Simon heard Rona order the dom to try something in his bag and grinned.
“She's a bossy one.”
Xavier's black brows rose. “Like her, do you? Perhaps I won't owe you a favor after all.”
“No, my friend, I will owe you one. However, since she's new to the lifestyle and community, I'd appreciate a reference.” Simon clapped his shoulder and moved to where he could be seen but not interfere if David chose to ignore him. Not that there was any scene dynamic to destroy here.
David looked confused when he saw Simon, but he walked over. Frustration had tensed his muscles and jawline. “It's Simon, right?”
“Xavier sent me in case you wanted out. I met the sub earlier, and I wouldn't mind working with her.”
“Hell yes. Take her.” The dom scowled. “Xavier warned me about getting in over my head. Now I know what he meant.”
“Like anything else, it takes practice. Does she have any hard limits or requests?”
“No blood sports. No anal. She wanted to play the rest by ear and chose
'Houston' for a safe word.”
“As in 'Houston, we have a problem'?”
David grinned. “Yep.”
She definitely has a sense of humor. Simon nodded acknowledgment and turned his attention to Rona, his anticipation rising. He'd wanted this woman since the minute she touched him. Totally illogical, but in life, as in the martial arts, he'd learned his instincts were rarely wrong.
He heard David grab his toy bag and leave, but didn't take his focus from the sub. He'd caught her as handily as any of the animals he'd hunted in his youth.
She'd been amusing herself, twirling and swinging on the chains like a child, and he suppressed his grin.
Looking up, she saw her dom leaving. “Hey! David, where are you going? Hey!”
Simon paced forward. Slowly.
She saw him. Her eyes widened.
Perfect.
Oh sweet heavens—Master Simon. As Rona stared at him, the laughter inside her fizzled out, and her heart began an annoyingly fast pace again.
His black gaze wandered over her, stroking her with heat. Her gown lay off to one side, but she hadn't felt particularly exposed—until now.
After setting down his big leather bag, Master Simon took off his coat and tossed it on a chair, leaving him in the white shirt and vest. His movements unhurried, he removed his cuff links. When they dropped onto the table with a metallic clink, Rona's breathing hitched.
He turned, rolling up his sleeves and exposing his muscular forearms.
Oh Crom. Wait, she started to say, but nothing came out of her frozen throat.
She tried again. “Wait. You're not… I didn't… Where did David—the other guy—
go?”
His dark eyes fixed on hers as he moved forward. “The other guy is a dom, but perhaps you got confused and thought him submissive.” His level tone sent icy shivers down her spine. “I don't believe you'll make that mistake with me.”
“I don't think—”
“Very good.” He cut right through her sentence. The feel of his callous hand cupping her chin silenced her completely. “Thinking is my job, not yours. Your safe word is 'Houston.' Use it if something—mentally or physically—becomes too much for you.”
She considered yelling it and took a breath.
His jaw tightened which dried up that notion instantly. “Don't toy with me, pet,” he said softly.
She shook her head. Not me. No, never.
“I like that wide-eyed submissive look.” His gaze ran over her. “In fact, I like seeing you in chains.”
His words brought her attention to her restraints, and a quiver of fear joined the heat in her belly.
He cupped her cheek, his big hand disconcertingly gentle. “No, don't be frightened. We're just going to talk. First I want you to meet someone.”
Master Simon glanced at a man standing off to one side and motioned him forward. Also in formal Victorian attire, the other man had coloring slightly darker than Simon's.
And as their attention turned to her, she felt like a mouse trapped in a feline festival. “Um. Hello?”
Master Simon's lips quirked. “Rona, this is Master Xavier, the owner of Dark Haven. Submissives here call him 'my Liege.'”
Her initial reaction— you've got to be kidding—died at the lack of expression in Xavier's calm, dark eyes.
“It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rona,” Master Xavier said, his voice quiet but easily heard over the myriad of noises.
“Pleased to meet you.” I love meeting people while standing around in my underwear.
“Since we're immersed in the nineteenth century tonight, let me formally introduce you to Master Simon.” A smile flickered on Xavier's lips. “He is well-known in the BDSM community, has an impeccable reputation as a dom. And I call him my friend.”
