Page 37 of Danger and Dominance (Black Fox Security Doms #1)

David

Time to just admit what he freaking wanted. Talking around it hadn’t helped. It just made him frustrated as hell. Yes, it would be easier to give Cassidy what she wanted rather than admit what he wanted, but since she wasn’t willing to admit it, either…

He was very aware of how ridiculous they’d sounded going around and around like that and was very glad their friends had not been able to hear them.

They had, however, seen the kiss, just like the rest of the people on this floor of the club. Several catcalls and cheers were already coming from behind him. He sighed as he draped his arm around Cassidy’s shoulders, keeping her close even though she was no longer pressed up against him.

Drew, Jensen, and Lincoln had rejoined the table, no longer at the bar. Drew and Jensen were grinning. Lincoln raised his eyebrows at David, but the slight smile on his face was more amused than anything else. He didn’t disapprove. One of the little knots in David’s stomach undid itself.

If Lincoln approved, then that was fine, right?

He wasn’t doing the wrong thing by scening with Cassidy at the club.

Non-platonically.

This is what happens when you don’t just admit to a woman that you want to fuck her. You use words like non-platonically.

Though he wouldn’t feel the need to dance around it so much anymore. Cassidy had said yes. He’d already proven to himself that they could keep things to the club. His boss knew what was going on. No one else seemed to think David was doing anything wrong; they were all cheering him and Cassidy on.

He could still feel some of his internal reservations making him want to hesitate, but right now, he was just going to go with the flow. Which was not his norm, but this wasn’t exactly a normal situation. If it was a normal situation with a regular client, he would never have put his hands on her.

“Thank you all for your support,” he said sarcastically, shaking his head as he went to retrieve his bag. “We’ll see you later.”

“Go on, you two crazy kids,” Ashley said, making everyone laugh since she was the youngest person at the table. She shooed them with her hands. “Have fun. I know I’m going to. Lincoln owes me a really good time tonight now.” She grinned up at her husband, who sighed and shook his head.

David paused.

“Wait, were you two betting on us?”

“Just a small one.” Ashley tossed her honey-streaked brown hair, clearly smug in her win. “I told Lincoln you two had a thing for each other.”

“And I told Ashley that you would never unbend about the rules enough to actually make a move on it.” Lincoln smiled. “I’m not sorry to see I was wrong.”

The rules were the rules for a reason, which was something he’d said to his team often enough. And to Lincoln more than a few times. This time, David pressed his lips together to keep from saying it. Because he was bending the rules a bit.

Picking up his bag, he shook his head at his friends, his arm still around Cassidy as he began to lead her toward the stairs. She looked up at him curiously, letting him guide her through the tables.

“What rules are we breaking?”

“Getting involved with clients. Though you’re not technically a client.

You’re different.” Yup. That was his reasoning for why it was okay in this one situation.

Things were different, so she could be treated differently.

“That’s why I want to keep things inside the club, though, for now. It makes things easier.”

“That makes sense.” She nodded, though she appeared thoughtful. The hair from her ponytail brushed against the back of his arm as they walked, making all the hair there stand at attention. “You thought you were going to get in trouble for scening with me.”

“It was a possibility, but Lincoln doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

Like I said, you’re not our usual kind of client.

” They reached the top of the stairs, and he shifted his arm so she could hang onto it while she walked down the stairs in those high heels rather than be tucked under it.

She smiled gratefully at him. “We should talk about limits, though. Are there any areas of your body that you want off limits? Anything that’s not on your sheet that you want on your hard limits tonight? ”

Then she said the words that he most wanted to hear.

“Nope. I’m all yours, Sir.”

His groin tightened. Some of his erection had subsided when the kiss had ended, and he’d had to face the group, but now it was back with a vengeance.

Fuck, he wanted her bad.

And now I can have her.

He just needed to figure out what he was going to do with her first.

Cassidy

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck…

Every inch of her body felt like it was hypersensitive as they walked down the stairs.

