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  “You should ask before you touch,” she said quietly, looking at him over her shoulder. This close the blue of her eyes seemed to jump out at him.

  He lifted his hands from her. “May I?” he whispered and liked the way his breath stirred her hair. “Touch you?”

  “Yes. It would please me.”

  Smiling, Rick resumed his slow caress of her arms. Even with heels she was still an inch or so shorter than him. He liked her muscle tone, loved the softness of her skin. “I like pleasing you,” he said, “but the caliber of D/s in this club is beyond my experience. Somebody recently asked me if I was a simple masochist and my honest answer was I hope not.”

  She turned, looked at him with a focus that made him feel as if nothing but him existed in her universe at that moment.

  “What are you looking for?”

  He grinned crookedly. “They pretty much asked that too. I know I want more. I like being tied up during sex. I like to be whipped, punished but I also like making love and treating a woman like a lady.”

  “What about long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners?” Brenna asked with a wry grin. She chuckled and it took any possible offense out of the cliché.

  “Yeah. Them too. Only I hate sand in my shoes and I really hate my own cooking.” He shrugged and touched her arm again. “The one thing I do know is I’m looking for a woman, somebody special. Somebody who can flog my ass and love doing it as much as I love feeling it.”

  “Well, the flogging part I can take care of. As to the rest, my momma always told me to make a man woo me before making up my mind about him. And to always wear clean panties.”

  Rick laughed. “Do you follow Momma’s advice? At least about the panties?”

  “Who says I’m wearing panties?” Brenna taunted then released a pulley, lowering two steel rings from the ceiling.

  “I think I’m in love,” Rick murmured as he took a step forward and watched. The mechanism was quite simple. The rings, though, were substantial and looked like the ones gymnasts used. He glanced around the large playroom. “Um, I heard this place has private rooms. How about we—”

  “No.” The sharpness of her tone cut him off. “You’re going to ask a stranger to take you someplace alone, tie you up and leave you vulnerable to anything. That’s foolish and you don’t strike me as a foolish man.”

  “Oh. Um. Put that way, I see your point.”

  His acquiescence seemed to soften her ire. “In time perhaps, if we enjoy scening together and I’ve proven you can trust me, you can ask me to dominate you in private. Now, what shall I use?” she said thoughtfully. She tapped a lacquered nail against her lower lip and walked over to a wall-mounted case several feet away.

  He watched her but he also glanced around the room again. Malcolm, still sitting at the bar, shot him a look, made a motion with his fist as if he was jacking off then grinned, only it looked more like a snarl. Most likely he was pissed because Rick had nabbed Brenna before he’d had a chance to.

  Rick just grinned back and didn’t care if he looked goofy or not.

  He also noticed other male subs watching him. None of them looked friendly. When their eyes weren’t tracking Brenna, they were glaring at him. Oops. Looks as if he’d stepped on some toes tonight, not that he cared. He returned his attention to Brenna.

  Standing beside the case now, she touched various toys as if she was considering them. She also kept an eye on him and Rick got a sense she was looking for his reactions. He liked that. He also felt comfortable because she exuded control while definitely paying attention to what he wanted.

  When she touched a strap-on dildo, he grimaced. Thankfully she moved her hand away from it. Next she touched a delicate suede flogger. It looked a little lightweight for his tastes and he shrugged. She moved on again. The next flogger was heavier than the first and looked a lot like the one she’d used last week. Rick felt his eyes widen with interest and when they did, she paused but then continued on.

  When she touched a flat crop, the corner of his mouth tipped up and he licked his lips. He felt his grin widen when she selected the crop, slapped her palm with it then strolled back to him on those legs he couldn’t take his eyes off.

  “Next time,” she said when she was standing in front of him, “bring your own toys. The ones available here are always sterilized but it’s healthier if you use your own things.”

  “I will.” Rick nodded then paused. “What do I call you?”

  “Explain.”

  “Well, do you want me to call you Mistress like that guy last week did?”

