Page 55 of Tangled Control
“Oh, just admit it,” I say. “That guy was you, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, darn, you got me there.” Rian smiles while doing the appropriate fisted hand movement in front of his body.
That smile…
A nervous flutter spreads at the pit of my tummy. Tonight, we’re going on a date to a BDSM club. I don’t know what to expect. According to Rian, what we’ve been up to in his office is only light stuff. Not that I’d ever thought of it as bondage or S&M. I’ve kind of just labelled itkinky.
It’s not only the club I’m nervous about, but also being with him. What does he want from me? He’s so out of my league. And his admission about Alexandra?
I drum my pen nervously on my notepad and notice Rian looking at me, an eyebrow half raised, as if he knows what I’m thinking. I glare back at him, take a deep breath and straighten in my chair. The corners of his mouth start lifting, and I know he loves the way he can get me all rattled and defensive with just one look.
The bastard.
Sexy bastard.
Thirty Four
Rian
Istall the car, and all goes quiet.
“Nervous?”
“Deadly.” Catriona tugs at the scandalously short hem of her black tube dress – a five-euro purchase from a bargain basket, she told me, that’s been living at the very back of her closet, never to be worn.
Until today.
“You’re safe with me. I’ll not let anything happen to you that you don’t want. We don’t even have to go – we can leave right now if you want.”
“No! I mean” – she tries to laugh – “I’m too curious now, having thought about this place for days.”
I reach into my pocket and bring out two simple black velvet masks with no decorations or adornments.
“Come here,” I say, and obediently, she turns to me. The power kick I get from seeing her like this, so submissive, is pressing against my chest. I can practically feel how my spinelengthens and my shoulders widen, knowing she’ll be under my control tonight.
With care, I secure the rubber band over her head. Her eyes seem huge behind the mask. She’s always so strong and defiant, but this is totally outside her comfort zone. I run my fingers through her hair so it falls in cascades over the rubber band, andaccidentallybrush my thumb over her barely covered breast. I hum contentedly at confirming that she’s skipped the bra. Her legs press together on the leather seat.
“Perfect. Let’s go.” I quickly secure my own mask, then stop her as she reaches for the door handle. “Wait for me.”
Yeah, I’m on a power trip, but entwined is the need to protect her, even the small act of opening her door and helping her out of the low seat of my Jaguar, or shielding her as we walk up to the unassuming entrance ofThe Bureau.
“I hope you have an exciting night,” the hostess purrs as she buzzes us through the internal doors after we’ve registered.
“Breathe, Catriona,” I whisper and tuck her to my side as the doors close behind us in a small, dark corridor.
She takes a deep breath that threatens to spill her tits out of the dress.
The sensuous music with its low beat adds to the visual experience as we walk into the club. I lead her to a quiet corner, giving her time to absorb it all. If it weren’t for her blonde hair, we would be completely hidden in the shadows, both dressed in black. I regret the masks, as I would love to see her expression.
“Is it what you expected?”
Catriona takes her time answering. “No, it’s a lot more discreet. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lot on display! But I guess I expected it to be more, you know, in your face.”
“This is the social room. The chained-up people and the fucking in every corner happens in other rooms.” I smirk andCatriona flicks her gaze from me to the people in the room a few times, trying to figure out if I’m messing with her.
“Um, well… It does look a little like a social club. Although with less clothes.”
“A lot of people come here to socialise rather than for sex. For some, being a Dom or a submissive is who they are. But they can’t be that person in the real world. This club is a safe haven where they can be themselves around people who are either like-minded or non-judgemental.”
