Vulnerable by Allyson Young Page A

for the dominance in the bedroom part.
    Ross accepted her friends, too, even if she didn’t see them as much anymore because the bulk of her free time was spent with him. He had been true to his word about Emily, introducing her to a house Dom at Club Pleasure. Master Jordan had apparently lusted after another Dom’s sub and had not been managing the rejection very well. He had taken Emily on as a favor to Ross, and Emily was becoming a more likeable person every day, her bratty side toned down and her self-absorption less apparent. Elise was very curious about that relationship but would wait for Em to share with her if and when she wanted to.
    Ross introduced her to some of his friends from the Club, and while it was clear the men were very dominant and their wives and girlfriends probably submissive, Elise was in no way uncomfortable. Elise actually considered the member room they used to play in their own special place and was fascinated with the other areas. She hoped to get to know Ross’s friends better over time. In fact, she met one couple who intrigued her, probably because she accidentally overheard their conversation during one of their frequent visits.
    She had been coming back from the restroom when she heard it and froze in her tracks. Directly to her right, inside of one of the member rooms, was one of the couples she had met over drinks.
    “Graham, I swear that if you don’t quit looking at me like that I’ll crown you! I’m freaking well nearly seven months pregnant, and you are not making me strip here so that you can tie me down and torment me!”
    The little dark-haired woman, Elise remembered her being introduced as Kennedy Alexander, was standing nose to chest with a large, blocky man, hands on her hips, the large, unwieldy bulge of her belly so very prominent on her little frame. She was clearly indignant, and the couple was engrossed in one another, oblivious to Elise’s proximity.
    The big man rumbled, “Sweetheart, you make me hot no matter what. C’mon, we’re at the Club, and this is our old room, and we never get to play like we did ’cause Nathan won’t stay out of our bedroom! Please, Kennedy.”
    Before Elise’s amazed eyes, the big man, Graham, dropped to his knees and snuffled against his wife’s belly. Her hands dropped to his head and loosened the leather tie that held his rather long blond hair at the nape of his neck. Kennedy ran her fingers through the strands, and Elise saw her eyes close and her body relax. Without stopping to consider her actions, Elise quietly stepped inside the room and reached for the door handle. The other woman’s eyes flew open and met hers in surprise, and then she smiled, a warm, Madonna-like smile, and Elise carefully pulled the door shut. She made her way back to where Ross sat with Emily and Jordan, house Dom extraordinaire to hear Em tell it, and took her seat. Ross looked at her searchingly, and she gave him a smile full of implication, loving the way his eyes sparked with the crystalline light that signified arousal. She was never letting him cut his hair so short that he couldn’t tie it back. That little scene between the Alexanders would forever resonate for her even if her belly wouldn’t be fruitful.
    The one evening when they were called back to the Club to bear witness to a collaring of a sweet little wisp of a woman by one of the house Doms both titillated Elise and made her heart swell. They went to a playroom Ross had called the soft dungeon. The huge man had tied his intended to the cross Ross alluded to and had used an actual whip on her with amazing grace and dexterity. Her skin turned pink all over, but no welts had risen. He had then taken her sexually, in front of everyone present, and the sensations must have been overwhelming, because her cries of ecstasy had affected them all, to judge by the sudden clearing of the room. Ross had dragged her into their member bedroom and made love to her with an intensity that