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“I am not joking about this, Kimberly.” Dean made his voice as stern as he dared, and damned if it didn’t drop her mouth open and bring a flush of heat to those porcelain cheeks. “You need to leave. Now.” That dampened the heat in her cheeks, but unfortunately, it lit a spark in her eyes. They blazed at him.
“Just like you told me earlier, Sir,” she sneered the title, and the need to dominate curled his fingers into fists at his sides, “we’re not connected in any way anymore, and I have just as much right to be here as you do. So, if you aren’t interested in topping me, I’m going to find a Dom who is.” Then she tried to march past him.
Tried.
Fine. She wanted to play with fire? Well, fire is what he’d give her. “Have it your way, then.” His grip was like steel around her elbow, not that she was resisting. The woman was smirking her way across the club like she’d just won. He was about to wipe that smugness off her face.
Dean brought her to the center of what this place called a “domain” and ordered, “Wait. Here.” Emphasizing the words with a tightening of his grip, he took his time circling her.
“Wha—” Kimberly cleared her throat, tried to track him, but his grip… the slightest pressure froze her to the spot. It fucking turned him on. “What are you doing? Marking me like a dog?” Dean leaned close to her ear and laughed softly in it.
“And what would be wrong with that?” He leaned even closer, felt the fine silken magic of her skin just behind the tender pink shell, she smelled like everything he’d ever desired. She trembled, and she flushed as red as her outfit. He stayed where he was, smiled, and felt her shudder at the feel of his lips moving on her skin.
“A dog’s not any different than a wolf or a lion. They’re all doing the same thing—challenging the female. They know she wants him. They can smell it on her.” Another—deeper—inhale and Kimberly’s knees appeared to go weak, and Dean felt his own need grow teeth.
“You ever watch any of those nature shows when animals go at it, Kimberly?” Dean moved to stand in front of her, never letting his lips leave her skin, and said her name against those ruby lips like a password. Like magic, they parted for him with a gasp. Kissing her, delving his tongue into her open, willing mouth, was enough to blow the top of his head off. He pulled back slightly and let his gaze linger over her plump, tempting flesh. Dean craved and thought of all the things he wanted to do and have done to him by those lips; it was a kaleidoscope of Christmases to come if he had his way.
He lifted his lashes, slowly, and looked into dazzling emerald. “I loved those episodes the most as a kid. You wanna know why, Kimberly?” He paused on her name like it was a delicate dessert. “Because no matter the beast, the female never went down easy.”
Her eyes flared, her breathing hitched, and she whispered, “Oh, shit,” under her breath like someone surrendering to her fate. He released a small huff of laughter through his nose, and she tasted his warm cinnamon breath. It was a purposefully intimate move. Kimberly gave a small grudging sound of desire in return, and Dean had the pleasure of watching the uncontrollable flexing of her muscles as need swept through her body like a wave. Again, he stayed right where he was, forcing the intimate while withholding the physical, and kept his lips just above hers. The opposite of what she’d done to him in his office earlier.
Finally, he backed off and faced her. Dean was wearing black jeans tonight and a sage button-up. He considered briefly going bare-chested for the scene, but right now, he was feeling too much like the animals they were talking about to take the time to fuck with buttons. He’d most likely rip the thing from his shoulders and spend the rest of night shirtless if he tried anyway. So, he settled for rolling the cuffs to his elbows as she stood in the center area he’d chosen, her eyes taking in his every move as her breathing increased.
“Do you think I’m intimidated by the fire in you, Kimberly?” He unbuttoned one cuff and then the other, slow and steady as he spoke. “Did you think scratching and fucking biting the shit out of me was going to bring me to heel?” He let his gaze fall to her feet—decked in shoes Dorothy would kill again for—and he tipped his chin to the side in a quick motion of agreement. “Not a chance. Though I do admit, those are some damn fine heels.”
Kimberly held her position and stayed where he put her, but Dean clearly saw she was getting more and more turned on by the second.
He was not proud of the fact that he flexed as he slowly rolled up the first sleeve, but he was damn proud of the way her eyelids went all “come and get me, big boy” like she more than approved of what she saw.
Dean flexed his neck from side to side, did a couple of rotations, and had her standing there without another word while he rolled his shoulders and stretched out his arms. It was more bullshit. He never came to a club without limbering up. What he was doing was seeing how long it took for the dazzle to fade and the hellcat to reappear.
When she did, in the form of one perfectly arched brow rising, Dean lifted his chin at her the way he would a suspect.See, I know exactly what want, what need, is bringing out those claws of yours, and I know exactly what to do about them.He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m gonna need your safe word, sub.”
Sub?Did he just call her a sub like she was a sandwich? How did the man infuriate her so easily? He’d taken her from ready to come without a touch to ready to take a swing at him. “My name is Kimberly,” she told him, and the corner of his mouth quirked.
He raised one eyebrow at her. “You want to use your name as your safe word?” He turned down his lips in a thoughtful frown as if he was actually considering it. “Hmm, that’d be unusual, but if that’s the way you wanna play.”
Kimberly narrowed her eyes and glared at him. Of course she didn’t want to use her own name as her safe word; that’d be ridiculous. But she’d never considered it before. When she came last time, she used “Red,” because that’s what the club’s safe word was. But she didn’t have one of her own. She’d never done a scene for real in her life before that last time. There was no way in hell she was telling Dean that though.
“We could always go with ‘asshole,’” she said contemplatively, just to watch his brows wing up the way they did when she got under his skin. “No, that won’t work either. I’d end up calling you that just because of who you are and ruin all my fun.”
“Brat,” he said with finality, at the end of his rope at last. “You had your chance, and you blew it. So, I get to pick, and that’s what I’m going with.”
Kimberly sent him a filthy look and made a show of sucking her teeth, but inside she was melting again.
How did he look even taller now? And so menacing?What the fuck is wrong with me, she thought in one dizzy corner of her brain,that has me so turned on by all of this?
Not just the man she’d been fantasizing about for what felt like years, but this entire club and everything happening within it. Kimberly wasn’t a complete novice to BDSM; she’d been a fan of reading the genre for years. Plus, she had fun playing with handcuffs and scarves with some very clever men in the past as well.
She smiled at Dean and shrugged like she couldn’t care less, while she thought of the guy who once spanked her. The memory helped her regain a bit of confidence. She also had all the stories she heard from Shawna to draw on as well, and there were a lot, because they told each other everything. Not to mention, her last scene here hadn’t been what anyone would call a beginner’s.
Kimberly squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, images of lionesses and she-wolves with hackles raised flashing though her mind.Yeah, she thought,yeah, I’m ready for this. She could take anything the man dished out.
Dean wheeled a cart toward her loaded with a bunch of silver trays and long surgical tools. And a torch.
“Brat!” She knew her eyes must be wheeling like a cow’s caught in a shoot, and she didn’t fucking care. “Brat! What the fuck, Dean? Holy fuck, no. Brat, Dean, brat.”
He lifted his hands from the Frankenstein cart instantly and walked her way with them raised in the air. A smug look on his face. “Done so soon, Kimberly?” he prompted, so close she could taste his breath again. “What’s the matter? Did you think the people who frequent this club were going to be content with the cock tease of a scene you gave before? Did you think this was the kind of establishment you read about in books where it’s all just spankings and orgasms?”
