Page 8 of Master My Love

“I see he made more than an impression.” T’s comment and the gentle brush of his fingers on her cheek interrupted her daydream, bringing her sharply back to reality. “He’s very strict, Val, and although he plays within club rules, he practices on the fringe sometimes.”

She raised her hands to her burning cheeks, touching where he had. They felt scalded, from her escape to naughty fantasy land and because T knew what she’d been thinking, or the gist of it at least.

“I don’t have a clue what that means, either. Is there a BDSM dictionary I can get for all these crazy terms?”

“There are hundreds of books on the topic and several online resources, but your dom will teach you what he wants you to know. When I say fringe, I mean edge play. Is that term familiar?”

“No.”

“It’s kink that goes beyond the mainstream, even for BDSM, if you can imagine. It’s more extreme and poses higher risks—”

“Oh my God! Are you saying he’s a sadist or something?”

Disappointment flowed through her. Holy cripes! T was right; she wasn’t ready for that.

“No, Eric isn’t into pain—no more so than any other dominant is, I’d imagine.” He grinned at her sigh of relief. “Rest assured, if it's extreme like knife or breath play, it's a no-go inside the club. We have liability issues to consider. Eric’s edginess includes some equipment and a bit of a spark, shall we say?”

“Please stop being so cryptic and tell me.” Tired of his cat-and-mouse game, the impatience in her tone couldn’t be missed.

He said nothing for a moment, one dark brow arched. There was steel in his deep, velvety voice when he spoke. “Little sub, I promised you could stand on the sidelines and observe tonight. That doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate a sassy or rude-mouthed submissive. Once more and you’ll be over my knee for a good old-fashioned Texas hiding.”

She blanched in alarm. “I’m sorry, Master T. You’re so easy to talk to I didn’t think. It won’t happen again.”

“Apology accepted, darlin’. Just understand that your next dom might spank first and ask questions after. Now then, where were we?”

Swallowing hard at the notion of his paddle-sized hand slapping her bare butt, she quickly redirected him. “Master Eric’s edge play; you were going to tell me about his spark.”

“I was, but I’m surprised you haven’t put two and two together.”

Only coming up with four, she shook her head.

“He enjoys bondage, which isn’t uncommon. It’s a rare dom who doesn’t enjoy tying a beautiful woman up. But Eric ups the ante by adding a little more.”

“You mean paddles and whips? Is that so unusual?”

“I’ve seen him swing a paddle, a flogger, and occasionally a short whip like the Devil’s Tongue, but I’m talking about something which requires specialized skill—electricity.” Ignoring her sharply indrawn breath, he went right on. “An expertly wielded violet wand, or any other of his other electrical devices that certain subs get a real charge out of.” He laughed at his own pun, adding, “Sorry, that’s a running joke here and in San Antonio, and I couldn’t resist.”

Val barely registered anything after—electricity! Holy crap!

Noticing the time, T grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a door marked Private on the far side of the room. “Let’s get your guest paperwork done and head out. I’ve only got about forty-five minutes, so the tour is probably going to be delayed until after my meeting.”

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