far more often.
Domi rolled her eyes at him as if to say duh. “That’s what I meant.”
Sliding his feet over to her side of the table, he trapped her legs between his. It wasn’t painful, and she could have easily pulled her legs up if she wanted to, but it was a reminder—he was the Dom, she was the sub. Domi sucked in a quick breath, her gaze flitting up to his, then dropping down to the beer glass in front of her.
That was Domi. Sassy brat right up until she was challenged, then her submissiveness took over. Sometimes, it was a bit more of a fight than others, but deep down, she wanted to submit. It just had to be earned. The challenge never failed to turn him on.
“If we’re going to play together, you’ll need to be more respectful… at least in the clubs,” he said firmly. Outside of the club, she could roll her eyes all she wanted. He didn’t care what she did when she wasn’t in his space. He just wanted to play with her when she was.
“Sorry, Sir.” Her contriteness only lasted another few moments before she looked back up at him. Still considering, her fingers tapped nervously against her beer glass. “Would there be a club contract? Would we still be able to play with other people?”
“I’m fine with or without a contract. As for playing with other people, I just want first dibs.” Mitch grinned at Domi’s slightly confused reaction. “If we’re both at the club, and neither of us has scened yet, we get first dibs on each other. If I’m not around, you can play with whoever you want and vice versa. My work schedule can be a little unpredictable, so I’d rather keep it casual. If you prefer setting times to scene, I can do that, but it will need to be on a week-by-week basis.”
“No, dibs works,” she said, a slow smile curving her lips and bringing out the cute little dimple he liked to see. Mitch enjoyed making people smile and liked making them laugh even more. Domi could be a bit of a challenge, as she was in most things. Any time he got that dimple to peek out, he mentally high-fived himself. She snorted. “Dibs. I like that. That’s so you. Do you have this arrangement with anyone else?”
“Nope, just you.” Her expression didn’t change, but he could sense she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “It would be hard to have first dibs on more than one person. What if you were both there at the same time?”
“That’s true,” she said, then shrugged, picking up her beer to take a sip. “So, why me?”
“I like the way you scream.” He winked as heat flushed her face, turning her cheeks a dark red, and her eyes widened slightly. God, he loved kink. Only in a BDSM club could that sentence be considered foreplay.
Domi’s tongue flicked out over her lower lip, swiping up a tiny droplet of beer, and Mitch’s cock twitched with interest. She had beautiful lips and a talented tongue, and he would very much like to explore her mouth with his cock again. Soon.
“Is that it?” she asked, her voice huskier. The rise and fall of her breasts in her corset as she took a deep breath was easy to see. His cock was ready to go, but they still had a few details to hash out before he could get his hands on her. BDSM was big on communication—something that had been drilled into him when he’d taken the Dom class required for Marquis and Stronghold’s membership.
“It’s a big part of it.” His voice became more serious. “We have complementary kinks. I like torturing you. And neither of us is looking for anything serious.” In fact, Domi often flat out refused to scene with the same guy twice, which was why Mitch wanted to put his offer on the table, so they both knew exactly where they stood. “There are nights when I’d just like to be able to come to the club scene and not have to worry about my submissive getting ideas beyond that.”
Mitch was always very clear about where he was in life and that he had no interest in a relationship. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, so there were some submissives he wouldn’t scene with because he knew he wasn’t what they were looking for.
“How’s that going to work out for you if I’m already scening