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  He couldn’t help but chuckle. Maybe Mira was trying to find a way to spread her wings just a bit. It was possible she wanted nothing more than to find a way out of her shy cocoon. Of course with no mask to tell them apart, the rest of the club’s patrons would be lost as to who was who.

  They might look identical and even talk with equally husky voices, but anyone who could not tell them apart, mask or not, was an idiot as far as Nash was concerned.

  Nash stepped away from the wall and moved intently across the room toward Mira, who had evidently spotted him. She reached up as if to touch the mask she no longer wore. Her fingers trembled slightly.

  Good, Nash thought.

  He wanted her off balance and uncomfortable, all shaky and flushed and in his arms. The little devil on his shoulder was prompting him to gather her into his arms and kiss her soundly, a desire Nash easily gave in to.

  She felt perfect in his arms as he gathered her close without so much as a word. The kiss was hard and deep, penetrating much more than just the barrier of her lips. Nash coaxed her tongue into a duel with his, tasting and teasing until she was panting for air and trembling against him before he tore his mouth from hers.

  “Hello, Mira.”

  “Umm hi.” Oh man, she was sexy as hell and so damn cute in her nervousness.

  “Are you enjoying Club D/s so far?” He was trying very hard to keep things nice when what he really wanted to do was bind her to the nearest flat surface and fuck her senseless.

  Having evidently lost her voice, Mira nodded, sending the length of her ponytail over her shoulder. Nash still held her close so its length was now pulled into the crook of his arm. At some point in the near future, Nash planned to use that same length of hair to hold her in place while he fucked her mouth. He could only imagine how hot her mouth would feel on the length of his cock. How soft her lips would be as they wrapped around his girth, sliding sensuously up and down.

  “If you’d like, I can show you around?” He asked the question out of the blue, bringing a slight look of panic to her eyes. There was just something about the look that set him on edge, causing his balls to draw up close under his aching cock. Damn, he needed to kiss her again.

  “It’s all right, little mouse.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know me, Mira, even though you don’t know this me. You can go back out to the front desk and ask about me if you’d like. I’ve been a member of the club since it opened.”

  Nash released Mira slowly and backed up just a few steps in hopes of putting her at ease without completely removing his presence. Keeping her a bit off guard and aroused was part of the plan.

  “Oh no. That’s okay, I trust you.”

  Nash couldn’t help but raise a brow at her declaration. It was obvious Mira wasn’t very good at role-playing. She backpedaled nicely though. “I mean, I trust you to not do anything with so many people around.”

  This time Nash laughed outright. “Nothing will happen to you here. At least nothing you don’t want to.” This time he grinned and winked, actions that made Mira blush from the neck up. It was a truly stunning sight.

  “Shall we then?”

  Nash held his hand out, something he wouldn’t have done for anyone other than Mira. It might be the gentlemanly thing to do, but in a BDSM club, touching what didn’t belong to you or you weren’t invited to touch—in the case of unowned property—was frowned upon. Good thing he planned to remedy that situation as soon as possible.

  Mira placed her hand in his, and in doing so, unknowingly paired herself with him for the night at the very least. Anyone who was even mildly acquainted with Nash knew the action held significance and wouldn’t approach Mira now without permission. He couldn’t help but wonder what type of reaction that little bit of information would cause when and if she ever realized it.

  “How would you like to wander through the different rooms and watch a few scenes?”

  She stopped dead in her tracks, leaving Nash little choice except do the same since dragging her in his wake was the only alternative.

  “Just watch?” Her tiny hand tensed in his.

  Nash couldn’t help himself. Running a single finger across her collarbone then up the side of her neck to her jaw, he lifted her gaze to his. “Yes, little mouse, just watch.”

  Without withdrawing her hand from his, Mira placed her other in a balled fist on her hip. “Don’t call me that!”

  He wasn’t going to let her off the hook easy with a simple agreement nor was he going to stop touching her. Stroking the silky-soft skin of her neck, he cupped his fingers around the base of her skull and levered her close. In her heeled boots she was nearly eye level with him, bringing their lips so close Nash could all but taste the minty freshness of her breath as she exhaled raggedly.

  “Why not?” He whispered the words against her lips unable to hold back any longer.

  She tugged against his hold “Because I’m not a mouse, dammit.”

  Nash released her instantly then nodded. He backed up, giving her space then without another word started on a path toward one of the back rooms. One he knew to be occupied by a couple into bondage who didn’t take their play to the extreme. It would be a perfect scene for Mira to witness.

  “Good to know.”

  Chapter Two

  Mira couldn’t believe she was doing this. It was one thing to dress up and go to a play party while chasing after a man but quite another to find out the man in question not only went to parties but was quite well known. For that to be the case he must frequent the club. Right?

  Was that what Aubrey had tried to warn her about? That Nash enjoyed the club life or had she meant the type of man it seemed Nash was? A dominant, not the politically correct men Mira was used to dating. The type she could wrap around her little finger had she wanted to.

