a submissive pose in a room full of people made her want to stroke her clit hard and come fast against her fingers. How much more thought was
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