My Addiction (Club Desire #2)(10)
At that thought, a shiver ran through her, followed by searing heat. Both headed straight between her thighs, where she was already slick and ready for anything Master Dex might dream up for her.
Dex cleared his throat. “Let’s discuss your preferences and limits. I like to make sure the information I’m working with is up to date before I make a plan for a scene.”
Kate wrestled her thoughts out of the endorphin haze they were caught in. “My safe word is pickle,” she blurted, since she wasn’t sure where to start.
Dex raised a brow, looking genuinely curious. “I’ve heard a lot of interesting safe words since joining the lifestyle, but that’s a unique one. Is it something you’ll remember in the heat of passion?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ve had the same safe word since I entered the lifestyle. I know it sounds silly, but it’s from a cheesy British zombie movie my friends and I watched until we had it memorized.”
Dex laughed. “That was Shaun’s mother’s pet name for him in the movie, wasn’t it?”
“You’ve seen Shaun of the Dead?”
“Many times. It’s a classic.” His expression and demeanor showed her he was being honest and not just humoring her.
Kate was sure she looked surprised. “I’m not used to Doms admitting to having actual likes and dislikes that don’t sound like their answers have been developed specifically for a press release.”
She took a sip of her latte, watching him over the rim of the white porcelain cup. “In college, my friends and I started using pickle as a word that meant ‘stop’ or ‘I don’t like that.’ It began as a joke between us because we were all so glad our parents didn’t dub us with ‘Pickle’ as a pet name.
“When safe words were explained to me, my first Dom demanded a word that I would use automatically if I wanted all play to stop. That was the first word that popped into my head.”
Dex gave a quick nod of approval. “Good. That’s one we’ll both remember. Now what about your limits?”
She tried and failed to hold back a smirk. “No cricket bats during play.”
He laughed at her direct reference to the weapon used in the movie to kill zombies, and she joined him, loving this nonsexual connection with a Dom outside of a scene. She wondered what it would be like to have a Dom she played with as a friend, rather than just as the equivalent of a human sex toy. Not that any Dom would appreciate being called that.
She looked past Dex at the far wall behind him. Talking about her limits was her least favorite part of negotiating with a new Dom. Although she hoped she wouldn’t have to argue with Master Dex that her limits were reasonable, and that she meant them.
She returned her gaze to his. “I have a few preferences, but to be honest, I haven’t told quite a few of the Doms I play with exactly what they are, because most of them withhold a sub’s preferences. I think more for the appearance of them controlling their subs than any type of tactic to heighten the sub’s pleasure.” Her brows bunched, and she frowned. “I mostly emphasize my limits.”
A flicker of some dark emotion in Dex’s gorgeous dark brown eyes was gone before she could be sure she’d seen it. He was a very different kind of Dom than the ones who had abused her trust, and she wanted to be able to trust him.
He laid his hand on the table between them, his palm facing up. He glanced down at her hand still lying on her lap, and then met her gaze.
Without thinking, she raised her arm and laid her palm against his much larger one, enjoying the heat from his skin as it pulsed against hers.
He threaded their fingers together and turned his body so he shielded her from view of the few other booths that were filled. “Thank you for trusting me with that information, Kate. I promise you I won’t misuse it. My job as your Dom will be to show you how much pleasure your body is capable of, protecting you during scenes, and letting you experience the true beauty of the power exchange.”
She swallowed hard. “I’ve never played at any other dungeon. I’ve done sub training here, but from what a couple of other subs have told me, it’s not what it should be.” She pursed her lips. “That’s why I recently started looking around at other options. But with work and dealing with my father, I felt a bit overwhelmed at the thought of going to another club and starting all over again.”
Dex stroked his thumb along the side of her hand, sending zinging sensations over her skin. “Not a problem. I’ll keep that in mind as we play, and instruct you along the way. We can start light so you learn what I expect. Now, what about those preferences, or limits, if it’s easier for you to start there. I can assure you I’ve never used a cricket bat during play, although it might have possibilities.” He winked, making her laugh.
“All right.” She nodded, accepting that she already trusted Master Dex and was going to give him a chance to prove to her he was worthy of it.
“It’s sometimes difficult for me to orgasm, but a good flogging can get me there without any other stimulation. And by good, I mean done right.”
Her * clenched just thinking about the wonderful stinging sensations that turned into fiery pleasure against her skin. “I’ve only had two Doms do it well. Two different actors who I didn’t tell my preference, and who didn’t bother to ask about limits beyond my safe word. They are both in town only a few times a year, so it’s been a while since I’ve played scenes with either of them.”