Page 8 of Flirt Away

He glanced at his watch. One would begin in about ten minutes. He motioned to the bartender to bring over two glasses of his favorite blend. He looped his arm over the back of Dixie’s seat, letting his fingers toy with the soft strands of her hair. His job was to make new potential clients feel comfortable, but this went too far and could be seen as grounds for dismissal.

He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Dixie. And something told him that his desire would go beyond the physical hold she had on his mind, body, and soul. “Much of what goes on here in the main room is geared toward the dominant and submissive. Whether it be a man in the dom role or a woman, that is up to the individual and the couple, though we have a lot more men doms, as you will see.”

“Do you have anyone who swings both ways?”

Zane laughed. “It doesn’t work that way in the club. You’ll see submissives kneeling for all doms. It’s a sign of respect. They call them ‘Master.’ So, inside Club Allure, once a submissive, always a submissive. But what people do behind closed doors outside of here, as long as it’s consensual and not illegal, that’s not for us to judge. You have to remember, this is a sexual appetite. A desire. It fills a void, fulfills a need.”

“What about you? What are you into?” she asked.

“We’re not here for me, now are we?” He handed her a glass of wine the waiter had brought over and tapped his against it. “Tonight is about you and finding out if the club has something to offer you and your needs.” He pointed toward the center of the room. “Sit back and relax.”

“What’s happening?”

“A demonstration of what happens between a dom and his submissive. How safe bondage is. How it doesn’t hurt. It shows how the submissive has power and control while letting the dom have his way with her, all while maintaining mutual trust and respect.” Zane inched closer, feeling the heat from her skin clinging to his body. He’d sat with other women during demonstrations before. While watching was always a turn-on, it was never something that excited him in a way that he wanted to experience it sexually.

Much less wanting to share the experience intimately with the woman sitting next to him. This was new territory, and he had no idea what he was doing.

“We’re going to sit here and watch?” she asked.

He nodded. “It’s all part of Club Allure. And it might give you a better understanding of your true desires and fetishes, and how best to fulfill them while in a safe environment.”

Her beautiful cheeks turned even redder.

He loved her innocence. Because, deep down, he knew there was nothing sexually innocent about Dixie. Being submissive might not be her thing, but when she found what she wanted, he knew there would be no stopping her.

He just hoped he would be able to find a way to be on the receiving end.

Fuck. How did one woman get under his skin in a matter of thirty minutes?

He didn’t get out enough.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she stared intently at the couple. The dom ordered his submissive to kneel and put her hands behind her back, and she did just that.

Dixie flinched when the dom used a flogger on his submissive.

Zane refrained from putting his hands on Dixie, even though he wanted to reassure her that the lady was enjoying every second with her master. The experience was as sexually satisfying for her as it was for the dom. Maybe even more. The trust one had to allow someone to take charge was unique and when a sub found their dom, it was magical.

Not that Zane had ever tried either role. He preferred a more yin and yang kind of experience. But he wouldn’t mind being tied up a time or two either with the right partner.

However, instead of watching the demonstration, like Zane often did during these tours, he kept his focus on the beauty sitting next to him, enjoying her reactions.

Her tongue took a long, slow, broad stroke over her pink lips before she took a sip of her wine. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and under the fabric of her dress, he saw her nipples tighten and pucker.

He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

As things heated up onstage and got rougher, Zane shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He’d seen almost everything in the club, and not once had he ended up with a full-on erection.

His desire had nothing to do with the dom and his submissive and everything to do with the sexy woman sitting next to him.

Dixie glanced in his direction.

He swallowed.

Hard.

“Would you like to do that to a woman?” Dixie asked.

He tore his gaze from her to the stage and back again. “No. I’m not into whips and things like that, though I would never deny a woman—that I was in a relationship with—her desires, so I could be open to it.” Shit. He shouldn’t be talking about himself. “Would you like to be on the receiving end? Because you can give it a try, tonight if you’d like. That master is open to more than one submissive. He’s not exclusive, and demonstrations are also about experimenting.”

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