“Well, what do we have here?” Jedrek said as he took the stool next to Mason.
Mason looked at him, surprised the man had made it that close without him knowing before now. He must’ve been really deep in thought. “What?”
“By the door. Ten o’clock.” Jedrek pointed, and Mason followed the line of sight.
A woman wearing a leather skirt, stilettos, and a black lace top was talking to the bouncer. She had her hair pulled up, exposing her neck. Her collarless neck. For that to be so brazenly displayed, she was either screaming to every Dom in the room that she was up for grabs…or so new to the scene she was clueless. When she turned, Mason clenched his teeth as he saw her completely.
She was fucking beautiful. He appreciated the beauty in all women, but this one tipped the scales for him. He couldn’t put his finger on what quality it was that made her stand out to him at a distance. Maybe if he got closer to her, he’d figure it out. One thing was for sure. She was someone he’d never seen before. He would’ve damn well remembered her.
“Want me to—“
“I’ve got this,” Mason said, cutting off his partner as he stood. Since he didn’t know her, she wasn’t a member of the club, and tonight was closed to outsiders.
Jedrek chuckled…as much as the usually stoic man could. “Uh-huh, man, I’m sure you do. But you better get over there before one of the other Doms shows interest.”
Mason grunted as he moved, heading straight toward the woman with dark brown hair. As he stepped up behind her, the bouncer grabbed her arm, and he heard her gasp. Mason gripped her hips and pulled her against his body, his dominant side roaring to life.
“What’s the problem?” Mason barked, agitated that the other man would snatch her like that.
“Um, she’s not a member, Mr. Showalter. I was just trying to explain to her that we’re only open to the public on Tuesday nights.” The man wisely released the beauty and took a few steps back.
The woman tensed against Mason. He lessened his hold on her, but didn’t let go. “I’ll speak with her. You can go.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mason lowered his head and sniffed her hair. Even in her high heels, she was a couple inches shorter than his six-three. God, she smelled just as wonderful as she looked. “What is your name?”
“Shelby.”
She trembled in his arms, and his dick stirred. He tightened his hold on her once again and stepped up against her, letting her feel what she was doing to his body.
“Why are you here, pet?”
“I-I didn’t know this club was members only. I didn’t mean to intrude. I can come back.”
Mason wasn’t sure if her stammering was because he was making her uncomfortable or because she was truly sorry for coming on a night she wasn’t allowed.
“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”
“I, um.” Her shoulders slumped. “I just need…I mean, I want to try something different.”
At that, Mason turned her slowly to face him. Her big green eyes watched him as he studied her. Her skin looked flawless under all that makeup. She had a ton of it on. He’d have to fix that. The milky complexion of her cleavage revealed her true tone. But then he took what she actually had on and internally recoiled.
“You’re dressed like a Domme.” Why hadn’t he considered she might be into domination before now? He cursed his body for responding to her as quickly as it had. If she wasn’t submissive, she would be off-limits. Mason didn’t switch. She immediately looked to the floor, her cheeks turning pink. His heart pounded at her reaction. Her body’s instinctual reply reassured him she wasn’t a Domme. “But you respond like a sub. Tell me, what is it you want to try?”
“I want to try submission, Sir, but I’m not sure how far I want to go.”
Only one word came to mind at her confession—perfect. If any woman showed up at the club with the desire to try out the lifestyle, it was up to one of the partners, the Master Doms, to decide how to proceed. The situation hadn’t happened before. The only inquires they’d gotten were some emails via their website with visits prearranged, so no woman had just shown up out of the blue. Until now. If she wanted to learn, he’d teach her. He didn’t have a sub and hadn’t felt like playing with any unattached subs lately, but for some reason, she ignited that desire, and he learned long ago to follow his instincts. Oh yeah, he’d teach her all right, starting with correcting her good-intended but wrong address. “Master.”
Her head popped up.
“Call me Master,” he said softly as he stroked her cheek. “And for the rest of the night, I will call you pet.” When she didn’t say anything, he continued. “Normally, a sub in this establishment addresses her Dom with the title of Master, as he has earned that right, and will call other Doms Sir unless, of course, her Master requires it or she feels comfortable addressing another Dom as such. But as you will learn, BDSM is filled with caveats all depending on where you
