A slow smile spread across his face. “Good. I’m glad.”
She glanced to the woman on the bench. The Dom had dropped his pants and he was taking the woman roughly from behind. As the woman screamed in pleasure, heat sank into Ella’s loins. She could almost feel their action, as if the touch belonged to her. The sensual sounds brushing across her, and even the musky smell in the air, sent her body into overdrive.
A firm finger pressed under her chin and turned her head. Kyler stared at her with eyes so hot they could melt ice. “What are you thinking of when you watch them?”
Locked in his hold, tingles rushed up her body, settling directly between her thighs. This man … oh, how he made her burn. The power in his gaze, the confidence he exuded, and the fact that he possessed the skill and desire to place her on that spanking bench and do those things to her set her on fire.
“It turns me on,” she replied softly.
“I know that, sweetie.” His lips curved. “But what about it arouses you? The rough way he’s fucking her? The fact that they are having sex in public? The way her ass is red? Or the way she is bound, unable to stop him?”
She thought the way he talked so openly should embarrass her, but it didn’t. It outright stirred her arousal to hear him be so blatant. She swallowed, adding moisture to her dry mouth. “All the above.”
His mouth twitched, and his eyes danced with a dark, delicious promise. “I’m pleased to hear that, Ella, because I’d like to do all of that to you.”
Then whatcha waiting for?
As the statement nearly left her mouth, she jerked away from the intensity pouring out of him. In the restaurant, it seemed impossible to ignore. In this sexually charged environment, it was a direct assault to her hormones.
She wanted Kyler in a way she’d never wanted any man. She practically craved his touch. But there was much more to understand about this lifestyle before she’d be tied to a bench and getting her ass smacked. She might dare herself, but she also w
asn’t too daring without using her head first.
Submission.
What exactly did that mean?
Knowing she was in Club Sin to possibly submit to Kyler, she pushed any further questions from her mind. She needed to take this all in and let it simmer awhile before making any brash decisions.
Desperately needing to change the subject to gather herself, she started to understand why he hadn’t asked to see her again until the weekend. And what play meant. “Do you come here every weekend?” At his nod, she went on. “Is that why you didn’t ask me out again until today, because you’re used to only being with a woman on the weekend?”
His brows rose. “Well, Ella, your insistence of keeping this casual kept me from asking you out during the week. I wanted the chance to get to know you a bit before we played together again, which is why I called and texted you.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “I guess it’s also become routine that I only interact with women on the weekend. But you’re right; even as friends, we should spend more time together face-to-face. I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “I’m not upset or anything, but it makes more sense now.”
“I’m glad it does.” He gave her a sweet smile. “I’ll fix that error. Promise.”
She kind of loved that about Kyler. He seemed to be one of those guys that if she said something bothered her, he would do whatever he could to make her feel better. There was something magical in that—something she could easily trust. Something that made her rethink this whole casual bit between them.
As she stared into his deep, slightly dangerous, and oh-so-dominant eyes, her world narrowed on only him. He was just about perfect, and that in itself was a scary thing. He read her. He wanted to do naughty things with her. But he would request her submission, and Ella wasn’t sure she could give him that. Or, if she was being honest with herself, what all of that meant.
Under his fierce stare and feeling all out of sorts, she asked, “Can I have a glass of wine?”
Kyler dropped his finger that trailed over her cheek. “No alcohol is allowed in Club Sin. In fact, you can’t drink before attending either. Tonight over dinner was an exception for you because you’re not playing as a submissive tonight.”
Damn! She needed booze. Like, a lot of it.
Concern tightened the corners of his eyes. “All right?”
“I feel …” Nervous, confused, and horny.
Glancing around the club at either the nude women or at least half-naked women, unease crept over her. She went with the most obvious thing that made her tremble inside. “I’m kinda feeling overdressed.”
“Is that so?” Kyler’s voice lowered, taking on a firm tone she’d never heard from him. “Ah, let’s make this interesting, then, shall we? Give me your panties.”
“Excuse me?” she gasped, alarmed.
He raised his hand, eyes narrowing. “Take off your panties and put them in my hand, Ella.”