When they were in the center, they stared into each other’s eyes, as if the world started and ended with their partner. There was love there and trust, complete trust.
He untied the belt of his submissive’s robe and then helped her out of it. She wore a black leather bra with straps that crisscrossed her ample chest and a thong made of the same material.
After throwing the robe on a nearby bench, the Dom kissed his submissive and then walked her backward until her back hit the soft cushion attached to the St. Andrew’s cross. He stroked her with light caresses as he fastened the cuffs to her ankles and wrists.
Her breath grew ragged and arousal flushed her skin. The adoration she had for her Dom made something ache in my heart.
I’d never experience this, this kind of affection, this type of pure need.
I’d marry Sebastian Weber and enter the role of the respectable wife, whatever that meant. I could only hope he was kinder and less self-centered than his father and we learned to accept each other.
Maybe I should have dug deeper to learn as much as I could about Sebastian. Instead, I’d essentially stuck my head in the sand and pretended nothing in my life was going to change.
I was an idiot, who needed to get my act together.
I had only a few days left to figure out how to keep my secrets from the Webers. I wouldn’t put it past Jonas Weber to somehow use it against my family, if he got even a small inkling about my clubs.
Would Sebastian be like Jonas? Cold and egotistical?
Would he treat me as if I were a commodity, to parade around to increase his standing?
How would Sebastian react when he found out what I did outside of art appraisal?
God, my mind swam with so many unknowns.
I hated to even entertain the idea of having to sell the clubs to fit into a role that I’d never wanted in the first place. But I had to be prepared.
Lilly would help me keep things quiet, but she knew nothing about the nightclub business to help me operate them. There were only two people I could call on and no one could ever find out our connection: Ana and Penny. They, with their families, understood the business and would manage everything for me. Hell, Penny’s husband Hagen had offered to buy all my clubs a while back when he wanted to enter the nightclub market in Germany, but I’d refused. He’d made me promise that if I ever decided to sell, I’d contact him first.
The slap of a flogger on the Dom's hand snapped me out of my thoughts and brought my attention back to the couple.
The Dom circled his lover twice, whispering things I couldn't make out and then when I least expected it, he smacked the wide leather tails against her breast.
She arched into the strike, begging without words for more.
Over the next ten minutes, the Dom worked every inch of exposed skin on his submissive, bringing forth a light pink flush of color to the surface of her body.
Arousal pooled between my legs, and my nipples beaded.
What would it be like to be the one on the cross, the one to feel the bite of the flogger, the one to be lost in sensation?
I pushed the thought back. There was no point in going there.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
I shouldn't have come. I should have taken the night off to plan the next months at my clubs.
I had to get out of here.
I scanned the crowd to find Lilly. I couldn’t just leave without her knowing. She’d understand. She always did.
“Oh dear God. This can’t be happening.” My breath caught as my gaze landed on Baz.
He watched me with an intensity that had me shifting where I stood.
What was he doing here? And why did he have to look so good? Or look at me the way he did?
He wore dark jeans with a fitted T-shirt molding to his honed arms. His tattoos weren’t covered as they usually were, giving him a dark and dangerous aura and making butterflies scramble in my stomach.
Even that night at my club, he hadn't seemed like such a predator.
And I knew I was definitely prey.
My heartbeat pounded in my chest and the arousal from watching the scene intensified.
Baz mouthed, “Don’t move.”
Goosebumps prickled my skin as did anxiety. He worked his way around the crowd watching the couple until he came behind me.
His body heat was a brand on my back.
He didn’t touch me but leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You stood me up.”
“I sent you a text.”
“A text isn’t good enough. Especially if you’re going to tell me we can’t see each other again.”
I licked my lips. “It’s better that way. I’m getting married in a week.”
“I thought we were friends.” His breath on my neck was more erotic than the scene unfolding in front of us.
“We can’t be friends anymore.”
His hand settled on my waist, and a tingle shot down my spine. “Why not?”
“You know why.”
“You want more.”
I kept quiet and clenched my fists, resisting the urge to set my hand over his. If I touched him, I’d want everything I couldn’t have.
“I want more too.” His fingers flexed on my waist. “I want it all.”
"It's not possible."
“What if I say I’m keeping you even if you hate me.”
“Please, Baz. Let me go. I should never have agreed to see you again.”
“Just as I should never have walked into your club that night.”
It would have been better if he hadn’t. I wouldn’t have ever met him and wouldn’t know what I was missing when I
