She shakes her head. “Not necessarily. That’s something else entirely. It’s just that often people like to get a rush from a scene their partner isn’t proficient at. Like I’ve told you before, it’s not always sexual. Often it’s not.”
I nod slowly. I’m not even close to understanding, probably because all of my experience in the fetish community has been with Eve, and there is no doubt everything between us is steaming hot sexual. Even for her, and she’s the one who told me she doesn’t mix sex with her kink.
I squeeze her hand. I don’t relish the idea of letting go of her and pretending for the next several hours that we don’t know each other. And as much as she’s explained her relationship with Owen, I loathe the idea of watching the man dominate her.
I’m beyond glad that she’s mostly been in her adult mindset since I picked her up, but I’m also aware that I’m largely responsible for her frame of mind. If I dominate her, she’ll drop into a submissive mode, automatically aiming for her little because that’s the type of submissive she is. If I speak to her as my equal, she can maintain control of her adult. I’ve put this to the test for the last few hours and proven it.
Granted, we also didn’t talk much, and I’m itching to dominate her because I love how she responds to me. It’s been challenging keeping my thoughts to myself. And my resolve is slipping.
What I should do is let her go so she can transition into her little space on her own in the changing room inside. But I can’t quite bring myself to do it. I want her to go into this club knowing that I’m her Dom, not some other man. That she will leave here under my control. Macho much? Yes. Apparently.
“Eve, look at me, baby.” I slide that word in to set the tone.
She lifts her gaze, her grip on her adult self already wavering behind her eyes.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ve got this. I’m going to hang with Davis and learn the ropes. It’s going to be fine. I promise I will not interrupt your scene in any way. You won’t even know I’m here. But…” I release her hand to cup her face. I’m so going to step over a line I should not have drawn. “You’re my submissive. For as long as we’re together, you’re mine. When we leave here, you’ll be over my knee with my palm on your bottom. And even though you’ve never mixed sex with your little side, you will with me. When I spank you, you’ll squirm with the need to come so badly that you’ll be begging me to give you the release you crave.”
She trembles so hard that my cock can’t stand it. She’s panting. Her eyes are wide. And she starts to fidget.
“Are we on the same page?” I love to make her say it out loud. I love it because it makes her squirm and I know it increases her arousal when I do it. It’s a look I want to see as often as possible.
She licks her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I stroke her cheek and consider leaning in to kiss her but decide against it.
I’m staring at her lips when she speaks softly. “One of my coworkers saw us this morning.”
I jerk my attention up to her eyes. “Oh shit. Sorry. What did they say?”
“Luckily, it was a friend of mine. Lacy. We hang out together outside of work sometimes. She was just teasing me. Said I was holding out on her. Wanted more details about the mystery man who dropped me off and kissed me out front. She was jealous.”
I hold her face and lean closer. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. You bring out a possessive side in me I didn’t know existed.”
“It’s okay. I told her I wasn’t ready to talk and that I didn’t want to jinx anything because I don’t know you that well yet and it might not work out.” She shudders as she finishes.
My chest tightens. I hate that she had to tell her friend she had no faith in our relationship. It shouldn’t bother me. She’s right. It’s not going to work out. I’m going to solve this crime and then the captain will put me on a new assignment, and I won’t see Eve again. I can’t. It’s not possible. But it hurts. Eve is the first woman I’ve ever considered having more with, but I would never drag another human being into the shitty world I live in. It wouldn’t be fair.
I want to kiss her even more now, but suddenly a car pulls up next to us and I glance over to see Davis and Britney. It’s time for this charade to begin.
I turn back toward Eve. “You okay, Eve?”
She nods.
I grip her face and hold her gaze. “Words, baby.”
“I’m okay, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I open my door and search our surroundings. I see no signs of anyone lurking around the area. Not on foot or in a car. The only other people in the parking lot right now are Davis and Britney.
Eve exits the car, grabs her bag from the back seat, and lifts it onto her shoulder. I have no idea what she’s brought to change into, but I’m looking forward to finding out.
She gives Britney a hug before the two of them link arms and head for the entrance. I hang back with Davis and enter behind them. My heart is racing. This is going to be a long night.
When we step inside, I’m shocked to find Eve’s friend Leah working at the front desk. She greets us and checks her notes in front of her before waving us through. I know Julius left her my name and told her I was an invited guest.
While the women head off to the changing room, Davis and I wander around the club. It’s
