Page 3 of Trust in Me
I flashed her a grin, just to piss her off even more. “Slow down, ma’am. Drive safe.” I walked away before she could ask for my manager.
I pulled my phone out while I waited for the woman to pull back into traffic. It wouldn’t hurt to join the singles night. I did always like the challenge of a newbie sub. Maybe it was the Daddy Dom in me. I didn’t play that way anymore, not really, but there was no getting rid of my nurturing side.
I checked my calendar to make sure I was off duty that night. Looked like…yes, off for the weekend.
Brax:Fine, I’m in. What time?
Drew:Already signed you up. Starts at 9.
Brax:Expecting a big turnout?
Drew:Seems like it, more signed up than usual. Looks like lots of newbies from the info they sent in, at least for the subs. Just your type. See you tonight.
I chuckled. Drew wasn’t wrong. The Karen pulled back onto the road, driving slowly now, although God knew how fast she’d go when she was out of my line of sight. I tucked my phone into my pocket just in time to see a pickup truck go flying by. Another one already? Jesus. I flipped the siren on and pulled out.
I settled on a barstool. Friday nights at Blackstone were always busy, members crowded into the play area and private rooms. I was here for socializing tonight, not playing, although if a sub caught my eye, I might be open to it for the right girl.
“Jameson, neat?” Cody, the Dominant manning the bar tonight, confirmed my usual order.
“Yep. Anything interesting going on tonight?” I looked out from my spot at the bar. From here I had a good vantage point of the couches where submissives often gathered, as well as the main play area where most of the action was.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. You looking for a sub tonight? I saw Emma come in earlier.” Cody slid the tumbler of amber liquid across the bar.
I picked up the glass and took a sip. The whiskey left a delicious burn as it slid down my throat, with a nice smoky aftertaste. “Nah. Not tonight. I think I’m just going to watch for now.”
“Sir?” A girl appeared next to my chair. Tiny, raven hair, a hopeful look on her face.
I looked down at her optimistic smile. She was a submissive I’d seen here, but I hadn’t scened with her before. It was well known that she liked to top from the bottom, which frustrated a good many Doms. I didn’t mind a brat every now and then, but I wasn’t in the mood tonight. “Yes, darlin’?”
“Would you like to scene with me tonight? I was hoping to use the St. Andrew’s Cross.” Her green eyes shone bright with anticipation. If she’d been on her knees, where she was supposed to be, I wouldn’t have had such a good view of them.
I shook my head, smiling a bit to soften the blow as I dashed her hopes. “Not tonight. I’m just here to relax.”
The girl pouted, but turned away and headed back toward the sofas without arguing. I let out a long sigh of relief. After the day I’d had, I wasn’t in the mood for any more argument.
“She needs a firm hand to remind her who the Dom is in her scenes,” Cody said. He wiped the counter with a rag.
“That she does.” I nodded in agreement. I just wasn’t the one to do it tonight. My gaze moved back to the play area. More couples were making their way to the equipment. Maybe I could get into watching a scene, at the very least. I stood, draining the remainder of my whiskey, and slid the glass back to Cody.
3
Avery
Thegrey,warehouse-likestructureseemed abandoned. It was silent, with only one light burning next to a door. The full parking lot behind me told a different story, though. There had to be plenty of people here at Blackstone tonight.
I looked out at the horizon. No other buildings in sight. Once you got east of the hospital complex, there wasn’t much till Kansas, and even from here I couldn’t see the buildings of downtown— just the tips of the Rockies against the fading daylight. I supposed it was a good location for a club like this. Secluded. Private. I took another step toward the building, inching toward the center of the lot.
I could do this. I could. Maybe. Actually, maybe it was a bad idea.
I took a step back.
“Coming in?”
The deep voice behind me made me jump and pulled me out of my spiral. I spun around. I didn’t know who I was expecting to see in the parking lot of a BDSM club, but it wasn’t this guy. A jolt ran across my stomach as I looked up— way, way up— to his face. He was fucking gorgeous, and thus obviously way out of my league. What did a man like that do for work? He looked like a model. Or a baseball player, with those arms.
“You must be new here.” The man smiled, revealing a dimple in his right cheek. It was partly hidden by a five o’clock shadow. What would that feel like to kiss?
I shook my head to bring myself back to reality. “Oh, no, I’m just, um…” I realized half a second too late that I had no other excuse for being here. Why else would I be parked in a lot where there was literally nothing else in sight?
