She shrugged, trying to play off her reaction, even as she knew she would never get away with it. Not with Master Dex. “I’ve started buying duplicate sets of lingerie, because it has become the vogue around here to rip off panties or teddies during scenes, rather than it happening as a pure heat-of-the-moment, intensity-of-play thing.” She waited for Master Dex’s swift reaction, but received only a calm nod.
“Fair enough. When I mentioned anything that got in the way of play had to come off, that didn’t mean I would be indiscriminately ripping off your clothes every time we play a scene.” His expression softened as he reached out to cup her face in his palm. “Trust me, Kate, if a scene ever gets intense enough where I rip off a piece of your lingerie, I will make sure it is well worth it.”
Heat flooded her pelvis as if to tell her to get on with things, so she could explore all of Master Dex’s promises.
“Why don’t you show me where the locker rooms are? Master Ralston had my things taken to my locker, and gave me the key, but we didn’t have time for a tour before we found you and Balkins.”
Kate smiled, warmth spilling through her at the thought of getting to spend more time with Master Dex. “Yes, sir.” She slowly pulled away from him, immediately missing the close connection and the heat of his hard body. As she slid out of the booth, he lightly slapped her ass.
Surprise burned through her, along with a wave of both pleasure and anticipation. Kate didn’t think of herself as a full masochist, but she did admit that she enjoyed certain types of pain, which she had learned turned into searing pleasure after the initial shock.
A thrill zinged through her like a lightning strike at the thought of how much of that type of pleasure awaited her tonight. She took a deep breath and glanced back at Master Dex, who now stood just behind her.
“You’re breathtaking, Kate. You look like the cat who just caught the canary.” He ran a warm hand down her cheek in a heady caress as he gestured for her to precede him out of the lounge.
Chapter 5
Dex stood outside the locker rooms waiting for Kate, annoyed at the thumping rock soundtrack playing louder than was the practice at Club Desire, since it made it more difficult to hear safe words and instructions.
But he had to fit into this environment, and he was adept at reading a sub’s body language, so he could work with this. He prided himself on keeping play to levels that didn’t push a sub to the point where she felt she needed to use her safe word. Not to say none of his subs had ever used one during their play, but he had learned from every instance what to do better the next time.
He probably shouldn’t have started kissing Kate in the VIP room, but her body had screamed for attention. His Dom side demanded he recognize how neglected her needs had been and take care of her.
He adjusted the strap on the tool bag slung over his shoulder, glad after their discussion about her preferences that he had brought a few of his favorite floggers from Phoenix. He didn’t like using supplies that weren’t his, so he always tried to bring a good cross section of his own in case they were needed. And tonight, he was looking forward to using them more than he ever had before.
Playing a scene with Kate, and making sure she was well satisfied, would not only give them both great pleasure from a D/s power exchange perspective, it would also help cement his cover as a new and competent Dom in The Dungeon. More importantly for the case, it would reinforce everyone’s perception of him as one of Kate’s Doms.
The only issue might be that if the subs here were as starved for good Dom attention as Kate suggested, he would have to step carefully not to ruffle feathers and cause suspicion. A spark of an idea that might kill two birds with one stone made him smile. He would have to remember to ask Tanner if he could bring in some help with expertise in this area.
He needed to contact his boss and get the rest of the scoop on this case as soon as possible anyway. Shapiro, the head analyst assigned to his support team, had read him in on the overall case and given him the dossiers they had so far, but he wanted to touch base with his boss to see if the man had any other insights that could help him.
Kate stepped out of the women’s locker room, and Dex had to catch his breath. All thoughts of anything but her scattered. She wore a silky forest-green baby-doll nightie, with a sheer lace bra peeking out under the straps. He wasn’t sure if she wore any panties, but he couldn’t wait to find out.
She looked spectacular. Her full breasts only accentuated her trim waist before the gentle flare of her hips grabbed his attention. Kate’s body was luscious. She wasn’t built like a model by L.A. standards—thin and waiflike—but then, he’d always preferred women with curves. And Kate definitely had some amazing ones.
Her bare feet showed red-painted toenails, and the lack of stilettos or other shoes made her even more sexy.