When Kate’s eyes finally fluttered open for more than a few seconds, and actually focused on him, he could tell she was starting to come back.
Subspace was likened to being on another plane of existence. In reality, those who found themselves there were recovering from a flood of feel-good hormones, and were literally coming down from a high, just as if they had ingested a drug of some type. Another reason people could easily become addicted to all types of sex play—even the more vanilla versions.
Kate slowly lifted her head, her eyelids still heavy. “Master Dex.” Her voice was still husky and low.
Dex couldn’t help his sense of accomplishment at the wonderful sight of the well-pleasured woman before him. She looked smugly sated and beautifully rumpled. “How are you feeling?”
The dreamy smile that curved her lips told him more than she could articulate at the moment.
“I feel…amazing. Thank you, Master Dex.” She rolled her head from side to side as if stretching out the muscles in her neck. “I needed that.”
He chuckled softly. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you were an overachiever.”
Her questioning gaze swung to meet his. “Sir?”
“A baker’s dozen of orgasms, Kate. It’s no wonder you feel so good.”
A large smile broke across her face, but her head still lolled from one side to the other until she finally gave up and leaned it against his chest.
Her hair, so close to his face, smelled slightly of French vanilla, and it made his mouth water at the thought of devouring her at some point.
She had been too far gone for him to even think about adding intercourse to their scene, even if that had been a viable option for their first time. But if his hard cock was any indication, his body was ignoring his logic.
As more and more awareness came back into Kate’s gaze over the next several minutes, he helped her sit up, keeping her covered until her body temperature could equalize.
“Hungry,” Kate managed in a more gravelly version of her normal speaking voice.
He ran a hand over her cheek, enjoying the sensation of her silky skin under his fingers. “I did promise you dinner if you’re still interested. I don’t think you should be driving after such a long time in subspace, anyway.” He cocked his head to the side, watching her expressions as best he could in the murky light. “Why don’t you let me take you to get some dinner, and then I can drop you at home?”
She started to shake her head, but the movement wasn’t as coordinated as it normally would be and she ended up giving him a lopsided smile. “Can’t. My Lexus.”
He took that to mean she had driven herself to The Dungeon and didn’t want to leave her car there. “I can make arrangements to get your car home to you later tonight. Or I can make sure to give you a way to get back here tomorrow night if you were planning on returning then.”
She seemed to consider for a long moment before slowly nodding. “Will you be back tomorrow, sir?”
Dex couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Yes, I will most definitely be back tomorrow. Will you?”
She nodded clumsily. “Yes, sir. Car will be fine here overnight.”
When he thought she was ready, he helped her up and back to the locker room where she could change. While she was inside, Samantha came out and stopped short when she saw him.
“Sir.” She dropped her chin so she didn’t meet his gaze. “That scene was amazing.”
He smiled, even though she couldn’t see it with her gaze aimed at the floor. “Thank you for your help earlier, Samantha.”
“Anytime, sir.” She fidgeted. “I’ve never seen anything like that here at The Dungeon.”
He had to step carefully. He couldn’t take on more subs while he was here. He needed to spend his time with Kate, but Samantha might have some information about his case that she didn’t even know she had.
“Have you been to other dungeons?” he asked, since she had specifically referenced The Dungeon.
“Yes, sir. In Houston, before I was transferred here for work. There were more Doms there, and a much different clientele.”
She hadn’t said anything derogatory about The Dungeon, but her demeanor said it all. Dex couldn’t blame her. The Dungeon had a bad reputation within the lifestyle, and from what he had seen so far, it was well deserved. “I’ve heard more Doms might be transferring here soon.”
She brightened at the prospect. “Thank you, sir.”
“Samantha,” an angry male voice growled behind Dex, making Samantha flinch.
Dex slowly turned toward the man who had spoken.
Mark Stanton.
The man who had “gifted” Kate to Balkins. Dex recognized him easily from his multiple dossier photos.
Dex stood calmly, waiting for Stanton to break the silence, while he kept his body between Samantha and the man he had several thick FBI files on back at his office.