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Pet play.
With James.
Couldn’t the universe have been kind and given her something she’d already done like impact play?
“We have to move to let the next couple up.” James broke her from her reverie, pointing toward the stairs.
Of course.
They couldn’t stand up on the stage while the others were rolling. She hurried from the platform, careful in her steps. It had been smart to wear her ballet flats for the night. They might not be fashionable—no one had ever accused her of possessing that particular trait—but they were practical for moving around and kept her from embarrassing herself by teetering on heels or tripping downstairs. She managed to avoid being completely out of style by sticking to simple rules. Black bottoms and solid tops. And when in doubt, a black dress worked wonders. That’s what she’d gone with for Roulette. A short black cocktail dress she’d worn to a wedding a few months ago. Simple.
James pressed his hand to the small of Sandra’s back, guiding her until they stood near the growing group of roulette pairs waiting for the event to start. James stopped behind her, the toes of his shoes touching the heels of her flats. A simple touch, insignificant, but she couldn’t deny the heat building in her belly.
“Are you cold?” he asked, his chin brushing against her shoulder as he leaned into her. “You shivered,” he said when she didn’t answer.
“Did I?” She turned her head, looking up at him from over her shoulder. His mouth spread into a smile, hinting at playfulness while promising a bit of danger. It sent a hot tingle straight to the inner part of her already craving more of him. A deep smile line framed his full lips. She swallowed to moisten her suddenly dry throat.
“You did.” He moved closer to her back, wrapping his arms around her body and clasping his other wrist in front of her. “Is this okay?”
Okay? The man blanketed her with his body, shooting off rockets inside her.
“Yeah. It’s fine.” She turned back to the stage, her face heated.
“There’s an air conditioning vent over us. You’ll be warmer once we get started, but for now…” He pulled her back a little tighter, and she swore a very distinctive something brushed against her. If he was trying to keep her from shivering, not only had he chosen the wrong words, but most definitely the wrong position. Hopefully, she was the only one observing the fluttering in her chest from his effortless dominating charm.
The next spinner left the shrinking herd of Doms and moved to center stage. Sandra already had hers. This man standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her to protect her from a chill, was her partner for the night. Her much more experienced partner.
She would have to give it her best shot. Do exactly as she was told and focus on what he wanted from her. If she did that, he would probably have an okay time. From what the blonde had said, he was quite popular at Black Light. It wasn’t like she would be ruining his one-time experience if she didn’t live up to his expectations.
“Have you done pet play before?” James asked.
“Uh… no, but I’ll be okay. I can do it.” She nodded, bumping his chin in the process.
“It doesn’t appeal to you?” His arms loosened around her, and he nudged her until she turned her face up at him. Dark eyes met hers, and his brows rose.
What was the right answer?
“I—” Words failed. “It’s not on my limits list,” she offered guardedly.
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “You said that when you rolled. What I want to know is if you find it unappealing. We can’t roll again, but if you tell me it is, it’ll help me plan for what to do.”
“Well, maybe if you tell me what you want me to do, I can tell you if it’s something I can do.”
His arms dropped away from her, and he studied her with furrowed brows. “How many Doms have you played with?”
Well, here it went.
“A few. I mean… I haven’t had any serious relationships—not that I need one,” she hurried to assure him.
His face remained stoic. “So, only play partners?” He made it sound sad, almost disappointing.
“So far, yeah.” She nodded. “I’ll be honest. I’m pretty new at everything. I only just started. I mean… the first time I even let a guy spank me was a year ago, and that was during sex… extremely bad sex, I’ll admit.” Realizing words poured out of her mouth, she clamped her lips closed. She needed to get herself together. Rambling would only embarrass her.
His lips kicked up into a playful smile. “The spanking made the sex bad?”
“No! That was the only part that was exciting.” She found herself grinning at him, enjoying the way his eyes softened. Maybe he wasn’t completely disappointed in having been paired with her.
“The party you went to a few months ago—the one you were picking up the beer for?”
