Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Though the mask hadn’t helped her with Gabriel Lodge. He’d moved in and started to ask her to play when he’d realized who she was.
Nate didn’t seem to have the same instincts. Of course he hadn’t spent almost every Saturday night with her for the last couple of years.
“You can call me Sir. What should I call you, sweetheart?” His hand enveloped hers.
That accent went straight to her pussy, or maybe it was how heat sizzled along her skin where he touched her. He was so big and strong he made the other men look like boys. “You can call me Dee.”
She wasn’t about to say Hey, I’m Daisy O’Donnell. You remember the awkward kid who followed you around and wrote our names together in notebooks with hearts and arrows? No way.
She wasn’t Daisy O’Donnell tonight. Tonight she was Dee, an eager to please sub who might get an orgasm from the big bad Dom this evening.
Though Daisy was always an optimist, she had no delusions Nate Carter would fall in love with her. He might be horrified if he ever put two and two together, but after her talk with Carys tonight, this might be her last hurrah at The Hideout. When Gabe had looked horrified to even see her, she’d made the decision to change clubs. She needed somewhere people didn’t view her as a joke.
So she had tonight, and she was going to make it count.
“How long have you been in the lifestyle, Dee?” Nate asked, his eyes trailing over her.
It felt good to have someone look at her like she was beautiful, like she was sexy and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. “A few years now, but I’ve never had a permanent Dominant partner. I’ve taken all the classes, but I haven’t played much. I usually hang out in the lounge.”
“Do the Doms here not have bloody eyes?” Nate muttered the question under his breath but seemed to push the thought away. “Well, there’s some luck for me then. I’ve been in the lifestyle for a long time, was raised in it. My parents are a D/s couple. I know a lot of the members here grew up in the lifestyle. My parents aren’t 24/7, but they do bring a bit of it into their normal lives.”
“My parents pretty much keep it to the club and the bedroom.” Her parents were an excellent example of true partners. Her mother took care of the things her da wasn’t good at, and he shouldered the load she was weaker on. “But that’s all a way of saying even though I haven’t practiced a lot, I’m not a newbie. We don’t need a contract for tonight. I use the stoplight system for safe words. I enjoy bondage and a pretty big bite of pain. Humiliation play is a hard no for me.”
One hand moved up her arm, sending sparks through her. “I enjoy tying a pretty sub up. How do you feel about getting naked at some point in time?”
Shedding her clothes for this man wouldn’t be a hardship. “I’m good with it. You should know I react well to praise. Despite what people around here will tell you, I’m not a heinous brat. I would rather please you.”
A brow rose over seriously blue eyes. “Do you have a problem with the Doms here? Am I getting involved with a sub with a reputation?”
Not the kind she wanted. She had to blink because emotion welled inside her. She was going to miss this place, but maybe it had been too much to think she could fit in at this club. She was always going to be Aidan’s kid sister at The Hideout. Somehow it didn’t come into play with the others, but the Doms couldn’t see past it when it came to her. “It hasn’t worked out for me here. It’s a great club, but this is my last night. I’m moving to another club. I was hoping to make some memories tonight.”
“I’m struggling to figure out why you didn’t have ten Doms on top of you the minute you walked onto the dungeon floor.” He tugged her closer, his hand going to her chin to tilt it up. “You’re a stunner, love.”
She wasn’t about to tell him why the Doms wouldn’t play with her. The truth was she didn’t understand it herself. Devi didn’t have the same trouble she did. She didn’t play, but there were always Doms trying to tempt her to come out on the dungeon floor.
No one had ever asked her except the two cowboy Doms who came in from time to time, and they’d changed their minds before she could have a session with them.
“I think I’m trouble, Sir. But you can play with me for a night and not get pulled into my drama. Are you planning on making this your home club?”