He slid onto the stool next to her.“The beautiful Angel...what a delightful surprise running into you again.”
The brunette turned.He smiled as recognition flickered in her eyes.
“Ahh, the ferryman himself.”Her lips twitched into a smile.“Though I suspect that was just a coincidence.”
“Nothing about our meeting was coincidental, little one.”He gestured to the bartender.“Scotch, neat.And another martini for the lady.”
“I haven’t finished this one yet.”
“You will.”
She paused mid-sip at the conviction those words carried.Her eyes narrowed slightly even as her body instinctively responded to his dominance.
“Awfully presumptuous of you...hmm, you never did tell me your name.”
“You may call me Master DD.It’s not presumption, little dove, it’s memory....”His voice dropped low as he leaned closer.“As I recall, you were quite responsive to direction during our chat on the ferry.I got the impression you were ready to scene with a real Dom?”
A becoming flush crept up her neck.“That was before I realized how arrogant ferry passengers could be.”
“Careful, pet.That sass of yours is writing checks your ass might have to cash later.”DD was delighted.Subs at the clubs he frequented walked wide circles around him since he was known as the devil Dom, who made a submissive forget she had a safeword to use.
“Bold of you to assume I’m interested in making any deposits.”
DD’s smile turned predatory as her breathing quickened slightly.“Your body’s telling a different story.”His eyes skimmed over her.“You have very obvious tells, my pet.The way you’re gripping that glass...the flush on your skin...”He traced a finger along her bare shoulder.“And the delightful way your nipples are straining against that corset.You remember what I said on the ferry, don’t you?”
“Vaguely.”The slight tremor in her voice betrayed her attempt at nonchalance.“Something about checking if I knew the true difference between playing at submission and truly surrendering?”
“Good girl.You do remember.”He took a slow sip of his scotch, dark eyes holding hers.“I always keep my promises, Angel.The question is...are you ready to stop playing games?”
The double meaning hung between them.He wasn’t just talking about sexual submission, but the little subbie couldn’t know that yet.
Her lips parted to respond, but movement across the room caught her attention.He followed her eyes.Rex was heading toward the dungeon with a pearl-wrapped sub.Something flashed in her eyes as she turned back to face him.
“Games can be fun, Master DD.Especially when played with the right...opponent.”
“Partner, my little dove,” he corrected softly, dangerously.“And yes, they certainly can be.Particularly when both players know exactly what’s at stake.”
“Very well, Sir.I’m game for a scene.”She folded her arms across her chest, pushing the already ample breasts higher.“But no sex.”
“Hmm...disappointing, but since I’m looking for more than sexual gratification with this scene, that’s not a problem.”
Her frown warned him that she picked up on his innuendo.
“Exactly what are you looking for then, Master DD?”
“A connection...for starters.”
“What kind of connection?”She eyed him with open suspicion.
A slow smile curved DD’s lips as he caught the sharp intelligence in her gaze.This one was dangerous and far more perceptive than he had anticipated.Time to redirect.
“Now, now, little dove.When a Master says connection, it doesn’t always have hidden meanings.”He traced the rim of his glass.“Sometimes it’s exactly what it says on the tin—the pure, primal exchange of power between a Dom and sub.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed slightly.“And sometimes it’s a pretty bow wrapped around ulterior motives.”
“Suspicious little thing, aren’t you?”He leaned closer, deliberately wrapping his natural dominance around her like a velvet glove.“Tell me, does Master R know how that clever mind of yours works?Or do you save all your sass for ferry-riding Doms?”
“My mind works just fine for what Master R needs me for.”Her chin lifted slightly.“Wife whispering doesn’t require much beyond basic observation skills.”
