“Yes. Thank you.” He squeezed her hand. “But the buzzing won’t come until you earn that pleasure. That should ease your mind a little.”
Before she could admit it did, she took a step, the move shifting the butterfly tentacle over her clit, the tingle halting her in place. “Oh.”
Dan smirked as he tugged her down the stairs. “Told you.”
She tried to adjust to the distracting sensation as they walked down to Dale’s Diner and accomplished that feat well enough to pause at the door with an assertion of her own. “Just so you know, I’m not calling you Master outside of the club.”
“I’ve always admired your independent streak as much as I’ve enjoyed your submissive side, Nan. But don’t push me too far by dictating to me.”
His displeasure, given in that dark tone, drew a quick tremble and another damp quiver inside her pussy, reaffirming what she’d been thinking. Agreeing to Master Dan’s help was going to work, and she would have the gift of that filly and her life back on track soon.
“Belle,” she announced as soon they entered the diner and he placed his hat on a hook.
Dan turned to her with a puzzled frown. “Belle?”
“That’s the name I picked for the filly you’re going to give me.”
He nodded in approval as Gertie called out from behind the counter. “Just you two?”
“Yep, just us,” he returned.
Gertie pointed to one of the smaller, corner booths. “Sit your butts over there. I’ll be by in a minute.”
A smile creased Dan’s lean, weathered cheeks. “You gotta love that woman. Confident of yourself, now, are you?” he asked Nan as she slid behind the table and he took the seat opposite her.
“No, I think I’m more confident of you than of me. And don’t let that go to your head,” she warned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Nan wasn’t fooled by his deadpan tone; she caught the brief grin twisting his mouth. Her attention shifted to his hand as he reached down into his pocket where he’d slid the remote to the butterfly and a second later a low hum buzzed across her clit. Even knowing it was coming, she still jolted at the sudden burst of fluttering sensation. Fisting her hands, she glared at him as she adjusted to the arousal the low, soft thrum produced.
“Relax. I know what boundaries not to cross. Feel good?”
“Yes, different and…” She sighed and reached for the glass of iced water as heat spread up her core. After taking a drink, she admitted, “It’s been a long time.”
Leaning back in his chair, Dan turned the vibrator off and crossed his arms. “How long?”
As her body settled down, Nan breathed a sigh of relief and took another sip of water before revealing the mortifying honest answer. “Almost a year, not since before I went to New Orleans.”
Dan’s eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in speculation, but before he could comment, Gertie arrived to take their order. “You already know chicken strips are today’s special, so what do you want?”
“A smile first, Gertie. Come on, it won’t hurt you,” he cajoled with an engaging grin even Nan was hard pressed not to fall for.
Gertie bared her teeth but her eyes twinkled. Everyone knew how much she enjoyed her gruff reputation, and how caring and protective she really was of the people she’d known most of their lives. “Not all of us have cushy jobs we can take long lunches away from, Daniel.” She looked at Nan. “You need something that’ll put the weight back on you, girl. How about the special with extra mashed potatoes?”
“I haven’t lost that much weight, but the special sounds good. I can’t eat all that in one sitting, so bring a take home box too, please. Thanks Gertie.”
Dan handed Gertie their menus back. “Make it two specials, but I won’t need a box.”
Nan smiled as the older woman walked away, calling out their order as she went. “She’ll never admit to being a softie under that gruff exterior. I should know. I’ve tried to get her to.” She hissed at the sudden return of pulsations against her clit, fisting her hands until he stopped them again a few seconds later. “Why do you keep doing that?” she grumbled, squirming on the seat.
“To give you hints of what it can lead to if you answer my questions to my satisfaction. Tell me how you met this asshole.”
She toyed with her napkin as she replied, “At a BDSM mixer in a reserved party room at a popular restaurant. The public venue was safe enough, and my research into the people hosting it didn’t unearth anything negative about them or their private club, which had a good reputation. What I didn’t know was he was as new to the group as I.” She shrugged. “That was just one of his lies.”
Regret crossed his face. “Unfortunately, there are no safety nets out there against liars. I’m sorry, Nan. What did your brother have to say about you going?”
Nan shook her head, hating to admit her fault. “Another mistake I made. He was out of town and I was lonely and bored.” And thinking way too much about you, missing you way too much for my peace of mind. In the aftermath of dealing with her trauma, she’d forgotten that until now. “I did call him and tell him where I would be that evening.”