Her breasts bounced under the lace, rubbing her stiff nipples against the material that felt scratchy as it stimulated sensitive tissues.

She could feel the heat of his body against her arm, his pant leg occasionally brushing her bare one.

She didn’t know if he realized what a big deal it was for her to offer up anything and everything to him. At Stronghold, she hadn’t done that with any of the Doms.

But she wanted him.

And he’d said they had to keep things to the club for now.

Which meant maybe, in the future, they wouldn’t have to. Like, after she was no longer a client. Now that she was sure that was why he’d been holding back, and she’d seen that Lincoln was fine with them being together in the club, she didn’t want to hold back anymore. She wanted it all.

All the pleasure. All the torment. All of him.

“Let’s check if any of the private rooms are open,” he said, leading her over to the wall where the doors were. She hadn’t gotten a good look at them last time because she’d been a little distracted. Next to each door was a small placard with different labels on them.

In use.

Reserved.

Reserved.

In use.

Reserved.

Open.

Master David halted in front of the last one, a grin spreading on his face.

“Perfect,” he murmured, releasing her long enough to open the door. He stepped back, holding it open so she could precede him inside. Not that she needed any encouragement. She was as curious about the room as she was eager to scene with him.

She’d never scened in any of the private rooms at Stronghold or Marquis, though she’d watched others inside them.

Don had wanted to be out in the main Dungeon where everyone could see them.

That was what had given her the opportunity to escape.

If he’d taken her to a private room, she wasn’t sure she would have had the courage to say ‘red.’ Not when she could imagine what he could do to her in the time it took for someone else to get to the room.

There was a part of her that was a little concerned about being in a private room with Master David, but she knew that was Don’s shadow on her current life, and she wasn’t going to let that make her choices for her.

She wanted to have sex with Master David tonight.

She appreciated that they weren’t going to have an audience for their first time together.

The room wasn’t large—she didn’t expect it to be—but it had everything they could need in it.

In the farthest corner was a full-size bed, small enough that it didn’t take up the entire room but large enough that two people could easily fit on it.

Especially for sex. In the center of the ceiling a D-ring was bolted to the ceiling, chains currently dangling down from it with cuffs attached to the ends.

There was a St. Andrew’s cross to her right, in the corner opposite the bed.

The door was in another corner of the room, so that she walked in toward the cross.

Along the left wall adjacent to the club was a large wardrobe, several open shelves, and a peg board.

Considering what was displayed on the shelves and peg board, she could only imagine what types of toys and implements were in the wardrobe.

Turning to look behind her, she could see Master David doing something to the sign on the wall next to the door, his foot keeping the door open. Finishing up, he started to come inside the room and smiled when he saw her looking at him.

“Changing it to ‘in-use’,” he explained.

Right. That made sense. Cassidy nodded, nervously waiting for him to join her. Closing the door behind him, he put his bag down next to the wardrobe, studying her again. She clasped her hands behind her back, trying not to wilt under his scrutiny.

The closed door shut out the sounds of the club, of the other people, turning them into muffled white noise rather than anything legible.

They were alone.

“I don’t know how it was at your last club, but the sound in here is hooked up to the security system,” Master David explained, walking forward and putting his bag down.

His expression was serious as he looked down at her, her head tipping back to meet his gaze.

“If you say ‘red,’ the Dungeon Monitors will hear it and automatically pull up the video for this room—which means they’re watching right now since I said it.

They monitor everything and will come running if necessary. ”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” Stronghold had a very similar system. Cassidy decided not to point out how much damage could be done to a person in sixty seconds while they waited for the DMs to appear. The safety measure was better than nothing. At least someone would be on the way.

Watching her, Master David’s lips quirked as if he knew what she was thinking.

“I’m not going to use any restraints again this evening,” he said reassuringly. Cassidy felt a brief spurt of disappointment. “You’re just going to have to be a good girl and hold yourself in place for me.”