  “That decision is yours. During a scene, it might help get your head more into it if you do call me Mistress or Mistress Brenna. You can call me baby, honey or sweet cheeks for that matter,” she added with a grin. “I’m fine with anything so long as it isn’t insulting or degrading. That I’m not into so if you like to be called names or be made to crawl, I won’t do that for you.”

  Rick nodded. This was definitely the kind of woman he liked…smart and a sense of humor. “Works for me. So, I’m yours to command, Mistress,” he added with an emphasis that made her smile. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Relax. Enjoy,” she purred and moved around him slowly. “May I touch you?”

  “Absolutely.” He inhaled with pleasure when she trailed her fingertips over his shoulder then down to his hip. Her touch was light but deliberate. It raised gooseflesh and made him shiver with anticipation. His first guy reaction was to hide his response from her. Just one of the lady’s fine fingers on his body reduced him to a grunting Neanderthal. Around her, his cool was nonexistent.

  But then again, around her, he had zero desire to be cool. He wanted to let the chemistry between them run wild.

  “Strip.” Her voice had that deep, commanding bite to it and his cock twitched in response. Despite his reservations and earlier anxiety, his rod swelled at the idea of baring himself for this beautiful woman. He wasn’t an exhibitionist but he was confident about the way he looked. Getting naked in a roomful of strangers wouldn’t be his first choice but he was really getting off on the idea of obeying Brenna. He also noticed she’d maneuvered them so they were standing by the back wall, away from the other players. His back was to the room so that was the only thing they’d see. As he began unbuttoning his shirt, Rick realized he had no problem flashing his ass if this woman asked him to.

  There was a certain power, a freedom that came from obeying her sexually. He hadn’t realized his shoulders had tightened up until they relaxed. His respiration rate slowed.

  As Brenna strolled back and forth in front of him, Rick kept his focus on her. She kept her focus on him. Even when some other sub groaned loudly somewhere behind them, her eyes never left him, although he glanced backward. When he’d pulled the tails clear of his pants and his shirt was unbuttoned, she took it from him, folded it carefully and set it on a chair. He undid his belt and the top button on his pants with what he hoped was seductive slowness. Brenna rewarded him with a smile that made him feel hot and cold all over at the same time.

  She actually licked her lips when he lowered his zipper. After that he had no patience for seduction and toed off his shoes and dropped his drawers faster than she could gather them up. Like his shirt, she took care of his remaining clothing. Rick knew he hadn’t really thought this through but he was glad luck was on his side. A woman who’d fuss over somebody else’s socks had to be the kind of Domme who’d take care of her sub. He thanked his lucky stars that, for tonight at least, that sub was him.

  “Hmm, your body pleases me very much,” she murmured and, slowly, circled him. Rick stood up straight, turned his head to follow her progress, dipped it to watch her index finger slide down the thin line of hair arrowing down to his groin. When she stopped before reaching his bush and grinned up at him, he groaned in disappointment. Still smiling, she passed her palm over the ridges of his abdomen, stroked the demarcation between chest and shoulder as if she was mesmerized by it, pressed a long, soft k
iss to his upper arm. The pleasure and anticipation it roused in him made him shiver. When he saw the outline of her mouth branded in lipstick on his skin he grinned as if he was drunk. Bearing Brenna’s mark, even if it was only in lipstick, stirred him more than was probably healthy. He hissed when his cock hardened fully and fast.

  “Hang on to the rings,” she ordered in that same whiskey-dark voice. Rick complied eagerly. The rings were low enough that his upper arms sat comfortably parallel to the floor. His forearms turned up about ninety degrees from them. “Don’t let go until I tell you you can. What’s your safeword?”

  He usually used “cream” but with this woman he wanted something new, something theirs alone. “Bulldog,” he blurted out then shook his head. “That sounds like I’m trying too hard.”

  “It sounds perfect,” Brenna corrected him gently. She massaged his biceps and stood close enough that her slick vinyl dress nestled against him.

  Her breasts felt wonderful pressing into him and they swelled over the scoop neck of the dress. The sides of her shoes felt cool against his arches. She nudged his feet apart.

