Not even Isabella. All she wanted was to be my sub again. “No. I made my intentions very clear. Besides, women prefer me as a Dom.”
“All the time?”
I nodded, knowing Isabella couldn’t get enough of it.
She still seemed skeptical of that. She eyed me with hesitance before she took another bite of her food.
My hand automatically formed a fist on the table, my inner Dom clawing to the surface. I wanted to command her to get on her knees and suck me off until she choked. I wanted to tell her I would be her Dom whether she liked it or not. If she tried to run, I’d just chain her up.
“Everything okay?”
Rome’s sweet voice forced my hand to relax. I eyed the food in front of me, reminding myself how happy I was just to have dinner with her. This sensation came at the most unexpected times. In general, I was happy and satisfied. I learned that I enjoyed making love when it came to the right woman. I enjoyed holding her while we slept together every night. I enjoyed everything about what we had.
But I would always want more.
I’d considered my plan several times and knew it wasn’t solid. Rome could react in many different ways. She could tell me I had a serious problem and our relationship would never work. Or she could be tempted by the dark side and join me.
I wouldn’t know until I tried.
I waited a few hours after dinner before I mentioned it. She was already in one of my long t-shirts as she sat on the couch, her hair pulled over one shoulder and her eyes on the TV. In a few hours, we would make love then go to bed.
But I had other plans.
I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
Rome eyed me, knowing it was too early for bed so I must want to say something.
“There’s something I want to show you.” I rose from the couch and grabbed my keys from the entryway. “I don’t want to answer a million questions. I just want you to give me a chance and trust me.” I inserted my hands into the front pockets of my jeans.
Rome’s expression didn’t change, but she was definitely caught by surprise. She watched me by the door until she rose to her feet. She looked at the ground as she considered the request. Her feet guided her to the stairway adjacent to the entryway. When she looked at me, the hesitance thudded in her eyes like a bright light. But she must have taken my words to heart because she said, “Let me get dressed.”
I drove us to the private parking area in the back of Ruin.
The second we pulled into the spot and I turned off the engine, she knew where we were. She eyed the building before she turned back to me, disappointment written all over her features. She was a smart girl and had connected the dots instantly. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, loud enough that I could hear it in the car.
“Trust me.” I knew she could ask me to take her home at any moment. If she did, I would have to do as she asked. I was a Dom who wanted to be obeyed, but strangely enough, I wanted her to have the power. The second she wanted something, I would give it to her—even if I didn’t agree with it.
When she didn’t speak, I knew she was trying to keep an open mind.
We walked to the back entrance where I used my key card and code to get inside. My arm immediately shot around her waist as I guided her through the crowded club. Music blared overhead, and couples paired off together on the dance floor.
I guided her upstairs to the playroom and located the one I’d specifically reserved for the evening. I slid my key card inside, and the room opened to a small area with a leather sofa. It faced a glass window that looked directly into a playroom, which was fully furnished with everything a consensual Dom/sub encounter could need.
Rome eyed the room, not having a clue what we were doing.
I grabbed her hand and guided her to the sofa. We both sat down, and I held her hand on my thigh.
We looked into the empty playroom.
Rome was patient for several minutes, not saying anything as she expected something to happen. But eventually, she grew tired of the unknown. “Calloway—”
The door to the playroom opened, and a man and a woman walked inside. Jet was a good-looking guy with a powerful body, a fierce expression, and experience in the lifestyle that made him a respected Dom. With him was a woman who had been one of his favorite subs over the past year.
“On your knees.” Jet issued the command with ease and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled physique similar to mine. He gave her directions of what to do, having her behave in the exact manner he preferred.