Page 247 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Before she could finish what she’d meant to say, a group of six guys surrounded us at the bar. They were all talking amongst each other. It was so loud that it made it hard to hear anything over them.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear–”

She made a motion with her hands and I read her lips. Leaning in, I inhaled deeply as I moved closer to her ear. “You want to go somewhere quiet so we can talk.”

Two

SHELBY

I couldn’t believe I was finally talking to Easton. He was a very sought after Dominant at Syn, and while mysterious, I still suspected he was out of my league. Perhaps not if I’d interested him enough thus far. Seeing how my luck had been lately when it came to speaking to this man, a crowd of unruly guys would’ve nearly ruined it. Thankfully, he still wanted to talk, so at his suggestion, I nodded. He stood up and immediately slipped his keys and cell phone into his pocket before reaching for our drinks.

I placed my hand over his to stop him, but I saw him mouth something in protest, so I removed my hand. After grabbing my small clutch and cell phone, I followed him over to a large seating area that had several couches. I thought he might’ve chosen one of them, but instead he moved over to the large circular chair in the corner.

Easton set the drinks down on the side table, along with the items he’d put in his pocket before sitting down. I stood there foolishly wondering what to do before he cleared his throat. “Right here,” he instructed as he tapped his lap.

I hesitated a bit longer until he tapped his leg again. Deciding to not derail things with him, I moved closer, then slowly lowered myself onto him. Immediately, I was enveloped with the strong scent of his cologne. I almost swooned, especially seeing as this man was one of the sexiest Dominants here. I’d met others, especially those in his own friend circle. Some were taken, but I’d at least had a conversation or two with many of the others.

Never with you, though.

I used to think it was because he had no interest in me. Everyone seemed to have different tastes, and some men were either turned off or threatened by redheads. We had quite the reputation, especially in the sheets. ‘Red on the head, fire in the bed’ as it was said. In my case, it was true. After all, it was my kinky desires that led me to this club about six months ago.

I’d not even known a place like this existed where one could truly drop their inhibitions and let their hair down, unless the Dominant wanted it pinned up. Taking orders during sex was a turn on, but not as much of one as being tied up. So much of my life was spent being in control. I’d come from nothing but had built a small empire here in the city. Before learning of Syn, I’d dated men here and there, but I’d never felt free enough to be myself with them. I’d tried to be the woman they’d wanted me to be, all while slowly losing parts of myself in the process.

Being in this place now, I felt like just as much of an imposter as I did dating vanilla partners. My fragile house of cards could come crashing down at any minute which was something I’d always kept in mind.

At Syn, I could be as wild or loose as I wanted. There were strict rules involving confidentiality, so I never worried about being outed. Until now. This man had aroused me the very first time he looked at me, and he had ever since. I wasn’t the only one turned on. I could feel the hardness of his cock which was currently nestled against the side of my ass.

A moan nearly escaped as I imagined him taking me there. Since entering this lifestyle, there was very little I hadn’t enjoyed. Granted, there was a lot I knew nothing about, but I suspected Easton would be happy to educate me if given the chance. I let out a small sigh, then felt him tense.

“We could sit somewhere else if this isn’t okay,” he said, and I shook my head.

“No, it’s not that. I merely sighed because this feels nice. I mean being here with you does.”

I couldn’t even formulate a complete thought. I hoped Easton chalked it up to nervousness. For weeks, I’d tried to catch his eye by wearing my most revealing outfits. I never imagined he would be here tonight because he hadn’t been yesterday or the night before that. Convinced this evening would end like those, I wore something more comfortable which in hindsight happened to be the right choice.

“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, Shelby,” he finally said.

I wrapped one arm around his neck to hold myself up especially when he placed one of his hands on my bare thigh, then slowly moved it higher. “I ahhh... I’m not sure what you want to know.”

His other hand crept up my side causing me to shiver. The moment he nudged my breast with his thumb, my nipple hardened becoming visible behind my tight dress. I hadn’t worn a bra, but now I almost wished that I had.

“Anything,” he replied. “Hobbies, occupations, colors, or anything you’re comfortable sharing right now.”

“Okay. Sounds easy enough.” I thought back to what he said, then began to speak, making sure to not moan aloud as his entire hand now covered my breast. “I own a string of luxury spas in Denver, and I’m in talks to expand them into other larger cities throughout the region.”

“I’ve been to a spa for a massage or two in the past,” he offered up.

“I have my license, and I can even do tantric ones.” I saw the flare of something in his eyes and the very thought of oiling down his hard body as I writhed atop him had my panties growing wet. Now, I almost wished I hadn’t worn them.

“Very interesting,” he said, and I suspected he was filing it away for future use.

“My favorite color is pink, although it’s not very flattering on me.”

“I’m sure that’s very untrue. Since you’ve sat in my lap, I’ve thought of little else but seeing you naked where I’m sure to see something pink.” I knew he had to be referring to my pussy, and it ached in response.

“I don’t have many hobbies outside of coming to the club. I have very little time for anything else,” I continued to not dwell in the gutter his responses were sending me straight down to.

“I see.” Did he? I was about to ask what he saw, but he grinned at me. “We’ll have to find you a few hobbies while here at Syn.”

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