  She hadn’t seen him upon first entering the room even though she’d looked. Of course her attention had been snagged by the scene. At the first crack of the whip, Mira had wanted to save the woman from the obvious torment intended for her. She probably would have done something stupid like run up to the man with the whip, pleading for him to stop had Aubrey not told her to chill out and keep watching.

  When the woman in question started to moan and gasp, Mira finally realized that not only was she breathing hard just like the bound woman but her panties were soaked. She was clearly aroused and not only by the sights and sounds around her but by the fantasy of taking the place of the woman being whipped.

  The realization made her want to cover her ears, to fight what was happening to her, the feelings coursing through every cell of her tightly wound body. She wanted to go back to being completely oblivious about the people around her and their kink, but something warned that would probably never happen, especially if Nash’s demanding kiss was merely a precursor to the type of sex he preferred. The thought made Mira shiver in anticipation.

  The feel of his rough fingers wrapped tightly around hers was comforting in a very unnerving way Mira couldn’t explain if she had to. There was just something intimidating about him. Mira wasn’t quite sure whether she wanted to remain in his hold or run away.

  “Where are we going? What are we going to watch?”

  His silver-gray gaze bore into hers. A crooked smile curved his lips making him appear less intimidating but not any less in control. Mira imagined he was a man who meant every word he spoke.

  “We’re going to watch a bedroom scene between a couple who enjoy bondage, a married Dominant-submissive couple who have been in the lifestyle for longer than you’ve been alive.”

  “And they come here to have sex in front of people?” Mira didn’t consider herself a prude but she had no problem admitting to being completely mind-boggled by the concept.

  “It isn’t always about the sex.”

  “Then what is it about?”

  “It’s different for everyone, every relationship. In the case of the couple we’ll see, it is about the relinquishing of power. In their relationship
, he has it, she doesn’t. Kinky sex is just the icing on the cake. For them as well as many others, it is who they are, not just roles they partake in and it’s so much more than play.”

  Mira wanted to ask more questions but they’d reached the room in question. Before opening the door, Nash whispered to her, “Be quiet while inside. It’s considered very rude to interrupt a scene.”

  He waited for her nod of understanding before opening the door. Still holding her hand, Nash led her through the door, quietly closing it behind them before taking a seat. It was mostly dark except for the numerous lit candles casting an eerie glow across the room. In the center of the room was a very large four-poster bed, and on the bed was a woman bound, gagged and blindfolded.

  The rise and fall of her bare chest caught Mira’s attention. Was she aroused or nervous? Perhaps both, there was no way for Mira to be sure. She looked around the room, searching for what she had no idea. Surely the woman wouldn’t be left alone in such a precarious position. Would she?

  No longer comfortable with her thoughts, she turned to Nash to ask the questions whirling through her mind. It was then that she noticed the man. He was sitting stock-still, focused on the woman bound to the bed. What seemed like hours but could have only been minutes passed and Mira found she had a hard time remaining still.

  The room all but sizzled with sexual tension, the musky scent of arousal permeating the air. The combination had Mira squirming in her seat, clenching her thighs in an attempt to alleviate the ache there. Her movements must have caused more noise than she realized because a startled gasp found its way past the woman’s gag, her head swinging toward where they sat, earning Mira a very stern look from Nash.

  “Oops.” Mira mouthed the word to no one in particular.

  “We have company, my little slut.” The man who’d been sitting and watching said the words lovingly. He then stood from his seated position and in measured strides moved toward the bed where he leaned over and delicately rubbed the woman’s cheek.

  Within seconds he had gone from being gentle and sweet to autocratic, his voice commanding her body to answer his every word because her mouth couldn’t. She was very scantily clad, nearly nude as a matter of fact. Mira couldn’t take her eyes off the woman, especially when the man began to stroke between her legs, insisting in a low, growled voice that she do her best to make it known just how much pleasure she was receiving or he’d stop.

  The whole scene was frustrating the hell out of Mira. She wanted to come. She wanted the woman to come. But at the same time she wanted the whole thing to last, to be drawn out for longer. She could only imagine how good it was for the woman. If it were anything like when Mira masturbated, bringing herself to the brink over and over only to stop before finally soaring, the woman was experiencing sheer bliss.

  It wasn’t until Nash placed his hand over hers that Mira realized she was rubbing herself. When she tried to pull her hand back, Nash stopped her.

  He slid his calloused fingers along her much more delicate ones, aligning them until his rested on hers under the lace cover of her panties. The sensations flowing over every one of her nerve endings were nearly too much to bear.

  Leaning in close, he whispered for her ears only so as not to disturb the scene taking place, “Move your fingers for me. Show me how you like to play with your wet little pussy.”

  Mira strangled on a gasp. She was torn between embarrassment and arousal and couldn’t seem to make herself understand why the embarrassment only seemed to be making the arousal that much stronger.

  “Come on, little mouse. You can do it.”

  This time the use of the nickname Nash had bestowed upon her didn’t feel like a put-down. The way his low, gravelly voice purred the words made it sound more like a term of endearment.

  He had pulled her close, so close she was nearly sitting in his lap. She’d allowed her thighs to part in order to make more room for their hands and Nash was taking considerable advantage of the fact.

