“Thank you, but you are too much.”
“Am I?”
“Yes,” I chuckle. “And you dance so well. Where did you learn?” I can’t believe I forgot to ask him that. We’d been so absorbed in each other that it slipped my mind.
“My parents mostly when they didn’t know I was watching. Then I took classes.”
“You’re amazing.”
“You are too, and a good partner. You see the way we get lost when we dance?”
I nod. It’s true. I get lost in him when we move like that. “We do.”
“That’s a taste of what they feel.”
Curiosity fills me, as well as jealousy. “Have you ever done that before, James?”
He reaches forward and lifts my chin up. “No, not that, but everything here like that is the same. People don’t have sex in the open because they’re thinking about who’s watching. There’s something about it that draws you into a fantasy of pleasure. It’s escapism. No one cares about anything besides what they feel, and what they’re doing is just the action. I promise you will only feel me when we do anything like that.”
“Okay.” I believe him.
He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. It’s amazing. When we’re here, I’m just Paige and he’s James.
“Ready for tonight, Bellissima?”
“What are we doing? You wanted me to wear my mask. Are we going somewhere where people could recognize me?”
“In a way, but you’re wearing it because you’re mine.” He holds my gaze. “I thought it was time to show you my darker tastes and take you into my wilder fantasies.”
Tension coils within me. “Darker fantasies?”
“Yes…the one I have of you tonight is you allowing me control over your body to do everything I want.” His voice dips to a low timbre, allowing the sexy baritone to roll over my skin. He releases my hand and walks around me in a slow predatory manner, and the way he looks at me with hunger in his eyes makes my knees weak.
I’m not stupid. I have a feeling I know what he means to do to me. From his mention of darker tastes, I know he means to tie me up. BDSM. Before we had this arrangement, I heard the girls talking about the darker elements of the club. The sex dungeon. One of them had a job down there, and I listened to her talk about the thrills of being tied up.
Like everything at the time, it scared me that I might have to do that with someone I didn’t know.
“What do you think of that, Bellissima? Does it frighten you?” He rivets his stare to me.
I shake my head. “No.” Nothing about him frightens me. What I feel is the same fascination I felt when I was watching the couple in the exhibition box.
And I’ll admit that I do feel the thrill of what comes to my imagination. Him tying me up and having his way with me. My pussy clenches with need just from the thought.
“Do you want to do it?”
“I do.”
“Then we’ll use this safe word: red.”
“Red.” My breath hitches again. I’ve never had to use any kind of safe word before. Is it crazy that this excites me? Or maybe… it’s him who excites me. Being with him and getting to see the different sides to him unfold is a wild adventure all by itself.
“You say that, Paige, and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing, baby. You hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, let’s go.” This time, he curls his arm around my waist and holds me close.