“Oh, fuck,” Stevie says, changing directions from her bedroom to the kitchen. It makes me laugh. Poor Clover—not.
With major pep in my step, I answer the door and I’m greeted by a huge grin, two dimples, and hungry green eyes.
“Fuck me, you look amazing, little witch.”
I can’t help it as heat travels up my neck to my cheeks. “Thank you,” I say softly.
“I was thinking we could take your Jeep. The portal wasn’t so nice on your stomach last time. Plus, I want to make sure we have time to talk.”
“Where are Kas and Asmo?”
“They’re meeting us there.”
“Okay, let me grab my keys.” I go to the kitchen to get my keys and watch as Stevie slaps together a peanut butter and honey sandwich for Clover. “I’m leaving, Stevie.”
“Please be safe,” she says, giving me a stern look.
“I will.” I give her a smile and spin on my heel. Walking back to where Dax is waiting for me. He can’t stop looking at my outfit.
He gently runs a finger over one of the small buns in my hair and grins. “I like these.” His finger slides down the column of my throat before it glides over one of my nipples. “And this.” Now both of his hands are on the bare skin of my sides as they drag down the soft leather of my skirt. His left hand tugs lightly at the material. “And I really fucking like this. I don’t know whether to put you over my knee and spank the shit out of you for looking so tempting. Or slide my fingers into your tight pussy and reward you for looking so good for daddy.”
I swallow loudly. “Both?” I ask, and he laughs. His laugh always shoots straight to my core. It’s deep and gravelly, and I don’t think anyone gets this same side of Dax that I do, this carefree, happy, and giving side. I know it’s quick, but it seems like we both reward ourselves with the most intimate and best sides of each other.
“I’ll drive, babe.” I nod my head and drop my keys into his large palm. We walk over to my garage and he opens the passenger door for me. His hand is tenderly splayed on my lower back as he watches me climb into the seat. He shuts the door and rounds the vehicle, and gets into the driver’s seat. He adjusts the seat back and the mirrors before he starts the engine. I hit the garage door button for him as he reverses out of the driveway. As soon as we’re on the open road, he has one hand on the steering wheel, and the other one resting protectively on my thigh.
“Have you been to a club like this before?”
“No,” I reply, feeling a little inferior. His thumb rubs circles on my inner thigh as he talks and pays attention to the road.
“I haven’t specifically been to Inferno, but I’ve been to other clubs before. What I’ve heard about Inferno seems pretty commonplace in other clubs. When we get there as partners you get a wristband to designate what you are interested in. White means you’re there to watch and you’re open. Blue is for submissive looking for doms, Red is for doms looking for subs. I believe they use purple here for switches. If you’re only interested in playing with your partner, your wristband will be white and whatever designation you decide. This lets other people know you are not interested in playing with them.”
“Okay,” I reply, trying to remember all the color combinations.
“We will have partner bands showing that I’m your dom and you’re my submissive. These terms are loose in these clubs, but it helps give you more protection. While we are there, I don’t want you talking to anyone who isn’t me, Kas, or Asmo.”
“I understand.” Truth be told, talking to strangers isn’t really my greatest strength, anyway.
“If anyone bothers you, I want you to tell me right away. I know you’re powerful, Blair. But it’s my job to handle that type of shit.” I nod my head and he continues. “We will be looking to see if the woman who works there, Paige, is being possessed by Mara. Kas and Asmo are going to be the ones to apprehend her if it is her. We have strict orders to return her unscathed to Hell, so it’s going to be difficult. If it is her, I might need to portal you home quickly. I just need you to be prepared for that.”
“How will you know if she’s possessed?”
“There are a few tells. I wish it was as easy as splashing holy water on a bitch, but it’s not. More than likely, she will be able to sense that we are demons and her demeanor will change.”
“Paige is a human, working at a supernatural sex club?” I ask, confused about how that’s possible.
“No, she’s actually half shifter, of what kind we weren’t able to pin down. It seems like Mara is upping the ante on who she is possessing. That’s why if there’s any inkling of danger of her getting near you, I will be portaling you home.”
“I understand. Stevie mentioned something about Inferno I wanted to mention.” Dax nods his head and kneads my thigh. I lick my lips before speaking. “She said that this club isn’t really tolerant of watchers. If you’re coming to play, you’re expected to play.”
“Kas said something similar. I want to make sure that you’re comfortable, anything you don’t want to do, we won’t. I’ll be color checking with you all night. Green means you’re loving it, yellow means you’re hesitant and red means stop. We can also have a safe word if you would like.”
It’s stupid, but yes, I want a weird safe word. “Planchette,” I say and I watch him grin next to me.
“Planchette it is,” he says, turning the blinker on and getting us on the highway. It’s now that the nerves kick in. “Is there anything you definitely don’t want to do tonight?”
“I don’t want to share, nothing humiliating. I’m interested in more impact play, but tonight I don’t think I want anything other than your hand.” His hold on my thigh tightens and I swear his palm just keeps getting closer to my pussy. “Is there anything off the table for you?”
“Fuck, you’re cute. I also don’t share. As always, I love your sharp tongue, but here, at this place you’re mine and being on good behavior is important.” He glances over at me, giving me a raised eyebrow.
