Page 30 of Tempted By her Daddies

“There are quieter spaces in the other room. I want you to come with me to talk, but there will be other people around. So you will not be alone with me.”

“Okay, sure.”

Dear Lord.

This worried him. Did she not even feel an ounce of concern and fear? He was a stranger. Shouldn’t she be with the other new subs? Any completely new sub had to stay with a monitor especially assigned to them. And then they were to run any scenes by them. How had she gotten past that level?

Salem lightly took hold of her forearm and led her through the crowd. He kept her close, not wanting to lose her or for her to be stepped on. They made it through the throng and past the kitten who had been taken out of the cage. She was being cradled in her Dom’s arms. It created a moment of longing inside him.

He enjoyed having complete control over his sub. Of taking care of her. He loved aftercare.

Unfortunately, most of the people he tried to take care of didn’t appreciate it.

They should.

Shit.

Now he really did sound like an asshole.

But, yes, he was jealous of that Dom. He got to hold his sub close, take care of her in all ways. And she looked like she was lapping that up. As though she needed it.

He’d spent so much time chasing after Pinky that he had neglected that part of himself. And it was rearing up, demanding that he find someone to fill that hole inside him.

Easy.

This little sub wasn’t that person. She was just someone who needed a bit of guidance.

But damn, she smelled good. He couldn’t smell her before with the scent of so many bodies and everything else in the room.

However, as he led her over to one of the privacy booths in the quiet room behind the bar, he caught hints of vanilla and something else.

Salem stepped into the booth and sat, but he didn’t pull the privacy screen. He hoped that would help her feel safer with him. Although she still showed no signs of fear.

“What are we doing in here?” she asked as she settled onto the leather seat.

He noticed then that she was wearing black leather gloves.

“Aren’t you hot in those gloves?” he asked.

She gave him a curious look as she shook her head. The lighting was dim in here, but it was enough for him to see her face clearly. Plump lips, long eyelashes, high cheekbones.

Yes, she was utterly gorgeous.

And it was a wonder that one of the Doms here hadn’t already propositioned her.

“You lied to me.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “I only met you fifteen minutes ago. I don’t even know your name. How could I have lied to you?”

“It surprises me too. Considering that you’re a sub in a club filled with Doms who wouldn’t hesitate to punish you for lying.”

“But none of them are my Doms, are they? And I didn’t agree to any punishments.”

Okay, perhaps she had more experience than he thought. Relief filled him. Along with a hint of sadness that surprised him.

Why wouldn’t he want her to be experienced?

Because he wanted to teach her? That was absurd. Like she had said, they’d met fifteen minutes ago. After they had this chat, he was leaving. And he doubted he would see her again.

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