My lips suddenly felt very dry. I licked them and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
Put on the spot like this, I felt nervous as hell while Ace patiently waited for my answer. We both knew what it was gonna be, but I was still nervous.
“I…uh…yeah, that sounds good,” I managed to say at last. My voice was barely above a whisper.
Ace exhaled loudly. “Thank god, I really don’t know what I’d have done if you’d left me hanging there,” he said with a laugh. He stood up from the bed and returned to the wardrobe.
After a moment, he looked at me, his face turning pensive. I felt his gaze on me and looked up from where I was putting together a chest of drawers.
“Can you tell me why you wore a ‘Taken’ band last night?”
I glanced back down at the instructions before answering. “I moved to this city three months ago. Rowan knows nothing about my interests in BDSM, and she’s my only close friend here.
“I was nervous to go to the club for the first time, and I knew I wasn’t interested in scening straight away, so I thought I’d save myself having to explain that over and over. The band kept any interest away.”
“Ah, I see.” Ace’s face cleared. “When was the last time you had a master? Or have you not had a d/s relationship outside a club?”
He asked the questions so casually. BDSM was so much a part of his life, and he was obviously extremely comfortable talking about it outside clubs.
It was strange for me though. I was so used to confining it to the club because none of my friends were interested in it. It was not something I was used to discussing in the real world.
“I’ve never had an official master. I’ve only ever scened a couple of times with doms; it’s hard for me to find the right dynamic.”
“I should admit I’m not a perfect sub. I act bratty and test doms’ patience at times. But that’s because I love winding them up and being punished for it,” I confessed with a giggle.
It was always hilarious to watch the fury on a dom’s face when you disrespected them—that gobsmacked look of disbelief that you just spoke to them that way, that hardness in their eyes that indicated the exact moment they thought of how to punish you.
I felt Ace’s warm eyes on me again, his lips curled up in a half-smile. “Honestly,” he said, exhaling loudly, “that’s a relief to hear. So many of the subs I have been with were too obedient, too well-behaved.
“They didn’t challenge me; they just asked, ‘How high,’ when I said, ‘Jump,’ and sometimes, doms like the challenge.”
I grinned at him. “Well, I’m a challenge, all right.”
My words made him chuckle. The air crackled around us again, and our chemistry came rushing back to the surface.
I turned my focus back to the drawer instructions, trying to break the moment before we got distracted.
We didn’t talk anymore about BDSM, but from our short interaction, I was hopeful that Ace and I were going to be a good fit. We obviously needed to discuss more about it before we scened.
When we had finally finished the guest room, Rowan called up the stairs and told us we were done for the day.
I spun around to head downstairs, but Ace caught my wrist. He turned me back around and gently held my chin.
“When are you coming back to the club? I want to scene with you this week,” he said. From the look in his smoldering eyes, he wanted to scene with me right now.
“Um, I was thinking of going on Wednesday. I assumed it might be quieter on a weekday, and I could look around some more,” I told him.
Ace nodded and smiled. “Fancy scening Wednesday?”
My body hummed with both nerves and excitement at the prospect of scening with this delicious dom in three days. “Okay,” I mumbled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Ace chuckled darkly, and I caught his predatory gaze as I looked up. He leaned in close, letting me inhale his heady aftershave.
“Oh, little Sub,” he murmured, “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
I blushed at his seductive statement, laced with promise and warning.
He took me by surprise by closing the gap between our lips and kissing me again. I was not complaining though.
I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible. His large hands slid up and down my back, driving me crazy with the feel of his hands on my body.
He grabbed my butt and squeezed it hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. He took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into mine.
Just like our kiss earlier, this was instantly and intensely addictive. I wanted nothing more than to keep kissing Ace, but Rowan spoiled the fun by calling us from downstairs.
We pulled away, our breathing ragged. Ace chuckled and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind my ear. “Come on, little Sub, let’s go downstairs.”
My cheeks flushed at the nickname; he seemed fond of using it.
I followed him to the kitchen.
Rowan and Dale thanked us for our work, and Ace led me out to his car. It was a beautiful Ford truck, and I eagerly climbed into the cabin.
Conversation flowed easily, natural as breathing, as Ace drove me home. It was amazing how a couple of kisses could put you at complete ease with a total stranger—they had really broken the ice, and how!
Ace pulled up outside my house and cut the engine. He twisted his body to face me, with his arm resting on the wheel.
“So, I’ll see you Wednesday?” he said with a smirk.
I nodded and grabbed my handbag. “Yeah.”
“Kiss goodbye?” he asked cheekily.
I giggled like an excited schoolgirl kissing for the first time. I leaned forward and softly pressed my lips to his—too softly for Ace’s liking apparently as he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his lips more firmly to mine.
I sank into him; he was irresistible. I dropped my handbag and gripped his T-shirt with my fingers.
Before I knew it, we were heatedly making out in his car, like teenagers. I didn’t know why it became as heated as it did; maybe because we knew we would be seeing each other only after a couple of days.
We grabbed at each other, squeezing and gripping like we couldn’t get enough. When we finally pulled away, we were both panting, and my lips were throbbing.
Ace planted a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. “See you soon, Ana.”
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My heart was beating so loudly that I thought other people must be able to hear it. I twisted my fingers and scanned the room again.
The club opened at six o’clock on Wednesdays. I had arrived at a quarter past. It was half past now, and I had had my one drink. I decided to do another round of the room. I wandered around, pretending to watch the demonstrations.
All I could think of was Ace and when he was going to get here. I was standing in front of a demonstration, trying to focus on it. Suddenly, I tensed up as two thick arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
I was momentarily alarmed, but then a whiff of Ace’s seductive aftershave surrounded me. I looked over my shoulder at Ace, who grinned and spun me around.
“I have to say, little Sub, I approve of this outfit entirely,” he murmured huskily.
His fingers played with the lace trim on my leather corset. I smiled at him. Even in my heels, I was still so much shorter than him, able to reach his lips only by standing on tiptoes.
“I’m glad you like it, kind sir,” I replied happily.
He looked incredible in a black shirt, with a couple of buttons undone at the top. Even his legs looked hot in tight black jeans, and he was wearing those Timberlands again.
“Do you want to look around for a bit?” Ace asked.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, which was becoming a habit with him, and I instinctively leaned into his hand.
I couldn’t believe I would get to play with him tonight. Unsure of whether I needed to start acting like we were scening or not, I decided to play it safe.
“It’s your choice, sir; I’ll do whatever you want,” I responded obediently.
Ace didn’t appear to react much, but I noticed the way his jaw clenched. “On second thought, I want to take you to the dungeon now,” he said. His voice was hoarse with desire, and he looked as horny as I felt.
He grasped my small hand in his large one and led me across the room firmly. I followed, teetering in my heels.
Members watched us with interest, with a lot of eyes latched on to us, some with appreciation, others with envy.
Ace had said he didn’t scene often; I was new, and members always loved fresh meat. It was no wonder our combined presence was attracting attention.
Ace led me down the stairs to one of the private rooms. He stopped outside and checked whether it was empty. He then turned to me and got into my personal space.
“You ready to do this, little Sub?”
