My Addiction (Club Desire #2)(11)
Dex squeezed her hand lightly, their fingers still twined. “I promise you, I’m very good with a flogger, and if you’re that sensitive to it, I guarantee you’ll walk out on rubbery legs after having your dozen orgasms.”
A tremor ran through her, starting at her aching core and traveling to every part of her body. She sucked in a shaky breath.
Dex’s expression was intense, as if he was ready to memorize every word she spoke. “Let’s talk limits.”
She blinked several times to try to break away from the vision of herself spent and boneless that Master Dex had described. “I have hard limits of no choking, no canes, and no nipple or clit clamps, although I’m okay with the adjustable nipple nooses. No scarring or body modifications, which includes not cutting my hair.”
His confused expression made her cringe, as memories flooded back. “One of the Doms during my first year here decided I would look better with short hair, so while I was blindfolded and restrained, he chopped off my ponytail. It took me two years to grow it back out.”
Dex took a slow breath as if holding his reaction until he let her finish. She still noticed the displeasure he tried to hide, but she’d always been good at reading people.
“Master Ralston did fine the Dom, who eventually left on his own after several more complaints from other subs. But since that hadn’t been on my limits list, I was told I really couldn’t complain.”
The muscle in Master Dex’s jaw worked like he was grinding his teeth. Apparently, Master Ralston’s explanation might not have been accepted in the larger BDSM community. She had heard the same thing from other subs, who were horrified by the incident, but she had still been fairly new, so had just set about regrowing her hair while meticulously adding that to her hard limits list for anyone she agreed to play scenes with.
“Any other limits?” Dex gently prompted her.
She licked her dry lips as she pushed the hair-cutting incident out of her mind before it made her angry again. “I won’t budge on any of the non-allowed items on The Dungeon’s membership contract, and a review of all limits should take place before any play session. Also, intercourse needs to be agreed to before the start of each scene, and I never agree to it on the first scene I play with a Dom.” She met his gaze squarely, in almost a dare for him to argue. “And condom use is nonnegotiable.”
“Good.” He watched her carefully, but showed no trace of disagreement or surprise at those additions to her list. Yet another thing that set him apart from the rest. Both of those were usually points she had to defend, threatening to walk away if they weren’t agreed to and adhered to during play.
He remained silent, his warm hand still engulfing hers.
She swallowed and met his gaze, biting back the automatic spiel she had started to add before agreeing to play with any new Dom. She wasn’t sure she wanted to put those barriers in place with Master Dex.
His smile turned decadent and he kept her gaze as he asked, “What were you about to say, Kate?”
The rush of heat into her cheeks told her a blush had just given her away. Master Dex knew she had left something out, and now she couldn’t wave it off.
Damn.
He captured her gaze and held it. “There needs to be total honesty between us if we are going to play together. It’s only fair and safe for both of us to be on the same page before we move forward.”
He was right; this was new territory for her. “This is where I usually remind each Dom that just because I have agreed to sub for them at the club, it doesn’t mean they can show up at my home or anywhere else and expect to play Dom without my prior consent, or think I’m their on-demand booty call. A couple of the Doms mistakenly had those ideas, and I disabused them of that thinking very quickly.”
This time the low growl in the back of Master Dex’s throat was unmistakable, and he didn’t bother to hide his expression from her. “Agreed. All play is, and should be, limited to inside The Dungeon unless we negotiate a wider possibility going forward.”
His expression softened as he watched her. “Anything else you need to add?”
She thought about it for a long moment, but couldn’t think of anything she had left out that could cause problems later. She shook her head, and then added almost as an afterthought, “Don’t think that’s getting you out of that agreement to buy me dinner.” She couldn’t keep a straight face or the stern tone she had tried for.
Master Dex laughed, his amusement and sexy smile making her want to jump him right here. “I would never dream of going back on any promise to one of my subs.”
A strong stab of irrational jealousy flared through Kate, and she wondered how many other subs Master Dex had out there somewhere.
She inwardly cringed. She didn’t really want to know, anyway.
He pushed the table out an inch or two from the booth and then pulled her firmly against him, surprising her. It was as if he had only been waiting for their final mutual agreement to let down his control. The fingers of his free hand speared into her hair, dislodging her ponytail and tightening in the hair at her nape.
The blatant domination in those actions excited her more than she had thought possible. Many men had played at being her Dom, but Master Dex embodied that role. He seemed as if he wanted to devour her, and she had never wanted to be devoured as much as she did at that very moment.