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The nickname was growing on me. “I do have one stipulation, and I’m not sure you’re going to like it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If it is what you need to feel safe and secure, I will gladly do it.”

I wasn’t too sure about that. “Master Kade would also need to come with us.”

To Mal’s credit, he didn’t flinch or blink, didn’t get angry or insulted. Instead, he dropped his hand from my cheek and turned towards Jason. “I apologize for stepping between the two of you. If she requires your company to feel safe, then I will, of course, allow it. However, I don’t share. You’re an observer only.”

I leaned around Mal’s body to see what Jason’s reaction was to this. Both he and I knew he had no intention of being anything other than a watcher. That wasn’t our relationship, but Mal didn’t know that. And Jason didnothandle taking orders well.

Jason looked Mal up and down slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. Then he turned to Valentino. “You said Noah was available?”

Valentino nodded. “He was, last time I checked.”

“Tell him I want him in panties and a skirt kneeling outside the room Dani will be using in ten minutes. I’ll use him while she gets what she needs inside.” Jason’s calculating look turned back to Mal. “The door will be open and I’ll be right outside, listening to everything.”

The threat in his voice was clear, but Mal did not back down. “I’ll make sure the volume is turned up for you.”

Chapter Thirteen

Mal

There wereseven private rooms upstairs of various themes. Room One was a bedroom of black and red coloring with a four-poster bed, chains, and a sex swing. Room Two was an entire room full of fluffy pillows, stuffed animals, blankets, and anything else soft that a little might desire. Room Three had a St. Andrews cross, a spanking bench, and a pulley system for shibari rope bondage. Room Four had a gyno-chair with a doctor theme, complete with a fucking machine. Room Five was nicknamed the Butt Room for a reason; it had a standalone frame with steel fittings adjustable for PVC bondage pipes, as well as every butt plug, dildo, anal beads, electrical stimulators, and more that one might need for anal fun. Room Six was set up like a private room at a stripper bar, complete with a wet bar—non-alcoholic drinks only—and a U-shape cushion seating surrounding a dancing pole. Room Seven was a room of mirrors. It gave total and uninhibited viewing pleasure of anyone bound to the wood frame in the center.

The other spacing upstairs was for the three group rooms, one being more than double the size of one of the private spaces. Parties, orgies, share-fests, and more happened in those rooms.

All were monitored via cameras inside and outside the rooms by the club’s security employees. There was also a Dungeon Master assigned to the hall, as well as one per group room during a reservation. There were emergency switches inside each room, as well as an intercom system should security need to issue a warning. Every room was supplied a first aid kit, water bottles, towels, lube, gloves, sanitation solution, and condoms of all shapes, sizes, and styles.

Other than the little room, I’d been in all of these rooms more times than I could count. Open parties tended to be literal and anyone could join. For others, I was invited to private events or they wanted my expertise. I’d also reserved the private rooms to spend more specific time with a submissive.

I’d even been in Room Six before and had told the women to dance for me. None of this was new to me, and yet it was. It brought back that comparison of how simply being near my little owl at the bar felt more sensual than the blowjob I’d just received in the men’s room. Nothing about this wasnormal, and fuck if I knew why.

It took Valentino a few minutes to get the upstairs ready, as per the little owl’s specifications. It sounded like she had a specific playlist or maybe a style of songs that she preferred to dance to. While waiting, I sat her back down at the bar to speak with her about her limitations.

“First, I would like a name to call you.”

“Dani,” she answered automatically.

“If that is the name you desire to be called by, then I’ll stick with ‘Little Owl’,” I told her. “Because it’s as fake as those eyes and hair. I don’t mind anonymity. In fact, that mask is beyond sexy, but I won’t call you by a name that isn’t yours.”

She turned her face away from me. “You can call me ‘Little Owl’.”

Fair enough. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t a hard limit for me. Speaking of, “What are your hard limits? Valentino wouldn’t say, but I need to know before we go upstairs.”

She did not cower or look shamed when she shifted on her bar stool to face me. I liked that. Really, really liked that. She might submit, but she was no coward. I’d met a lot of men and women over the years who were meek in their submission. If that was their true self, then more power to them, but that was not whoIdesired.

“Bondage. I can’t be restrained.”

The defensiveness in her voice was a shame. True, the ‘B’ in BDSM stood for Bondage, but that did not mean it was a requirement of the lifestyle. People tended to think of bondage as a necessity, but there were so many facets to BDSM. The fact that that defensiveness was there at all told me that she’d been judged for that limit, and perhaps even ridiculed for it.

I did not blink as I told her, “I can respect that. Anything else?”

I saw the surprise on her face before she quickly washed it away. “I do not like being taken from behind.”

Nowthatwas something we were going to need to talk about further because I’d already bent her over a dance pole and fucked her from behind. It was our one and only experience, but she hadn’t safe-worded. There’d been no hint of distress. And I knew for a fact that she’d orgasmed.

But I also knew that orgasms were a biological response and not all orgasms were a reaction to the pleasure the person was mentally feeling.

I reached for her face, holding her steady in my hand so she could not turn away from me. “Did I breach your limits two weeks ago? You will be honest with me or we go no further.”

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