Page 10 of Conflicted
She turned around to look at the gorgeous man behind her. “Hello, LionTamer02.”
“Master Nathan,” he corrected.
She drew herself up to her full height and connected their gazes. The African American man gave off a delicious dominant vibe, but they hadn’t negotiated. “I think it’s a bit early to call you that,” she paused a beat before adding a defiant, “Nathan.”
Ruby leaned her back against the bar and lifted her chin. Something flashed in his eyes before he crowded her by placing one hand against the bar top. He didn’t box her in, but he pinned her to the spot more effectively than any restraints would have done.
Why, oh why, do I always have to challenge the men who attract me? She froze in place. She couldn’t be interested in him as well. – Like my life isn’t complicated enough with my conflicting feelings for Bob and Will.
Something of her inner turmoil must has shown on her face because LionTamer02 leaned marginally back, giving her more space. She relaxed a bit, and as he ran a finger over her cheek, she couldn’t prevent herself from leaning into his touch.
“I like your smart mouth, subbie,” his eyes zeroed in on her lips, “but I enjoy your submissive side even more.” His cheek creased.
Seriously? He’s even more devastating when smiling. In the looks department, Nathan rivaled with the other African American Dom in the club. Henry looked like Shemar Moore, but since the man was obviously in love with his husband and slave he never affected Ruby as this Dom.
Contrary to the married and gay Master, LionTamer02 was very much single, and from the vibes he gave off, he also seemed to be heterosexual – and interested in her.
“Ah.”
“Tell me why you smarted off to me just now.” He kept his eyes fixed on her face.
Ruby crossed her arms, involuntarily brushing against his firm biceps, and stared at the floor. The silence thickened, and she scowled. It seemed like Bob wasn’t the only Dom who played this game.
“I don’t know you, and we didn’t negotiate, so I consider us equals right now.” She looked at him from under her eyelashes.
His eyes sparkled, and he inclined his head. “Valid point and you’re welcome to call me Nathan or LionTamer02 for now.”
For now?
Before she could utter a word, he continued, “I would very much like to do a scene with you. Would you be interested?”
Her spirit lifted, and so did her head. “What kind of scene?”
He smirked. “Ever done chemical play?”
“Chemical play?” Ruby quirked an eyebrow. “Never heard of it. Explain.”
Nathan frowned at her, clearly not pleased by her blatant order. As the silence between them built, Ruby struggled to maintain eye contact. A hot tingling sensation started at the base of her skull and trickled downwards, her breasts swelled, her nipples peaked, goosebumps erupted, and a dull throbbing at the apex of her thighs made it hard to concentrate.
“Please, explain it to me,” she amended, and when his expression didn’t change, she added a hesitant, “Sir.”
He inclined his head, and the approval on his face shouldn’t have pleased her as much as it did. "Chemical play is the use of cool or hot agents on, um," he rubbed his chin, and his eyes gleamed in obvious amusement, "interesting places."
Ruby furrowed her brow. "Like?"
He lowered his hand and dipped his head. Nathan kept his eyes trained on Ruby and, with an intent gaze, replied. "Like on your nipples or labia."
Ruby squirmed in her seat, not sure if his focus on her or her interest in chemical play caused her agitation. It sounded wrong and dirty, yet intriguing.
"I think the idea excites you." His stare didn't waver.
Heart pounding like it wanted to jump right out of her chest, she admitted. "It does."
"Do you have any allergies?"
Ruby shook her head. The silence thickened between them.
"No, Sir."
