She swallowed and met his gaze, biting back the automatic spiel she had started to add before agreeing to play with any new Dom. She wasn’t sure she wanted to put those barriers in place with Master Dex.
His smile turned decadent and he kept her gaze as he asked, “What were you about to say, Kate?”
The rush of heat into her cheeks told her a blush had just given her away. Master Dex knew she had left something out, and now she couldn’t wave it off.
Damn.
He captured her gaze and held it. “There needs to be total honesty between us if we are going to play together. It’s only fair and safe for both of us to be on the same page before we move forward.”
He was right; this was new territory for her. “This is where I usually remind each Dom that just because I have agreed to sub for them at the club, it doesn’t mean they can show up at my home or anywhere else and expect to play Dom without my prior consent, or think I’m their on-demand booty call. A couple of the Doms mistakenly had those ideas, and I disabused them of that thinking very quickly.”
This time the low growl in the back of Master Dex’s throat was unmistakable, and he didn’t bother to hide his expression from her. “Agreed. All play is, and should be, limited to inside The Dungeon unless we negotiate a wider possibility going forward.”
His expression softened as he watched her. “Anything else you need to add?”
She thought about it for a long moment, but couldn’t think of anything she had left out that could cause problems later. She shook her head, and then added almost as an afterthought, “Don’t think that’s getting you out of that agreement to buy me dinner.” She couldn’t keep a straight face or the stern tone she had tried for.
Master Dex laughed, his amusement and sexy smile making her want to jump him right here. “I would never dream of going back on any promise to one of my subs.”
A strong stab of irrational jealousy flared through Kate, and she wondered how many other subs Master Dex had out there somewhere.
She inwardly cringed. She didn’t really want to know, anyway.
He pushed the table out an inch or two from the booth and then pulled her firmly against him, surprising her. It was as if he had only been waiting for their final mutual agreement to let down his control. The fingers of his free hand speared into her hair, dislodging her ponytail and tightening in the hair at her nape.
The blatant domination in those actions excited her more than she had thought possible. Many men had played at being her Dom, but Master Dex embodied that role. He seemed as if he wanted to devour her, and she had never wanted to be devoured as much as she did at that very moment.
She wasn’t sure exactly what it was about this man—his size, his confidence, or the entire “walking wet dream, Dom of her fantasies” package—but she felt petite, attractive, and incredibly desired, a heady combination.
Her breathing was choppy as arousal surged through her. She met his intense gaze and was instantly snared as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers. His warm breath feathered against her lips, the sensation skittering across her skin as if it touched every intimate part of her.
He smelled of the rich coffee he had drunk and the spicy scent of sexy male. He took his time closing the minute distance between their mouths. Each second only ratcheted her desire and raging lust higher.
The first brush of his lips over hers made her jump as if the electric contact had been against her clit. She had never been so aroused by a man before they had even finished their first kiss.
His lips were smooth and firm as he expertly invaded her mouth, exploring every inch with his lips and teeth and tongue. He probed deep, and her pussy clenched as she drowned in desire. She was so keyed up and needed to come so badly, all she could do was balance on the precipice of bliss and allow Master Dex to guide her.
One firm pinch against her nipple made her whimper, but it definitely wasn’t from any type of pain. In fact, she leaned into the hand that now cupped her breast, silently begging for more.
Her right hand, her fingers still threaded with his, was captured between them, her left wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him close. She had a fleeting moment to wonder when that had happened, since she didn’t remember doing it.
“Your nipples are sensitive,” Dex said against her mouth, sounding pleased. She could only nod and thrust her chest harder against his hand. “No wonder you have a limit about clamps. We can work with that to see what you like best.”
With his firm grip at her nape he pulled back slightly, sending disappointment curling inside her stomach.
“You’re close to exploding, aren’t you?” he asked her in that decadent voice of his.
“Yes, sir,” she managed in a raspy whisper. “I have to come soon.”