The measured addition of the last part told her that Xavier didn't offer friendship lightly.
“Um.” She glanced up at Simon. A crease appeared in his cheek as if he found her discomfiture amusing. Kicking him might be satisfying—if he didn't own a flogger. “Thank you, Xa—uh, my Liege. I appreciate the information.”
Xavier nodded and walked away. No frivolous conversation for him.
And that left her with Master Simon. The sinking feeling in her stomach hadn't improved.
“Did you enjoy your tour, lass?” he asked politely.
Lass. Her grandfather from Glasgow had called her that, but coming from this utterly confident man, it made her feel funny—young and uncertain. And pretty.
“Yes. It's an interesting place.” He wanted to have a normal conversation with her standing here in chains?
“Have you tried BDSM before? At home, perhaps?”
On second thought, let's go back to normal. Her hands gripped the chains. “No.
Never.”
He stroked a finger across the nape of her neck, just under her bun. “Then I will give you your first lesson.”
“But…why? Why me?” Every woman who walked by this man cast longing looks his way. I'm not young. Or thin. Or gorgeous.
“You, lass, have a self-image problem.”
Well, that might be a little true, but she also had a mirror. It wasn't that she was ugly; it was that the competition was far too beautiful. And young. “Simon, I—”
His eyes narrowed, and her insides melted like ice cream on a sunny day. “I don't think I want you calling me Simon. Not in the club or when you're restrained…or in my bed.”
The surge of excitement at the thought of being in his bed went all the way to her fingertips. And he'd done that deliberately, hadn't he? She sucked in a breath.
Keep your head in the game. “What would you prefer?”
“You may call me 'Sir' or 'Master Simon.'” He brushed his fingers down her cheek. “I believe, for you, I'd permit a simple 'Master.'”
Master? No, that sounded way over-the-top. She shook her head.
“Oh, I think you will,” he murmured. “Now let's talk about what I see when I look at you.”
Oh, let's not.
“First, you're not twenty…or even thirty.” Almost absently, he removed one of the hairpins holding her bun in place, ignored her frown, and removed another.
“But I like a woman with some life experience, one who isn't at the mercy of her emotions, and where a missed date or an argument doesn't constitute the ending of the world.”
Remembering her son Eric's last meltdown when his new girlfriend had stood him up, Rona laughed.
“There, now. That's lovely,” Simon said. Somehow the heat in his eyes slid right into her body. He ran a hand over her upper arm and squeezed gently. “I think muscles on a woman are beautiful, but I enjoy softness in my bed. And under me.”
Everything he said sent more urgency curling through her body, and she lowered her gaze. “Well.” Good grief, when had she become so inarticulate? She facilitated meetings full of prima donna doctors, for God's sake. She straightened her shoulders and gave him a level look. “I'm pleased that you—”
“Yes.” He smiled at her. “Yes, that's exactly what I mean by experience. You don't crumple easily.” Another pin slid out of her hair. “Rona, it is your choice, but I would be pleased to introduce you to whatever elements of BDSM interest you.”
The man was smooth and dangerous, just like she'd thought. But oh so tempting. Her eyes dropped to his leather bag filled with…things, and a shiver ran through her. Let him do…something?
His lips curved. “Ah, now that was a yes.” He pulled the last pin out, and her dark blonde hair fell down around her shoulders in a wavy mess. He tucked her pins into his vest pocket and raked his fingers through her hair. Each small tug sent tingles down her spine. “We will talk, and you can tell me what you like.”
“Uh-huh.” Tell him her fantasies? Not going to happen.
He stopped, and his finger under her chin lifted her gaze to his. “Rona, first rule of a Dom-sub relationship: you share your thoughts, openly and honestly, hiding nothing.”
“I don't know you.”
“True. But you've heard me vouched for. You're attracted to me. Can you trust me enough to share what you found interesting in the club so far? Is that asking too much?”
She hadn't felt so cornered since the OR nurses had stormed her office about an instrument-throwing surgeon. “No. I can do that.”
“Excellent. Considering your current position, obviously you find bondage and public display acceptable.” He set his hand on her nape, his thumb curving around the side of her neck. His keen eyes focused on her face. “BDSM includes other pleasures. Like flogging.”
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