Page 36 of Danger and Dominance (Black Fox Security Doms #1)

David

Since he hoped he would be scening with Cassidy today, David had brought his kit to the Outlands rather than relying on the smaller one he kept at the club. A black duffle bag with his favorite toys and implements neatly packed inside… though he wasn’t sure what he would actually use.

They didn’t know each other that well; he’d only scened with her once before, and he’d been exploring her reactions and responses.

He hadn’t been trying to push any boundaries; he’d just been trying to learn about her.

For a second scene, he could push her more, but he would probably still want to keep things pretty basic.

It would also depend on how much she was willing to do with him.

If she said yes to scening this evening at all.

He didn’t think she would say no, though.

They were attracted to each other.

They also both understood that things needed to be kept in the club.

That they’d done such a good job of keeping their attraction to the club, despite moments where things could have become more intimate—like on Saturday—meant they could probably push things a little more in the club. As long as they communicated clearly where they stood.

Was some of this coming from his dick wanting to get inside her?

Probably.

Definitely.

But he could handle his dick.

He’d already proven that when he’d given her a foot rub and kept it completely platonic, even after carrying her to bed.

He hadn’t called her the next day or tried to keep things going.

After the way Jensen reacted on Monday, he hadn’t even asked after her every day.

He hadn’t had time to stop by his grandmother’s to see her, and he’d been fine.

So, if they wanted to take things to the next level in the club, there was no good reason not to.

Do not get physically or emotionally involved with the client.

But they’d already done more physically than he should have, and it hadn’t changed anything afterward. There was no reason to think that it would after a second time. Plus, she wasn’t really a client. Not in the strictest sense of the word. She was different.

Hence why she was living at Jensen’s house instead of somewhere else.

Rules had already been bent for her; a few more wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Hell, if anything, she’d be more protected if he was sleeping in her bed.

Nope, stop that. Keeping it to the club.

Right.

But he was just saying.

“Hello, Master David.” Eben smiled as she greeted him before looking at her computer to check him in.

She had her hair down, brushing her shoulders as she usually did.

Today, her shoulders were bare, and she was wearing a steampunk-style leather corset several shades darker than her skin, with shiny gold buckles glinting when she moved.

They matched the gold earrings dangling down alongside her naked throat. “How are you doing this evening?”

“Pretty good, thanks, Eben. And yourself?”

Her smile widened in appreciation that he’d asked.

“Good, thank you, Master David. Enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you. Ah… Eben? Has Master Jensen and his guest checked in yet?”

Mischief sparked in her dark eyes. Dammit. Yeah, he sounded about as credibly nonchalant as Jensen had when he’d been speaking to Jennifer earlier today. He was sure that club gossip about him and Cassidy was already doing the rounds.

A new submissive to the club was always watched by everyone with curiosity. Add in that David had scened with her when he never scened with new members, then she hadn’t scened with anyone else when he wasn’t there… asking after her was a big old ‘something is going on’ flag.

Oh, well. Whatever.

The gossip would have already started flying again when he scened with her this evening. It couldn’t get any worse, right?

“Yes, Master Jensen and his guest have checked in. That would be Cassidy, right?”

“Yes, but don’t mention her name to anyone else who asks about her. And if they ask for her by name, she’s not here,” he said immediately.

Eben sobered.

“I know,” she replied. “I only said it because it’s you. Normally, I wouldn’t answer any questions about members or guests being inside or not, but Master Gavin said you should be kept apprised of where she is at all times.”

“Okay, good. Thank you.” That made him feel better.

Eben was a good girl, but sometimes people could be too trusting with the information they handed out, not realizing the person they were talking to had bad intentions.

He had never asked about anyone being present in the club before, which was why he hadn’t known the protocol.

Yeah, he could understand the gossip and interest in him and Cassidy.

Giving Eben a nod, he turned away and headed into the club, nodding at the Dungeon Monitor guarding the door.

David Moore, who David liked to think of as “other David.” He was pretty sure that the DM was part of the reason the club submissives had given him the nickname Master Ginger, to differentiate between the two Master Davids.

None of them dared call him that to his face, but he knew they did it when they were talking about him—then they’d ended up giving the rest of his team Spice Girl names, too.

Other David nodded back a greeting as David passed him.

Walking into the club always felt like the rest of the world was falling away.

He could walk a little easier, breathe a little easier, and just focus on what was happening right in front of him.

It was an oasis away from all the problems in the world and a place where he didn’t have any responsibilities other than to the submissive he paired with for the evening.

He spotted Cassidy right away, sitting at a table with Yasmine, Naomi, and Ashley.

Jensen, Drew, and Lincoln were just beyond them, talking to Master Aiden, who was behind the bar.

The three men were keeping an eye on the ladies while obviously deep in their own conversation.

While he watched, Cassidy threw back her head and laughed at something Naomi said.

Her long, dark hair had been pulled back in a high ponytail again, the ends of it brushing across her upper back as she moved.

She looked gorgeous in a lacy black chemise that hugged her curves and the same shoes she’d been wearing the last time. There was a lot of bare skin showing, and he couldn’t help but wonder if those were the only things she had on. Maybe a thong underneath.

Blood was already racing to his dick, and he’d barely stepped into the club.

As if she’d heard him walk in, even though it was impossible, Cassidy sat up a little straighter and turned her head. Their gazes clashed from across the club.

Yeah, they were keeping everything to the club, but if he could step up what they were doing inside it, he sure as hell was going to do that.

Cassidy

The feeling of eyes on her made her skin itch, but because of where they were, it wasn’t in the way that made her want to run and hide. Sitting up, Cassidy looked around, anxious excitement welling up inside her. Right at the entrance to the club, she saw him.

