voice came through, a little tinny, the sound of the rain in the background.
“Mischa, it’s me.”
“I’ll come right down.”
“Don’t be daft, I’m coming up. Buzz me in.”
She did, then rushed back into the bathroom to take one last look at her reflection, making sure her hair was in place, her hem straight.
A knock on the front door had her scurrying as fast as she could in her heels across the wood floor. She took a deep breath, patted her hair once more.
Don’t be silly.
But she couldn’t help herself. Not when it came to Connor. She may as well accept that before their big evening together. She just
would
be a girl around him.
She opened the door.
He was dressed all in black, which she knew most of the doms did for a play party or dungeon night. Dark jeans, tight black T-shirt beneath his black leather jacket. Heavy black boots, which she really loved. She had a thing for big black boots on a man. Something so masculine, so bad boy about them.
“Hi. Ah, don’t you look gorgeous,” he said, pulling her into him as he stepped through the door, nearly dragging her off her feet, making her stumble a little.
“Hi, yourself.” She laughed, her heart thumping out a hard, even rhythm.
“Come here and kiss me, girl,” he ordered.
As if she could do anything else. He held her so damn tight, his big hands wrapped possessively around her waist. He bent his head, crushed his lips to hers, the kiss soft and hard all at once. When he opened her lips with his, she melted, her body going loose and hot all over.
God, the man could kiss! Like the devil himself. Slow, hard, thoroughly wicked kisses.
When he let her go she was breathless.
“Ready for our night at the club?” he asked, his hands still at her waist.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“You look ready.” He grinned. “Dressed for an evening of fun. Dressed for sex. You always do, though, don’t you? But I love that about you. Sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
Did he have any idea what that did to her, hearing him say that to her? But he didn’t look as if it was calculated. He looked as if he was simply saying what was on his mind. Not that she’d never had a man compliment her before; quite the contrary. But coming from him it meant more…
“Come on. Get your coat and we’ll go.”
She nodded, pulled her long black trench from the front closet by the door. He insisted on helping her into it, which she loved. All these small, gentlemanly gestures. Most of the guys she’d dated were devoid of any chivalry. It was something she’d noted in many of the dominant men at the BDSM clubs she’d been to. Most of them were as careful with the submissive girls they played with as they were rough, in some odd combination she’d always admired. He even took the key from her hand and locked the door behind them.
He kept one hand at the small of her back as they took theelevator down and led her outside, popping open a black umbrella, helping her into his car.
“I’ll turn the seat warmers on for you, just give them a minute,” he said as the big engine purred to life. He pulled into the street.
The car felt strangely luxurious. It wasn’t what she’d expected of a Hummer. She’d always thought of them as military vehicles. But the seat was plush and growing warmer by the second, just as he’d said, which was lovely in the cold evening air. The dashboard held an array of small dials and lights, giving off a soft amber glow.
“Do you have any questions about how things will happen at the club?” he asked her, glancing at her before returning his gaze to the road.
“I imagine it’s very much the same as going to the clubs in San Francisco.”
“Tonight is a VIP night. Which means the rules are a bit looser. The Safe, Sane and Consensual credo still stands, of course, but only the most serious players are allowed in—those with a special membership. There are no gawkers on a VIP night. There may be some very heavy scenes going on.
“Mischa, it’s me.”
“I’ll come right down.”
“Don’t be daft, I’m coming up. Buzz me in.”
She did, then rushed back into the bathroom to take one last look at her reflection, making sure her hair was in place, her hem straight.
A knock on the front door had her scurrying as fast as she could in her heels across the wood floor. She took a deep breath, patted her hair once more.
Don’t be silly.
But she couldn’t help herself. Not when it came to Connor. She may as well accept that before their big evening together. She just
would
be a girl around him.
She opened the door.
He was dressed all in black, which she knew most of the doms did for a play party or dungeon night. Dark jeans, tight black T-shirt beneath his black leather jacket. Heavy black boots, which she really loved. She had a thing for big black boots on a man. Something so masculine, so bad boy about them.
“Hi. Ah, don’t you look gorgeous,” he said, pulling her into him as he stepped through the door, nearly dragging her off her feet, making her stumble a little.
“Hi, yourself.” She laughed, her heart thumping out a hard, even rhythm.
“Come here and kiss me, girl,” he ordered.
As if she could do anything else. He held her so damn tight, his big hands wrapped possessively around her waist. He bent his head, crushed his lips to hers, the kiss soft and hard all at once. When he opened her lips with his, she melted, her body going loose and hot all over.
God, the man could kiss! Like the devil himself. Slow, hard, thoroughly wicked kisses.
When he let her go she was breathless.
“Ready for our night at the club?” he asked, his hands still at her waist.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“You look ready.” He grinned. “Dressed for an evening of fun. Dressed for sex. You always do, though, don’t you? But I love that about you. Sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
Did he have any idea what that did to her, hearing him say that to her? But he didn’t look as if it was calculated. He looked as if he was simply saying what was on his mind. Not that she’d never had a man compliment her before; quite the contrary. But coming from him it meant more…
“Come on. Get your coat and we’ll go.”
She nodded, pulled her long black trench from the front closet by the door. He insisted on helping her into it, which she loved. All these small, gentlemanly gestures. Most of the guys she’d dated were devoid of any chivalry. It was something she’d noted in many of the dominant men at the BDSM clubs she’d been to. Most of them were as careful with the submissive girls they played with as they were rough, in some odd combination she’d always admired. He even took the key from her hand and locked the door behind them.
He kept one hand at the small of her back as they took theelevator down and led her outside, popping open a black umbrella, helping her into his car.
“I’ll turn the seat warmers on for you, just give them a minute,” he said as the big engine purred to life. He pulled into the street.
The car felt strangely luxurious. It wasn’t what she’d expected of a Hummer. She’d always thought of them as military vehicles. But the seat was plush and growing warmer by the second, just as he’d said, which was lovely in the cold evening air. The dashboard held an array of small dials and lights, giving off a soft amber glow.
“Do you have any questions about how things will happen at the club?” he asked her, glancing at her before returning his gaze to the road.
“I imagine it’s very much the same as going to the clubs in San Francisco.”
“Tonight is a VIP night. Which means the rules are a bit looser. The Safe, Sane and Consensual credo still stands, of course, but only the most serious players are allowed in—those with a special membership. There are no gawkers on a VIP night. There may be some very heavy scenes going on.
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