  “Feet shoulder width apart. Very good. I’m pleased. You please me,” she added and when he dropped his mouth to hers, she stepped back and smacked the crop handle against his hip.

  Rick hissed but was more surprised than anything.

  “Subs remember their manners and ask. They don’t take,” she said coolly then ran the crop over the spot she’d smacked. It kept him aware of her control, the power he wanted her to exert over him. They barely knew each other but he felt comfortable with her, and realized he was relaxing into their scene without effort.

  “In fact,” she continued, “I want to hear you talk, starting now. I’m not a mind reader and you’ll be disappointed if you assume I am. Tell me if something’s working for you, if you’d like me to vary what I’m doing or try something different.”

  Rick swallowed then moistened his lips. “I want to kiss you. And I want you to turn my ass red with that thing,” he said. He grinned when she laughed quietly.

  “I’ll kiss you when I choose and only if you’ve earned it. As for turning your ass red, hmm, let’s see…” Her voice trailed off seductively as she walked around him. At all times, he felt her touch. Fingertip, palm, the brush of her thigh, the softness of her arm moved over him in turn. It was erotic, loving, and over-the-top hot. She kept up a stream of praise too. Everything heightened his comfort level and with that came anticipation—sexual and sensual.

  “Your back’s fantastic,” she murmured and he felt the tip of her nose, her breath on his skin. “Broad shoulders, deep muscles…perfect for whipping.” Her hands circled his waist lightly and she eased his body back into hers. “I love how strong you are and your skin’s turning me on like crazy. The way you smell is making me wet.”

  He grunted when his balls cramped with lust.

  “Hmm, and your ass…your ass is so round and hard I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”

  “Please. Yeah,” he groaned and his head rocked backward. The chains above him creaked when he pulled hard on the rings. She stepped in front of him, touched the flat tip of the crop to his left pec then pulled back and slapped him very lightly with the smooth leather again and again. Rick’s breath caught then came faster, deeper. The accumulated strikes tingled then made the spot pink up as blood and warmth rushed to the surface. The sight of his marked skin was erotic as hell. What was it about the smell of leather, the sound of it hitting him that got him so hot it felt as if the skin on his cock was about to split? He moaned in protest when she stopped, admired her handiwork, blew on his hot skin then laid the flat of the crop on the exact same spot on his right pec. His hips punched forward when she started hitting him again.

  She must have been keeping count because when she finished both sides of his chest were equally pink. Brenna laid her cool hand on his skin but didn’t rub, which he appreciated. Getting spanked was one thing but having somebody rub your road rash afterward took all the fun out of it.

  “Tell me how much it hurts on a scale of one to ten.”

  Rick blinked. With his dick that hard, it wasn’t easy to focus on anything else. Finally he remembered what she’d said to that female sub the week before. “Two,” he answered then grinned when he remembered their scene. Being a guy, he loved girl-on-girl action, even though he only got to watch. When Brenna walked behind him he sucked in a breath and waited. The end of the crop touched his back, just above his shoulder blade, and he groaned when he felt the first, light smack. Like last week, she set a predictable pattern and Rick loved it. It was so easy to get into the flow of the strikes, anticipate them, let the sting build and morph into pleasure. Everything about Brenna’s technique was smooth and controlled. Even though he begged her to hit him harder, she increased the strength behind her hits imperceptibly, let it build so slowly he was sweating and groaning with frustrated need.

  He was so completely in love.

  Hanging on to the rings was a challenge. If he’d been bound like he was used to, it wouldn’t be an issue. Having to hold on himself and concentrate required a mental discipline that complemented the sensations peppering him. He breathed through the discomfort and willed himself to hang on.

  Each time Brenna paused— and she paused often— she touched his face with her soft hand, caressed the center of his chest. She talked to him, made him answer obvious questions as if she was checking his alertness, massaged his arms and asked if they were falling asleep. Sometimes she just held him and it was all Rick could do to keep hanging on to the rings like she’d demanded instead of wrapping his arms around her and asking if she’d like to shack up with him for the rest of her life.