Master David was wearing a pair of leather pants with a black button-down, unbuttoned at the collar and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

All that dark fabric contrasted heavily with his skin and hair, making both appear even brighter, despite the low lighting in the bar area of the Outlands.

His gaze met hers, and she knew he was the one who had been looking at her.

The movement of sitting up made her nipples brush against the lacy fabric of her chemise, the sensation teasing the little buds to hardness. Cassidy was already feeling pretty wound up, just being in the club, knowing he was coming tonight.

Had she dressed for seduction?

Absolutely.

But only if he was interested.

From what Naomi had said, he was.

He looked pretty interested right now.

“Girl, he looks like he wants to eat you up,” Yasmine murmured, fanning herself.

“Holy shit,” Ashley said. “I’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. Have they been doing this the whole time?”

“Yes,” Yasmine and Naomi chorused.

“Shh,” Cassidy hissed as Master David came closer, her heart starting to beat a little faster in her chest at his approach.

He was completely intent on her, moving through the crowd with an intensely focused stare, a large black duffel bag hanging from his hand.

Wondering what he had inside there made her nerves flutter.

The table fell silent when he reached them, and she could feel her friends’ eyes on her, eagerly awaiting what was going to happen next.

“Ladies,” Master David said, nodding his head as he glanced around the table before refocusing on Cassidy.

She managed to smile at him, though it felt as if her heart was beating triple time in her chest now. His nearness just made her senses go even more haywire.

“Could I steal Cassidy from you for a moment?”

Hopefully, more than a moment.

“Oh, feel free to talk to her right now,” Ashley said sweetly. “Just pretend we’re not here. We don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Master David said dryly, leaning to set his bag down under the table right next to Lincoln and Drew’s.

Straightening, he held out his hand to Cassidy, silently offering to help her down from the high-top chair.

Shooting a glance of apology to her disappointed friends, she took it.

They’d just have to hear about the conversation later.

Not that Master David took her far. Only a few steps away from the table, putting them in their own little space between the small clumps of people, so they could have a semi-private conversation.

She did notice that he deliberately put his back to the table where Naomi, Yasmine, and Ashley were probably straining their ears, trying to overhear.

The silky chemise slid around her body as she moved, the lace rubbing her nipples to even further hardness, and she could feel the wetness from her pussy soaking the miniscule fabric of her thong.

The string between her cheeks wasn’t the most comfortable at the moment, but there was no way she was going to reach back to fix it right now. She’d rather die.

Master David tilted his head as he looked down at her, examining her, studying her expression. It felt a little like being under a microscope, and she could feel a blush starting to heat her cheeks.

“Cassidy. How are you feeling?”

She stared up at him.

“I’m good.” Should she say something about the tailgating?

No. Even if he didn’t laugh at her for making such a stretch, she didn’t want him thinking she was trying to make up drama so that he would pay attention to her.

She already had his attention. If it happened again, in her own car, she would say something.

Today had to have been a coincidence, and the guy had barely been behind Naomi for more than thirty seconds. “How are you?”

A little smile curved his lips.

“I’m good. I was wondering if you would like to scene with me again this evening.”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded, putting her hands together in front of her to keep from fidgeting. “I would like that.”

Heat flared in his eyes.

“We should discuss what you’re comfortable with doing in the scene. Last time, we had negotiated keeping it platonic, but we pushed the bounds of that. Tonight, I want to lay down some clear expectations for how far we can go.”

“So, you’re saying we could scene platonically or non-platonically?” That was unexpected. She’d thought she’d have to do more work than simply show up in a silk nightie to convince him to have sex.

“Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”

Crap. Why wouldn’t he just say what he wanted?

“Well, I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

He blinked at her, an almost patronizing expression flitting across his face as he looked her up and down. The sides of his lips quirked up in pure amusement.

“You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”

Physically, that was probably true, but he hadn’t really stated a clear preference for what he wanted from her tonight. Cassidy scowled up at him. How hard was it for him to just say he wanted to bang?

“Well, I don’t want to say non-platonically if you want to keep things platonic.” She could hear the little bite in her voice. He was starting to frustrate her.

Just say that you want to fuck me so I can say yes!

“Do you want to keep things platonic?” There was some frustration starting to grow in his voice and eyes, the same frustration she was feeling. It would probably be undignified to stomp her foot.

“Yeah, if you’re not interested in non-platonically scening with me.”

He moved so quickly that she squeaked in surprise as she found herself being hauled up against his hard body.

His very hard body.

That was very hard everywhere.

Her breath caught in her throat as her senses went haywire, her hands pressed against his chest, the rest of her squished against him.

“Does this feel like I’m not interested?” He growled the words, his cock digging into her stomach, fingers into her hips. The silk of her chemise felt gossamer thin between them. He was big and hot and hard, and there was no denying he wanted her.

Her brain had fuzzed out and stopped working, and she knew the words that came out were nonsensical considering the situation, but they came out, anyway.

“So, you want to scene non-platonically?”

“For fuck’s sake, stop saying that word.”

Lowering his lips to hers, he captured them in a kiss that seared her from the inside out.

Cassidy whimpered.

It had been so long since she’d been kissed.

Much less a really good kiss like this one.

Firm. Confident. Eager. Filled with heat and desire. The attraction between them snapped and popped around them, the very air feeling like it was full of sparking electricity. A kiss that could melt insides and panties simultaneously.

The best first kiss of her life.

If she could freeze a moment of time in her life, this was the one she would choose.

But every moment ends, and Master David broke away from the kiss, leaving her breathless and needy, leaning against him because her knees had gone too weak to hold her up properly. She stared up at him.

“Cassidy, just to be completely clear, I want to scene with you tonight. Non-platonically.”

Finally.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.