“With Ali?” the bartender asked.
“Yes.” Daniel took the bottles of water and turned on his heel, not giving the other Dom the chance to make any additional comments.
He’d known there would be some reactions to him and Ali playing together. Especially since he’d made it his mission over the last two years to negotiate play for her with other Doms. Brandon, of course, had been one of those Doms.
Daniel had watched that scene. Watched as the other Dom had bound her and played with her tits.
The memory hit him hard. At the time, he’d convinced himself it was for the best despite the way it had made him feel seeing her playing with someone else. Now that he’d been with her—now that she was his—replaying it in his head had him wanting to punch something.
As he reached the second floor once more, he could already hear a whip cracking inside one of the rooms. Cooper stood, arms crossed, as he watched the scene taking place inside. He glanced over at Daniel and gave a curt nod before turning back to what was going on inside the room.
Cooper was the club’s dungeon monitor. He was in his forties and had been a Dom for a decade before coming to work at the club. Unlike Brandon, Ali, and Bridget, he didn’t rotate his shifts with anyone so he could play. A lot of the members speculated on why that was, but as far as Daniel knew, no one knew for sure except Katrina.
Leaving Cooper and the rest of the club behind, Daniel entered room four and did a final inspection to ensure everything was exactly the way he wanted it. In the short time he’d been downstairs, the wax had melted in the warming pots and he’d made sure to have plenty of towels on hand. Playing with wax could get messy.
He checked the clock again. Six thirty-five. Ali would be along soon.
Taking a seat, he settled in to wait for his sub.
CHAPTER15
Bridget burstthrough the door at six thirty on the dot. “Sorry I’m late. I got stuck behind an accident on the other side of town.” She stripped out of her coat and hung it up on one of the hangers. “I need to change. Can you cover for me for a few more minutes?”
Ali looked at the time. “I have to be upstairs in fifteen minutes.” Then the clock changed. “Make that fourteen.”
Grabbing her bag, Bridget ducked into the nook that housed the coat check. “I’ll change here, then.”
Before Ali could react, Bridget was halfway undressed. She shook her head. “I would have waited, you know.”
“Yes, but then you would have been late.” She heard some rustling, then Bridget asked, “Who are you playing with?”
Heat rushed to Ali’s cheeks, anticipating her friend’s response. “Daniel.”
Bridget peeked out from behind the partition, her eyes wide. “Girl, you have got to tell me how you managed that, but for now you’d better get your butt in gear or you’re going to be late.”
Sure enough, Ali only had six minutes to get upstairs. “I’ll catch you later.” She eased out from behind the coat check and headed into the club.
Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she hurried toward the staircase. Daniel hadn’t looked pleased earlier when he’d seen her wearing her heels. Normally, she didn’t have an issue. She was used to heels. But after being on her feet so much earlier, her feet had been begging her for mercy. Even now, her feet hurt, but being out of the constricting heels helped.
The door to room four was closed when she approached. Cooper saw her and smiled. “He’s waiting for you inside.”
“Thanks,” she said and let herself into the playroom.
The lights were dim, but she spotted him right away. He sat in the corner, his eyes trained on her.
Ali walked over to him, kneeled, and lowered her head. He lifted his hand, resting it on top of her head. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. The back of his other hand brushed the side of her face before tilting her chin up. “Why are you breathing hard? Were you rushing?”
“Yes, Sir. Bridget was running behind and I didn’t want to be late.”
He nodded. “How are your feet?”
“Sore, Sir.”
“You shouldn’t have been wearing your heels earlier. You need to take better care of what’s mine.”
“Yes, Sir,” Ali whispered. It had been a long time since she’d had a Dom. She was used to taking care of herself. Pushing herself to meet others’ expectations.
“We need to talk before we get started with tonight’s scene.” He rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip. “I know you’ve done wax play before. Are there any body parts that are hard limits?”