Page 11 of Flirt

Chapter Four

Gabriella

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When I walked throughthe entrance of the club, there had been no need to look around to know eyes locked onto me—I felt them. It took every ounce of my strength not to turn around and leave. Eventually, I mustered enough courage and scanned the area to look for Max. I had no clue what I would have done if I hadn’t spotted him across the room. He stood with Master Mark talking, then his head turned, and he looked directly at me.

I hadn’t been thinking when I joined a BDSM club. I knew nothing about any of it outside of what I had read. Between the romances with BDSM elements and some articles I found through a search engine on the net, I was still left with just the basic information.

If I had half of a brain, I would have turned around and left, called Master Mark tomorrow and apologize, then explain I had made a mistake.

Instead, I stood there, debated in my head whether I had lost my mind or not, and watched as both men moved toward me. Why did the man have to look so dang good? Everything was his fault. He was tall, blond, and there were models who would never look as good as Max in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket that showed more than just a little wear and tear. So yes, the blame rested at his feet.

Max moved like a man who was confident and comfortable in his skin. His body language alone screamed dominant alpha male!

As he and Master Mark approached, they were talking, but I had no clue what was being said. I was too focused on Max’s piercing brown eyes directed at me. When I finally regained my speech ability and acknowledged the two men, I had forgotten the most basic rule of a submissive addressing a Dom or Doms.

Thanks to Master Mark’s polite reminder, it registered, and then I corrected my blunder. Master Mark seemed satisfied, Max, not so much. His statement about ‘Glad something stuck’ blah blah blah, irked me enough to settle my previous ‘take flight’ nervousness and replace it with annoyance.

I didn’t understand how one man in minutes made me go through several different emotions.

When Max sat down next to me on the couch, to the point we were almost touching but not, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. I knew it was a strategic move on his part, and the knowledge of it hadn’t kept the slight shiver that coursed through my body from happening. No, the man had barely touched me since we had met, yet he had my system going nuts.

He placed his arm around my shoulders, pulled me closer to him, and the sliver of space between us dissolved. He lifted his hand off my shoulder and weaved his fingers through my hair until the tips of them brushed the skin on the back of my neck.

“Do I make you nervous?”

“No, Sir,” I quickly responded. Too quickly.

Max’s hand moved and replaced his fingers until his whole hand rest against my neck. Leaning down, he put his mouth to my ear and said, “Don’t lie to me,” as he squeezed my neck.

I took a deep breath and blew it out. “Okay, maybe a little,” I answered. Shocked at how the words came out breathy even after I had taken the cleansing breath before. I wasn’t sure I liked the effect the man had on me.

Max shifted, turned his body more toward me, then reached out with his other arm, and laid it just above my knee.

“Just a little?” he asked before he leaned his head closer, then sucked my earlobe into his mouth as his hand caressed its way up my thigh and back down while the hand on my neck held me in place.

The small moan that escaped caught me off guard. Still, before I had the time to become embarrassed because we sat in the open, he bit down on my earlobe, then released it and began to run his tongue down my neck. At the same time, his hand he had slid to the inside of my thigh made the journey upward.

The beat of my heart sped up, my eyes closed, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. I unconsciously widened my legs, which gave his hand an uninterrupted path to my core that was quickly beginning to heat.

“Here is the key to your locker and the one to room seven. Everything is ready for you,” was said in a voice laced with amusement. My eyes snapped open, and the man Max had spoken with at the bar stood in front of us.

Max straightened, dropped his hand from my neck, and pulled the other from between my legs. As he did, his hand brushed against the seam of my pants at my center. I bit down on my tongue to keep the moan from escaping but could do nothing to halt my body’s reaction.

“Thanks, Mitch,” Max said as he took the keys Mitch held out.

“Anytime,” he answered, then turned his head in my direction and ran his eyes over me before going back to Max and adding. “This is the first time I’m actually disappointed that you never allow viewing.” Max grinned, and Mitch gave me one last look before he turned and walked away.

I had a pretty good idea what Mitch meant about viewing. Which wasn’t going to work for me. No way I wanted to be on display. Max had shown me the private room area, and several of them had windows with shades that could be opened if the occupants wished to allow people to stop and watch. I let out an unladylike snort thinking of them.

“Is there a problem?”

“I just thought if store windows had the same type of displays, they would have plenty of customer traffic.”

Max smiled and held out his hand. I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me to my feet. “No doubt they would, but their objective is to get the customers in the store. Not gathering on the sidewalk outside.”

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