Part 2 (2/2)
Dexter smiled and shook his head. ”Yeah, yeah, so that they can explore their inner kink in a safe and supportive atmosphere.” He snorted, showing that he'd heard this explanation several times already and had it memorized. He turned to Sandra, and she was pinned in place by his large, dark eyes.
”Don't let me throw you off, sweetheart. I'm just messing with our boy here. Since he's giving you the tour instead of Jake, I figured you could take a little teasing. He doesn't do the tours for just anyone, so you must be special.” He winked and she felt a smile blossom, although she was sure Master Brent was only giving her this tour because of her connection with Master Mason's dungeon.
”Don't let either one of them fool you,” a squeaky female voice broke in.
Sandra turned to see a perky brunette with wide, green eyes watching the byplay between Master Brent and Dexter.
”They are all suns.h.i.+ne and roses in here and in aftercare, but they'll both kick your a.s.s out there.” She gestured with her chin to indicate the dungeon floor.
A shudder ran through Sandra before the woman continued.
”Of course they both do the a.s.s-kicking so very nicely that none of us complain. We scream, yes, but in a good way.” The woman turned to point toward a redhead dressed in a leather thong and nipple pasties. ”Don't you think, Min?”
Min nodded enthusiastically. ”I definitely agree. I'll chat later-gotta run! I can't be late or Master Cameron might paddle me.” Although the wide smile she flashed showed erotic antic.i.p.ation and not chagrin or fear.
”Sandra,” Master Brent began. ”This lummox here is Master Dex. He's one of our main Doms, although he can be a pain in the a.s.s.” From the tone of his voice it was obvious that there was a great deal of respect between the two men. ”If you ever have any issues, you can always go to him if you can't find me or one of the dungeon managers. Master Dex was the first Dom who joined us when Club Desire opened, so he knows nearly as much about this place as I do.”
Master Dex stood and Sandra tipped back her head as she had to look up, and up, and up to meet his gaze. He had gorgeous dark eyes, and his steady gaze left her no doubt he was a Dom, but it also told her that he was highly protective of those he considered his or under his protection, and that she had now joined that group.
A comforting warmth coiled inside her as she started to think she could feel safe here.
Chapter 3.
Master Dex wore leathers that reminded Sandra of those worn by bikers, and a sleeveless leather vest that showed off bulging muscles and several tattoos, centered around red roses, which contrasted beautifully with his smooth, brown skin.
”Hi, Sandra. It's nice to meet you.” He looked down at her as if trying to accentuate their height difference.
”Wow.” Sandra found herself liking him immediately. He seemed to engender trust and safety, almost like a big brother. She couldn't see herself playing a scene with him, but she could see him becoming a confidant and maybe even a friend.
He smiled. ”I'm not that tall, only six-eight or so.” He waved his unusual height away. ”But Master Brent's right. If you ever need anything, my door is always open. Even if I'm mid-scene, if something has you spooked and you can't find anyone else, the safety and well-being of our subs comes first. Come find me and I'll take care of it, whatever it is.”
She nodded solemnly, impressed that he'd just given her permission to break a scene if she felt she needed to. She would definitely make sure to never use that permission lightly.
Master Dex smiled, and she resisted the urge to say ”wow” again. He was gorgeous in every way. But he wasn't Master Brent.
Master Dex c.o.c.ked his head to one side to indicate the brunette with wide green eyes beside him who had called out in a squeaky voice a few minutes ago. ”This is Sherri. She's one of my subs, but I'm by no means her only Dom.” There was no censure in his voice, only amus.e.m.e.nt, and at Sherri's chuckle, he smiled wider.
”I don't think one woman will ever be enough for Master Dex, and I know one man will never be enough for me,” the brunette said with a c.o.c.ky air.
Master Dex growled playfully and turned his head to mock glare at Sherri. ”Is that so?”
When she stubbornly nodded, he shook his head. ”You are begging to have rope burns on your wrists and ankles, and wax marks on that pale stomach of yours by the end of the night, aren't you?”
Sandra waited for things to play out.
The brunette bit her bottom lip, but there was no fear in her eyes. ”Is that a promise, Master Dex?” Her tone conveyed that she very much hoped it was.
He laughed, more of a low, resonant rumble than anything else. ”You're much too eager, Sherri. I'll find something else to teach you some manners.”
