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“Or because a sub gave you a chance to sit and talk with them before sceneing, and they learned you aren’t an abusive asshole—I know.” That damn smile appeared on her lips again. “I wouldn’t ask this of you if I didn’t think you could do it.”
A sigh heaved my shoulders, a frown once more furrowing my brow. “I’ve never taught a class before. What the hell am I supposed to say or do?”
Chantelle sat back in her chair and riffled through some papers. “Demonstrate a few of the basics. Wing it.”
“Wing it,” I echoed while scowling.
“Yes.” Her hazel-eyed gaze pierced me where I sat in my chair. “Once a volunteer is in front of you, use your judgment. You, too, are an intuitive dominant, Daniel. One of the best I’ve ever seen.”
Pride swarmed in my chest at her words—but she was aware of how I’d survived my early years in Boston.
I dipped my head. “Thank you—and I’ll do it. But if anyone demands their money back because I was a total failure, I’m not responsible.”
She smiled. “I trust you.”
Those words from a woman, let alone a dominant like Chantelle, roused satisfaction deep inside me. I’d striven to be a better man than my father. Had climbed from the ashes and would continue to prove to the world that a man could rise above his circumstances.
“I’m assuming you’ve had the participants fill out medical history forms for circulation problems, aches, and pains?” I asked, not about to go into leading people who hadn’t been properly vetted. Not that Chantelle would ever allow such a thing to happen in her club, but since I was in charge…
“Of course.”
“No mobility issues for anyone taking the class? Bending, those sorts of things?”
Chantelle’s eyes gleamed as though pleased by my consideration over those who would be beneath my care. “There is a blonde woman with some minor health issues, but I spoke with her about not volunteering.”
I exhaled a huge breath and nodded, resigned to complete the favor Chantelle had asked of me.
A few minutes later, I exited her office, suspicion still a live wire in the back of my mind. The woman planned something, and the thought of her devious, controlling nature made me wary as fuck even though I towered over her five-foot-nine height.
After dropping my coat and shirt off in the men’s locker/shower room, I entered the lounge to find the dimmed area already packed. Every stool at the bar was occupied, and the groupings of chairs and couches scattered around the room held parties in full-on fun mode.
A sensual, erotic feast for all the senses.
Naked flesh of all colors. Sloppy, tear-inducing blow jobs. Asses being tanned—and fucked—in darker corners. Arousing low groans and whimpers rose above the soft music drifting down from overhead speakers.
I scanned over the buffet of sex, my body buzzing. While I hadn’t hoped or even planned to scene that evening, my blood thrummed with awareness…a sixth sense of expectation.
From Chantelle’s invite to teach?
No. The underlying itchiness in my feet and hands had prompted my drive to the club but had grown more intense than the usual prodding on a Friday night.
So what was it? What about the room drew on my awareness and tempted my cock to tingle with anticipation? Arousal stirred in my blood, and I needed to find out why—who—had caused an awakening in me I hadn’t felt in months.
A smaller Dom on my left caught my gaze. He watched a couple in the middle of a spanking scene. His unimpressive hard-on ridged the front of his low-quality leather pants hugging thin legs. A single rose tattoo inked his upper arm. Hand in a fist, he held tight to a leash.
My gaze slid to the submissive behind him.
Voluptuous, plump flesh…wide hips swelled and led down to thick thighs. Her body would be mouthwatering bound up in my ropes.
Fuck. I rubbed a hand over my scruffy jawline.
Naked and trembling, she stood with her head dipped low, dark hair hiding her face. Huge breasts, nipples plump and soft—
Soft.
The submissive didn’t find the atmosphere arousing. She cowered behind her Dom.
Instincts flickered to life in my brain, and I continued to study him and his sub as he lead her onto the next pairing getting their exhibition kink on.