  Frustration made him moan when she stepped back. His cock bobbed angrily, blatantly asking her to come back and snuggle some more. The rhythm of the crop remained constant as the force behind the hits increased imperceptibly. The sting became a nagging throb, the throb an exquisite ache that sank into his muscles, the ache turned to pain. His body wanted to jerk away but his head, lulled by the slow and steady buildup of sensation, filled with the sweet tension of an endorphin rush. He felt his lips pull back from his teeth in an animalistic smile. Pain and pleasure morphed into an erotic high that surpassed the polar sensations. Behind him he heard Brenna breathing, heard the physical strain she was exerting, and felt the head of his cock smear his belly with precum as she worked him over.

  When he rated the pain at five she let it hover there, then to his disappointment and delight, began to back off. He wanted more of what this talented, careful woman had given him…wanted more of her. But the denial was sweet and hardening himself against the instinct to protest, complain even, gave him a sense of worth. That validation was something he earned honestly. Although he’d never explained it to anyone, it balanced the godlike way some people viewed him and his work.

  At the end she tapped him with the crop so gently it made no sound. She set the crop down. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed. Expecting a rebuke, he nonetheless stared at the way her breasts rose and fell with the speed of her breathing. A fine sheen of sweat made her arms and chest glisten. Rick opened his mouth to ask if he could lick her all over.

  “Let go of the rings,” she said softly and, again grinning drunkenly, Rick obeyed. She stood very close and held him when he rolled his shoulders before hugging her tight. The small hand on the back of his neck felt cool, perfect. His cock hurt more than anything she’d done to him and it dug into the smooth vinyl of her dress, the soft warmth of her belly beneath. She didn’t ask how he felt, just let him hang onto her in silence, take what he needed from her closeness. Her touch comforted and reassured him. That caught him off guard.

  Rick wasn’t a needy guy. He was self-sufficient and proud of it. But this woman gave him the freedom to let go of that for a while.

  “What would you say if I told you I loved you?” he whispered and was surprised when he heard the words out l
oud.

  “I’d say I was flattered but you’re coming down from an endorphin high. That doesn’t mean I don’t cherish hearing you say it though,” she added when he stiffened.

  “Huh. And I thought you said you weren’t a mind reader.”

  “Maybe for you I’ll make an exception.”

  He lifted his head off her shoulder and leaned his forehead against hers. “I’d like that kiss now, please.”

  She seemed to hesitate then tipped her mouth up to his. “For you, yes.”

  Her mouth was so soft. Gradually Rick tightened his hold on her, loving the shifting weight of her breasts between them. The kiss felt more intimate than anything else they’d done. Breathing her in, tasting her, let him consume part of her. And it felt as if she was consuming him. She touched his arms then wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, holding him to her with just enough pressure to make him feel claimed, loved, safe. When she touched her tongue to his lips, Rick opened them with a groan, tilted his head and took her mouth as if he was entitled to it. She didn’t rebuke him and he moaned with pleasure. The few Dommes he’d been with hadn’t wanted him to assert any needs over them. For them it had been about the control, as if they refused to acknowledge he was bigger, stronger, horny as hell and wanted to express that in a way that thanked them for dominating him.

  Brenna seemed to melt into him but she also kissed him just as hard and fervently as he kissed her. She smelled wonderful, tasted even better and if those soft, sexy sounds she was making were any indication, she was getting off on kissing him as much as he was getting off on kissing her. This was a woman he could fall for.

  “Come home with me,” he whispered against her mouth. “Let me make love to you.”

  She squirmed as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin then eased her body away from his. “Not yet. I don’t know you well enough.”

  “At least that’s not a no.”

  “That’s not a no,” she acknowledged with a small nod. She kissed his jaw then stepped away to retrieve a towel from the same cabinet that had held the crop. Methodically, following the progress of the towel with soft kisses, she dabbed the sweat from his body, taking extra care not to rub the spots she’d struck.