“Trust me, Alex. When you’re nearby, nothing about me is soft.”
Her grin broadens, a hint of pink tinging her cheeks. The waitress drops off two glasses of water, handing both to me and, following the rules of the red mask, pretends Alex doesn’t exist. Far from seeming offended, Alex smiles when I hand her the glass.
“So, what’s the appeal of it?” Alex’s soft blue eyes search my face from behind her mask. Her skin glows in the dim light, red light catching in her curls. “Besides the sex, obviously.”
“That’s a loaded question,” I chuckle. “Watch them,” I tell her, lifting my chin toward a couple in the middle of the room. A dom has his sub cuffed to a padded platform, a vibrator between her legs. “On the surface, he’s just getting her off, right?” Alex watches, eyes thoughtful, but she’s focused on the sub. “Not her. Look at her dom’s eyes. He’s watching every tiny movement she makes and using it to his advantage.”
I lean down, speaking low in Alex’s ear, breathing in her soft scent. “Her reactions dictate every move he makes. That shift of her hips. The tiny dip under her ribs when her breath hitches. The way she’s licking her lips, her fingers outstretched… she’s close, and he knows it.”
Alex turns to look at me, her breath teasing my skin, eyes dancing over my face. “That’s not what I meant. Believe me, I get it from her perspective. What doesheget out of it?” Her eyes dart to my lips, and I know she wants to know whatIget out of it.
“Thatiswhat he gets out of it. At least if he’s like me. Everyone is different. It’s a spectrum with a million different axis. But, if he’s like me, he gets off on watching her, touching her, controlling her. Deciding when, if, how, and how many times she gets to come… and he gets off on her letting him do it.”
Alex laughs softly. “Letting him? It looks like shewantshim to.”
I push her hair over her other shoulder. “Wants him to,” I agree, stroking along her shoulder blades. “Absolute trust like that? It’s a fucking turn on.”
Alex shivers, shifting her legs over my lap. “So how would it go?”
“How would what go?”
“If I wanted to do… that.” She gestures to the club at large and sips her water.
“That depends.” I trace circles around her ankle bone.
“On what?” she asks, leaning closer, her smile playful.
“On what you want. I’m a dom. I don’t switch.”
“I don’t have any interest in dominating you.” Alex licks her lips with a sexy little grin. “I don’t know that I’m submissive either, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”
I stroke a finger down the column of her neck and drag it along the plunging neckline of her dress. “Then we would set limits.”
“What kind of limits?”
“The things I could do to you and things I’m willing to do as a dom. Kissing, oral, biting, toys, anal, ropes, bondage, gags, PIV, condoms, edging, choking, nipple play—”
“Yes,” she interrupts.
“Yes?” I narrow my eyes at her.
“Yes.” Her grin turns devious.
“Spanking,” I say.
“Yes.”
“Flogging,” I raise my voice, issuing it as a challenge.
“Yes,” she laughs. “Why are you frowning like that?”
“Because now I’m worried you’re not taking me seriously.”
“I am taking it seriously!” she insists.
“Then why are you grinning like a madwoman?”
“Because all of that sounds like fun,” she says, like I’m stupid for asking. “Would you stop if I said, ‘red’?”