“Oh! Me too. It’s my first time…” I paused, and his eyes widened, and I added, “here.”
He squinted at me, but I stepped toward the bartender, who, while he wasn’t overly huge, was intimidating, and I played freaking hockey. There was something about him that made me feel as if he could break me in two or off me in more ways than I could count, plus hide the body so no one would ever know.
“We’ve not met, but I’m Ewen. We take safety seriously here, but just in case, every room has panic buttons.”
I nodded, then answered, “I remember that from the introduction info. I’ll be fine, but thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but don’t hesitate to use the buttons if you need to.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. And don’t forget to retrieve your belongings before going upstairs. You won’t be able to get them until we open if you don’t come back down before closing.”
I nodded and noticed Alex did as well. He threaded our fingers together and led the way out of the club area.
Neither of us said anything as we gathered our belongings from the lockers. The silence continued as we waited for the elevator,stretching further as we stepped into the elevator car, and he pressed the button.
“Alex…”
He turned to me, his jaw clenched, his blue eyes nearly black as they raked over me from head to toe and back to my eyes. I groaned, licking my lips that had suddenly gone dry under the heat of his gaze.
He shoved me against the wall. His eyes focused on my mouth. A dangerous look took over his face. I should’ve been scared to death, but the way he looked and how his eyes ate me up sent shivers of need through me. My cock felt near to bursting.
“I’m trying real damn hard not to take you in this elevator.”
I glanced left, then right, swallowing. He leaned in, nuzzling the curve of my neck. He nipped at my flesh. Tiny lightning bolts zipped through me, ratcheting up… everything: need, lust, my breathing, the tremors, the smidgen of fear.
Then he murmured, “You deserve better than that for your first time.”
“Who said…”
“Finish that lie, and this ends right now. A kink dynamic, whether it’s for a single scene or a long-term relationship, cannot exist if there’s no trust. If you start out lying to me, how could I ever trust you to be honest about your limits and how close I am to crossing them?”
I nodded.
“Words are also a must. Understand? When I ask a question, you are to answer verbally. Well… unless your mouth’s stuffed too full. But if that’s the case, I’ll make sure you know how to answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck that sounds good coming from those lips. Daddy will sound even better, but we’re not there yet.”
I didn’t know if he was telling me or reminding himself, but the urge to correct him nearly made me take leave of my senses.
A ding sounded, echoing through the mirrored, marble-floored elevator car. He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. His body crowded mine even while the doors swooshed open.
“You’ll follow me down the hall to the room. Once inside the room, you’ll strip, fold your clothes, stacking them neatly, then wait for me to do the same.”
I nodded, then added, “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
He stepped away, his hand shooting out to block the doors from closing. I stepped through the opening with a look over my shoulder at him. He slid his fingers between mine, tugging me behind him to the room.
EIGHT
SASHA
Everything about the boy screamed innocence, except the way he talked. The way he asked how to gain a ticket to my bed. And not any ticket, but a one way ticket… fuck me, I wanted to tie the boy to me and never let him go.
