Page 44 of A Billionaire Dom

Davin

Linsey deserved better than this.Better than me calling her up because I needed the sort of release I could only get at Euphoria, but the thought of sex with anyone other than Linsey wasn’t appealing.

I was beginning to think I’d never want anyone other than her.

Especially after she opened her door, and I got an eyeful of what she was wearing.

Leather.

Leather pants with zippers running from waist to ankle on the outside of both legs. A leather corset with ties up the front. A pair of four-inch heels. And a black leather choker with small silver studs.

It took every ounce of willpower I had to not take her right there in the doorway. Then I realized that I’d be able to take her into Euphoria and show her off, and I liked that idea. Last time, I’d shown people that she’d been mine in the moment, but if I walked in with her on my arm and a collar around her neck, they’d allknowshe was mine.

As much as the idea appealed to me, though, I couldn’t let her go in there without telling her what it would look like. A choker in my world wasn’t just an accessory.

“I love what you’re wearing,” I said as I pulled out of the parking lot.

“Thanks,” she said, glancing my way, “though I feel like there’s abutcoming.”

I glanced at her and smiled. “There is. Sort of.” I turned left. “If we go in there together and you’re wearing that choker, people might think you’re my submissive.”

“Really.”

“It looks a lot like a collar, and it’s fairly common for Dominants in my world to put collars on their submissives to show ownership.”

When she didn’t say anything, I took advantage of stopping at a red light and turned my head to look at her. She was grinning.

“I know that.” She winked. “But don’t panic. I’m not staking a claim to you or anything like that. I just figured it’d be an easy way to keep other people from propositioning us…unless you would want that.”

The thought of someone else approaching Linsey for sex made me scowl. That, however, didn’t bother me as much as the way my heart thumped at the thought of people thinking she was mine.

“Sounds like you’ve done some research.” I steered the subject to safer ground as we kept going.

“A bit,” she admitted. “The whole BDSM thing interests me, and I’m the kind of person who doesn’t like going into something blind. When Sherry invited me to Euphoria, I checked some things out.”

I processed that as I parked behind the club. When she accepted the hand I offered to help her out of the car, I kept it as we walked to the entrance. Her hand felt delicate in mind. She had a large, strong presence that made it easy to forget that she wasn’t quite average height and had a slender build. She wasn’t tiny, but she was small. If I lost control, I could hurt her without meaning to.

I signed her in as my guest and waited for her to fix the guest pin to her top. If she wanted to join the club, I decided, I’d sponsor her membership, no matter what happened between us. I understood what it was like to finally find a place where your desires weren’t shocking, where you could be your whole self, without having to hide any part of who you were. And I liked the idea that she was comfortable here.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked as we walked inside.

“Yes, please.”

The atmosphere was mellower than usual, the music more of a pulsating background than the kind that demanded movement. The mid-week crowd was generally more intimate, made up of people who saw Euphoria not only as a place to be accepted but as a part of their family. I was about halfway between the two mentalities.

I knew a few of them and nodded as Linsey and I made our way to the bar. We each ordered a drink, then settled on barstools to enjoy them. After a minute or two of silence, I decided to say something that had been on my mind since she’d opened the door.

“I’m surprised at how well you move in that outfit,” I said, leaning close to her ear. “It looks like it’s been painted on.”

“If it had been painted on,” she said, her dark eyes dancing, “then you would be able to tell that I’m not wearing anything under it. At all.”

All of the blood in my body rushed south, leaving me light-headed. I liked lingerie as much as the next person, but something about the idea of that soft, supple leather rubbing against her bare flesh made me painfully hard.

“Did you have anything specific in mind tonight?” I asked.

“Me?” She looked surprised at the question. “I assumed, since it was your idea to be here, that you had something you wanted to do.”

I took her now-empty glass from her hand and set it on the bar next to mine. Then I curled my fingers around the back of her neck, rubbing my thumb in the hollow behind her earlobe.

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