"Skye," I reply, offering a small smile.
I turn back to the scene, watching as the Dom drags a finger down his sub's bare spine, her body arching into his touch despite the restraints.
"Think you'd like to be in her place?"
His question is casual, but there's an edge to it, an unspoken challenge.
"In private, yes," I admit.No point in pretending otherwise.
There's something about him that intrigues me, a quiet confidence, a sense of control that he carries effortlessly.Unlike some Doms who strut around the club like they own the place, his dominance feels natural, understated, but unmistakable.
We watch the scene play out for several more minutes, occasionally commenting on the technique or the dynamics between the couple.It's surprisingly comfortable standing here with him, this stranger who clearly shares my appreciation for what we're witnessing.
He steps closer to me and drops his voice.
"I've been enjoying our conversation," he says.
When we started texting, it had been a while since I had enjoyed a conversation outside of Club Red with a Dom.He made me feel calm and at ease, even via text.
"Me too," I admit, which earns me a small smile.
"I'd like to talk more and see about moving forward," he says.
I let out a slow breath, the anticipation curling low in my belly.This man has an effect on me I wasn't expecting, and one I don't normally get from other Doms.Something in the back of my head tells me to be careful.That this could be dangerous, but I don't seem to be listening.
"And you think we'd be a good match?"I ask.
"I think," he murmurs, stepping just a fraction closer, "we should find out."
A slow smile spreads across my lips.
"Friday night," I say."Same time?"
His eyes darken, approval flickering across his face."Friday."
I drain the last of my drink, my body already buzzing with anticipation.This summer just got a whole lot more interesting.
As I’m turning to leave, his voice stops me."One more thing," he says, his voice quieter now, almost intimate."You should know I don't share if we do this."
I arch a brow."Neither do I."
His smirk returns, full of promise."Good."
Walking away, my heart is pounding, while the possibilities spin in my mind.Whatever Friday night holds, I know one thing for certain: it won't be anything like I've experienced before.
One of the guards walks me to my car.As we step outside, the night air cools my flushed skin.Getting in my car, I turn on my favorite playlist and head home.As I pull into my driveway, a text comes in.
Gage:Can't stop thinking about Friday night.Sweet dreams, Skye.
I bite my lip, excitement thrumming through me as I type back.
Me:Me neither.See you soon.
Gage:Did you make it home safe?
Me:Yes, Sir.
Chapter 2
