Page 2 of Master of Pleasure (Lessons From the Rack 3)

“Look at me,” he whispered in a low command. He knew there were Doms who wanted a submissive to always look down. He wasn’t one of them. He thought a person’s eyes gave away too much information to not be aware of them.

She lifted her head, and he was taken aback by her coloring. The paleness of her eyes when paired with the slight red hues in her hair made her look like a naughty angel. He quickly shutdown that line of thought, telling himself no good would come from fantasizing about her. At least not right now.

Her skin had a delicate complexion, and either she never went out in the sun or she covered herself with sunscreen.

“My name is John,” he said.

John was actually his middle name. Whenever he wanted to go somewhere and fly under the radar, he used the name John.

He frowned, realizing she hadn’t said anything in response.

“Your name?” he asked.

She looked at him with wide eyes. He cursed inwardly. Surely to goodness she wasn’t innocent.

“If that simple question is too much for you, you may want to rethink being here.” He didn’t say it to be cruel. The truth was, if she was that mousey, there were Doms at the club who would eat her alive. He told himself he was trying to spare her some heartache.

“Ronnie,” she said with a slight lift of her chin. “My name is Ronnie. And I apologize for not answering you more quickly. You reminded me of somebody.”

“Terrence Knight.” He nodded. “I get that a lot.”

She smiled. It wasn’t a normal smile. The smile she gave him said that she knew what he was doing, she was well aware of his game, and that she wanted to play. “No,” she said. “Not him. Someone else entirely.”

He had a feeling she could be fun to play with. “Ronnie? Is it short for something?”

“Yes.”

He laughed when she didn’t explain further. “Can I get you a drink, Ronnie?”

“You may, but I’m only drinking tonic water with lime.” She’d twisted her barstool away from the group of submissives and only faced him now. Her gaze was sharp and unrelenting. Sheuncrossed her legs and left her knees slightly parted. “I never drink alcohol when there’s a potential for play.”

“Neither do I.” His opinion of her was changing rapidly. Yes, he’d originally been drawn to her looks, but standing in front of her with her legs parted just enough to be a subtle sign she would be willing to play, he was starting to see there was so much more to her.

She sucked a sip of tonic water through her straw, and the sight of those full, red lips around the piece of plastic did crazy things to his cock. She blinked innocently while taking another sip.

Oh yes, this one would be trouble.

He stepped almost between her legs, invading her space on purpose. “Are you going to play tonight?”

“Maybe, if the right Dom happens to pass my way.”

He nodded to a group of nearby couches. “Would you like to go have a seat and talk with me about what you’re looking for?”

She tilted her head and gave him another once-over. “Okay.”

With a smile that looked more natural this time, she hopped off the stool and headed for a couch.

Watching her, Terrence had the craziest feeling he knew her from somewhere. It hadn’t hit him until she flashed that smile. The real one. But he felt it rather improbable that he could have met her and not remembered. Maybe she’d been an extra in one of his movies. That was more likely, but for some reason, she didn’t give off the actress vibe.

Either way, she had made it to a couch and was waiting for him. He had more important things to attend to at the moment.

He walked over to the couch where she sat. She scooted over as he took a seat beside her. He opened his mouth to talk, but before he could get a word out, she started.

“I’m not new to the scene,” she said. “But I’m new to this club. That’s why you’ve never seen me before, in case you’re wondering.”

“I wasn’t.” He kept his answer short. From just the few minutes he’d been around her, he had the feeling Ronnie would always try to top from the bottom. She needed a firm Dom.

He had never been as firm with Andie as he needed to be. Hell, he never got a chance to scene with Andie. He’d enrolled her at RACK Academy, and she had fallen for that Fulton guy.

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