  So far Nash had not touched her with his own hand even once. However, he was applying just enough pressure to her fingers to drive her completely mad with lust. The fact that her thighs were beginning to tremble was proof of how close she was to coming. Not that she needed proof when the heat coiling inside her abdomen threatened to melt her insides.

  “Please.” The single-worded plea was barely audible, a whisper that died on her lips when Nash leaned in and bit the side of her neck then suckled the offended flesh.

  “Please what, Mira. Is this what you need, baby?”

  Nash asked the question at the same time he nudged her legs farther apart and used his hand over hers to grind her fingers against her clit.

  An incessant buzz started in her head. Her mind was in turmoil, unable to comprehend much of what was whirling through it. The first thought she was finally able to process was that Nash could so easily take charge. Not only of her actions but her arousal as well. The second was that no matter how horrible the first thought was, she was not going to be able to hold off the orgasm preparing to slam through her body like a freight train.

  When Mira came, she came with an intensity she’d never before experienced. Either by way of protecting the scene or themselves, Mira wasn’t sure which, Nash turned her head, burying her face against his chest to muffle the sounds of her release.

  It took Mira more than a few minutes to gather herself, but even after that time, her composure was nowhere to be found. It had evidently fled right along with her morals the minute she stepped through the doors of Club D/s.

  Oh god! Mortified wasn’t even close to what she felt. Mira felt the overwhelming need to bolt from the room. It was bad enough she’d gone to the club with the intent of getting closer to Nash but to masturbate in public? What in the hell had gotten into her!

  As if he could read her mind and knew she wanted to leave the room, Nash stood then tugged Mira behind him. Once out of the room and with as little eye contact as possible, she headed toward the front door, a thanks to Nash for showing her around the only words she’d found the nerve to mumble.

  “And just where do you think you’re going, Mira?”

  The question was asked matter-of-fact. It was the dead-serious tone of his voice that had the ability to stop her where she was.

  Nash could see the questions in Mira’s eyes as she turned to once again face him. He answered without hesitation. “This is all new to you, Mira. Give yourself some time to absorb it”

  “I can’t.”

  “Can’t? That’s bullshit and you know it so don’t let me hear you say it again. You can’t or you won’t? They’re two completely different things.”

  Her green eyes widened then narrowed in anger, irritation or guilt Nash wasn’t sure which. A look of defeat was the next to cross her gorgeous features. Her green eyes no longer shone with excitement, her lips no longer curved into the shy smile he liked so well.

  “You’re right.” She sighed. “I think I knew it before I even got here. This isn’t the place for me.”

  Oh, she was so wrong and he intended to make her aware of it. Nash had watched Mira closely since her arrival. Saw how she reacted to the whipping scene in the main room. Felt her arousal firsthand as she watched the bound woman’s body being played like a finely tuned instrument. There was no way Nash was going to let her leave without knowing for sure because she’d always wonder “what if”.

  And so would he.

  “We’re not talking right or wrong here, Mira. What you did, what we did in that room was not wrong. I’m not sure why you feel it is. One day soon you’ll tell me but for now I don’t want you to go without getting a taste of what you’d be missing.”

  She once again had that wide-eyed deer-in-the-headlights look. Damn she was cute when she was frozen on the spot, a perplexed look plastered across her face.

  “A taste? How?” Mira licked her lips, an obvious look of interest in her once more glittering green eyes.

  “With me, Mira. Right here
at Club D/s. It can be as private or as public as you like and won’t go any further than you wish it to. I merely want to let you experience a little bit of this side.”

  Nash had known Mira for a year now, worked day in and day out with her, but did she have the trust in him she’d need to submit even on this the smallest of levels? There was only one way to find out.

  Once again he held his hand out for Mira’s. “Trust me.”

  He exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when she placed her hand in his. “You’ll stop if I don’t like something? No questions, no guilt trips?”

  “You’ve got my word on it. Your safe word is mouse. Come across something you don’t like and all you have to do is say the word. At that point everything stops.”

  Mira looked him in the eyes, her gaze never wavering. Then she nodded. It was a very simple capitulation. Knowing her shyness and imagining how hard it was for her to show up at a place such as Club D/s in the first place, she’d just given him a gift that had the potential to be life changing. Not just for her but for him as well. Nash would be damn sure and not make her sorry for it.

  It was probably a good thing he was fully dressed and the pleated front of his slacks hid the bulge of his aroused cock. Hell, embarrassing Mira was the least of his worries. More than likely it was a good thing he was dressed because if not, then Mira would be naked and under him, screaming his name as he stuffed her full of his cock before she ever thought to scream her safe word.

  Nash tried to wipe the erotic thoughts from his mind. It was pretty useless, especially when they entered an empty room, one he’d reserved for the evening just in case. The same room containing his bag full of tricks.

  He stopped, quickly catching Mira off guard. Using the element of surprise, he turned her to face him. With deft hands, Nash pulled her close. He used her ponytail to anchor her in place, loving the slight gasp she emitted as he did so. Once she was where he wanted her, whispered close to her lips, “So tell me, baby, what do you want to try first?”