A huff of breath from Master Brent like he'd tried to stop a full-out laugh surprised Sandra. ”Good luck,” Master Brent murmured so softly she wasn't sure if anyone else besides herself had heard it.
Sherri giggled. ”Nice to meet you, Sandra. Will I see you at the sub get-together on Wednesday?”
Sandra found herself smiling at Sherri's enthusiasm, and looking forward to Wednesday even more than she already had been. ”I'm planning on it.”
”Great! See you then.” Sherri teetered off on her too-high stilettos, and Master Dex gave a long-suffering sigh. ”Woman's gonna break an ankle that way. I don't let her wear those d.a.m.ned things on the dungeon floor, but some of the other Doms do.” He slid a sly glance over at Master Brent. ”Hope you have good insurance, buddy. Because sure as s.h.i.+t she's gonna break those skinny bird legs of hers and sue your a.s.s off.” Master Dex rolled his eyes and didn't quite hide the amus.e.m.e.nt in his expression.
Master Brent waved off Dex's comments. ”Sherri has been running around on those stilts long before she came to join us here. You'll have to teach your subs some sense, Dexter.”
Master Dex's loud, reverberating laugh filled the room and had every head swiveling to look at them. ”The man who can teach that woman sense will also be able to walk on water and turn water into wine, and I don't think He's scheduled to be back in Phoenix for a while.” Dex motioned for everyone to go back to what they were doing.
Master Dex had some sort of magnetism that naturally drew people's attention and compliance. That combined with being unnaturally gorgeous with a big sense of humor and a big heart made the man a triple threat, although apparently not to Sandra, since her body wasn't revving up for him beyond what it would for any other attractive man she met.
”Sandra.” Master Dex held out his large hand and when she took it, he squeezed hers lightly. ”I'm sure you'll love it here. Let us know if you need anything...anything at all.” His expression told her he had meant the comment to be both teasing and serious.
She said, ”Thank you,” and followed Master Brent toward the locker room.
When Master Brent pushed open the door, Sandra peered around him to see exactly what she would expect, down to the banks of stacked gray lockers with tiny, hanging combination locks on them.
He gestured toward the lockers. ”When we go over administrative details, I'll a.s.sign you one and give you the combination. There are also showers and restrooms back here.”
She followed him toward an area that turned out to be a hallway to the restrooms and showers, which resembled every restroom and shower area she'd ever seen, except these reminded her of a very high-cla.s.s gym somewhere-somewhere she'd never been able to afford to join.
”This is really nice.”
Master Brent's answering smile practically beamed, showing her how truly proud he was of Club Desire. ”I wanted all the facilities and amenities in my dungeon to be the best anywhere, and I hope I've at least come close.”
She smiled up at him, not sure what to say.
”No s.e.x or play is allowed in the restrooms or showers. However, another full set of restrooms as well as showers are on Bas.e.m.e.nt 4 that can be used for those types of activities. The s.p.a.ce needs to be reserved in advance to make sure it won't conflict with any of the large planned parties or orgies down there. Those areas aren't visible from level 3, so activities in the restrooms or showers on Bas.e.m.e.nt 4 are private unless people are invited in to watch.”
She nodded as she remembered some of the kinks she'd heard discussed in New York that would definitely have to be carried out on Bas.e.m.e.nt 4. She wouldn't mind taking a shower with Master Brent, soaping each other and playing a bit, but she was glad most of the hard-core kinks stayed on the lowest bas.e.m.e.nt level.
Even though she was sure watching the things that went on down there was a definite fetish, she was glad that Master Brent had drawn a line there. This club did have limits, as did he, and those both made her feel safer and freer somehow.
She had nothing against people practicing their legal and consensual kinks, but how had Master Brent phrased it?
A lot of those things just didn't flip his switch.
She made a small ”hmm” sound, earning a questioning glance from him. This time she was happy to answer. ”I was just remembering how you said that the vampire thing didn't flip your switch, and I was thinking that several of the kinks that are probably carried out in the restroom/shower areas of Bas.e.m.e.nt 4 most likely wouldn't flip mine.”
Heat seared her body at the thought of having Master Brent soapy and hard for her in a shower. ”Well, maybe there are a few...” She trailed off deliberately and couldn't help but smile at the flash of male interest she saw in his gaze before he clenched his jaw and looked away.
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