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I was a ball of nerves by the time I arrived at the club and in my excitement to see Paul, I was a little early. The club was still fairly empty, so I went to the bar to have a drink.
The bartender John smiled at me. “Hey Alex, looking good tonight.”
“Thanks, John. Could I please get some water?” I perched myself on one of the high stools, setting my purse on the bar.
“Sure thing, babe.” He turned around and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He opened it for me and set it in front of me with a sexy grin. “If you aren’t busy later, wanna play when I’m done?”
John and I had played a few times in the past. He was younger than me by ten years and still in college. Every once in a while I would let him “practice” on me. Playing with someone so young definitely had an advantage; John could usually go all night. We always had a good time, but it wasn’t going to happen tonight.
I laughed softly, “Not tonight, sexy, sorry.” I glanced around the bar anxiously, looking around for Paul.
“Meeting Steph tonight?” He asked as stacked glasses behind the bar.
I felt my face get warm with embarrassment. Was it that obvious that I was looking for someone? “Not tonight. I'm meeting Paul.”
“Lucky bastard,” John muttered.
I was surprised by his comment. “It’s not like that, John. We’re just going to talk.” But I was hoping for so much more. I reached into my purse to take out my phone.
“Mmhmm...Right...Meeting a hot guy dressed like that and you’re just going to ‘talk’,” he replied, nodding at me. “If things don’t go well and you need to work off some steam later, you know where to find me.” He winked and walked down to the other end of the bar to wait on new customers that had arrived.
With a wry smile, I looked down at my phone, deciding to check my email while I waited. I needed a distraction. I was about to lose my mind. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so nervous.
“Don’t you look sexy tonight?”
Desire pooled between my thighs as I heard Paul’s deep voice in my ear. I turned off my phone and spun around in my seat. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him. He was dressed in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt, defining every muscle in his gorgeous body. I found myself thinking about tracing every line with my tongue.
“Thanks,” I finally managed to reply. When I was in his presence, I seemed to lose all train of thought.
“Would you like to go over to a booth so we can talk ?” He motioned for John to come over and ordered a drink.
I nodded. Even ordering a drink he was sexy, so commanding.
“Good,” I felt his gaze slide over me, from my curls down to my heels. His eyes slayed me. They were so intense; I wanted to get lost in them.
John brought Paul his drink and we headed to the booth in the far corner. I slid into the seat first, with Paul close behind. He sat close to me and I could smell him; a combination of laundry detergent and soap, clean and simple. He snaked his muscular arm around the back of the booth, and I could feel his warm skin on my bare shoulders.
“I’m glad you agreed to meet with me tonight,” he said as he leaned in close so I could hear him above the music. “Max told me a lot about you, and I’m interested in learning even more, Alex.”
My stomach dropped a little, wondering what Max had said about me. That I had made my way through most of the regulars in the club?God, I hoped not. “Just what did Max tell you about me?” My hand nervously played with my earring.
He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t worry; he only said good things about you.” His hand went up to stroke my hair. “He said you’re an independent woman that wasn’t looking for a permanent commitment, but that you’re incredibly submissive in the right situations.” He winked at me and my nipples hardened in my dress.
I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Well, he’s right. I’ve never been in a committed relationship and I don’t plan on it happening any time soon, if ever.”
“Perfect,” he said quietly, his blue eyes staring into mine. “Because I don’t need a girlfriend or a wife. I did that once and it didn’t work out so well.”
My heart started pounding in my chest. It seemed too good to be true. The thought of becoming play partners with Paul made me squeeze my thighs together under the table, trying to relieve some of the pressure his words created deep in my belly.
He removed his arm from around my shoulders. “So let’s talk then. I find you incredibly attractive. I’d like to play with you. If you’re interested, that is.”
Yes!I had to keep from jumping up and down. “Yes, I would be interested.”
“Wonderful,” he replied with a smile, taking a sip of his drink, peering over his glass at me. “Let’s discuss some rules. First of all, I’m not interested in all of that Dom/sub protocol. I won’t require you to kneel or be on a leash in the club. In the bedroom, however, I expect total submission. There you will call me Sir. Understand?”
I nodded. I had no problem with complete submission in the bedroom. That was the one place I let a man take total control of me.
He smiled. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t have a problem with that. Next, no disrespecting me. I may not keep a tight leash on you, so to speak, but I expect your respect. That kind of ties in with my third thing. I don’t like to share. Most men don’t, as you well know. Now, I know that I won’t own you, but if you want to play with anyone else, please just talk to me first and we’ll discuss it. Sound ok?”
