Page 74 of Danger and Dominance

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 platonicallyornon-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 youwantto 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.

Hisveryhard body.

That wasveryhardeverywhere.

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.”