Master Red (6 page)
I laughed quietly, processing what he’d just said.
Specific implements.
I had always loved leather, had fancied wearing a basque and stilettos for ages but hadn’t dared to until tonight.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked, indicating a glass door with an elegant wave of his hand. “I promise it will only be one, and it’s soft drinks here—no one gets taken advantage of due to alcohol.”
I did want a drink, a soda that would burn away the dry fuzz that had suddenly coated my mouth. I nodded then allowed him to steer me across the foyer.
He stopped at the door to the bar and smiled down at me.
“What’s your name? Sir? Mr M never said.” I lowered my gaze—if I looked at his face for much longer I might rise up on tiptoe and press my lips to his. And that just wouldn’t do. I’d appear wanton, forward, and I was far from that. Yet something about him gave me a sense of wanting to set myself free, do things I’d never done—before it was too late and I scampered away home.
Stupid. You’re just being stupid. Have a drink, a little chat, and see where it goes from there. He’s not going to whip you, or bend you over his knee and spank you without your consent. This isn’t some dodgy outfit.
“I’m Master Connor. And Mr M didn’t tell you anything about me because I asked him not to. He has in the past, and the women who chose me based on what he’d said have been types who didn’t hold my interest at all. But you…” He leaned down, brushing his lips across the top of my head. “Are far from that.”
Oh, God. If he did that again… My stomach knotted, my cheeks heated even further—
I must look a sight by now
—and I grew wet between my legs. What the hell was happening to me? My response to just a simple brush of lips on my head was ridiculous. My throat tightened. I opened my mouth to speak but found I couldn’t utter a thing.
I managed a weak smile—that would have to do for now—and he gave one back, showing straight, white teeth some high-class dentist must be very proud of. He stood upright and inclined his head as though about to ask me something but changed his mind. Linking arms with me, he took me into the bar. Soft music filtered from speakers, and everyone chattered, a far cry from the scene in the other room. Here it seemed sex was off limits, a place where people could just talk.
“What would you like to drink?” He smiled at me. He then nodded to the bartender for service. He returned his attention to me, penetrative eyes seeking mine out. Did he see something in them, see into my soul and who I really was?
I shivered, but that ripple going up my spine wasn’t unpleasant. No, it warmed me in places that shouldn’t be warmed in a bar full of people.
That
kind of warmth belonged in the bedroom.
He dipped his head and said in my ear, “I have a private room here, if there are certain things on your mind. The third floor is more like a hotel, where you can stay here after the night’s events if you choose. We can talk there.” Drawing back, he glanced at my midsection, as if he’d read my thoughts and knew what was going on between my legs.
I blushed again and swallowed. “I’m…uh… To answer your first question, I’d like a glass of fizzy iced water please, and to your second comment…do you come here often?”
He smiled. “No.” He reached out to tuck away a stray tress that had fallen from my up-do. “I rarely
come
at all.”
About the Author
Natalie Dae writes mainly BDSM erotica. She loves a Dom/sub relationship and is fascinated by how it all works. The trust issue is the best thing about it for her, so creating characters who have to adopt trust is one of her priorities. “Watching my characters bloom under tuition is such a treat,” she says. “I find it such a privilege to be able to write about something that makes me learn something new with every book.”
She lives with her husband and children in an English village and spends her spare time reading—always reading!—and her phone, complete with Kindle app, is never far away. “I can't imagine not reading or writing,” she says. “It's a part of who I am. Without it I'd be more than a bit lost.”
Natalie has many more BDSM tales swimming around in her head, so her workload for the future is very full. “What better way to spend a weekend than writing?” she says. “Saturdays are my main writing days, so I get up, open up a work in progress and rarely leave the desk. Unless I really have to!”
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