Oh. Oh.

Well, when he put it that way.

Heat flowed from her lower body up to her cheeks, leaving them hot pink and right back down again as she did her best not to squirm in place.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and watched a similar heat flare in his eyes. Her body felt like it was pulsing in anticipation of what was to come.

“Okay, little spark. Now, I want you to take off that little silk thing so I can see what you have on underneath.”

Not much.

Her mouth felt suddenly dry, but this was what she’d wanted. What she’d hoped for. And why she’d worn something that was so easy to take off.

Hooking her thumbs under the thin strings of her chemise, she tugged them off her shoulders and let the silk slide over her body.

Watching him watch her, she could see the desire in his expression grow as the tiny bit of clothing between them fluttered to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her favorite heels and a miniscule thong.

The tiny scrap of triangle fabric and strings wasn’t really functional; it was mostly for show.

For tantalizing.

Going by the look in Master David’s eyes, it worked.

She stepped out of the little circular pool of silk that was at her feet, one step closer to him.

“Good girl.” His voice was lower than before, rougher, and her body thrilled to the sound of it.

She was pretty sure she saw his hand twitch, as though he wanted to reach out to touch her.

“Now, I want you to lace your fingers together behind your head and stand with your legs shoulder-width apart.”

A classic submissive pose, one she’d stood in many times. Cassidy raised her arms, lacing her fingers behind her head with her elbows spread wide. She shifted her feet apart, feeling the coolness of the air in the room flowing across her inner thighs and the damp silk over her pussy.

The position made her breasts thrust out in front of her, as if she was offering them up to him… which, in truth, she was.

Touch me, hurt me, play with me.

Her breath stuttered in her throat.

Despite the scenes she’s done at Stronghold, post her Douchebag Don era, she hadn’t felt this level of excitement, this level of anticipation, until Master David. He was the difference, or at least, her attraction to him was. He made all the difference.

“Very pretty,” Master David said, stalking up to her. Rather than coming to a halt in front of her, he moved around her. The first time, he was looking her over, inspecting her, making her blush at the closeness of his attention. Her nipples puckered, hardening further as her anticipation grew.

The second time he moved around her, his hands reached out to explore.

Touching her. Caressing her. Heat flared everywhere his fingers landed, making her want to squirm even more.

She couldn’t press her thighs together to put some pressure on the aching parts between them without disobeying, though.

He paused behind her, running his hands over the globes of her ass, squeezing them together, then releasing. A short, sharp smack against her right cheek made her squeal, but she held her position.

“Good girl.”

A second smack against her left cheek evened her out.

Cassidy let out a little moan.

She wanted more, and he knew it.

But apparently, he was a teasing jerk.

Rather than giving her more spanking, he stepped up behind her, the leather of his pants rubbing against her ass, and placed his hands on her hips.

She could feel his hot breath against the back of her neck before his lips suddenly brushed over the sensitive skin, and she gasped.

Her hands were clasped against her head, just above where her hairline ended, leaving her neck totally exposed.

Leaning back against him, she felt the ridge of his cock pressing between her cheeks, his hands sliding to her front to splay over her lower stomach.

His lips moved down the side of her neck, distracting her from any consternation she might have normally felt over him touching her stomach.

Don’s voice, criticizing the small pooch she’d never been able to get rid of no matter how he’d starved her, tried to rise up and was banished by a rush of sensation as Master David rocked his hips against her from behind.

Whimpering, she leaned back against him.

He caressed her stomach, that part of her that had been so maligned by her ex, before moving his hands up to her breasts.

His lips moved over the side of her throat, encouraging her to lean back against him as he cupped her breasts with his hands and squeezed.

The needy ache shot straight through to her core, making her gasp. His fingers closed around her nipples, pinching the sensitive buds tightly, and Cassidy shuddered.

He’d barely gotten started, and she was already ready to drop to her knees and start begging.