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“True,” I answered as he bent and grabbed our forgotten bottles of water between the fingers of his free hand. We started to walk in the direction that would lead us to the hallway where the private rooms were located. I expected the nervousness to rear its ugly head and was shocked when it didn’t. I wasn’t sure how one man was able to have such an effect on me.

When we reached the door, he let go of the hand he was holding to use one of the keys Mitch had given him. He unlocked the door and turned the knob, pushing it open, then placed a hand at the small of my back and led me in. I noticed that every time he touched me, I felt warmth. He didn’t even have to directly connect with my skin for me to experience it. What was more disconcerting to me was being around him, a total of two times; it felt like coming home.

How in the hell was that even possible?

Chapter Five

Flirt

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“Gabriella?” I saidto draw her attention when she had stopped in her tracks after leading her into the room. After touching her and running my lips against her skin while on the couch, I could have continued then and there and taken her. I had purposely set out to push her to see if she had an ounce of submissive in her, and it had backfired on me. In the years of going to clubs, I never had an immediate connection to a submissive as I was experiencing with her. Hell, I never had an immediate connection to any woman, period, in or out of a club.

Not to say I wasn’t attracted on a physical level to other women, just not to the point where I struggled with my constraint. Nor had I experienced the need to be what they desired. With Gabriella, the need to swoop her up and lock her away in my home was a craving I wanted to indulge in. And that knowledge didn’t sit well.

To be afraid wasn’t or has never been in my genetic makeup, but I found myself worried that once I had had all of her—the fear she wouldn’t feel the same laid under the surface mocking me. How many times had I said to my brothers that I would do whatever it took, even if it meant tying her to my bed? I wasn’t ready to answer myself.

“Gabriella? Are you okay?” I asked again and watched her body jolt.

“Oh, yes, sorry. My mind had gone somewhere else for a second,” she said, and the blush that formed on her cheeks had me wondering what had her distracted. I held off asking and focused on the fact she hadn’t answered correctly. It was time I started treating her as the submissive she seemed to think she was.

Mark was diligent in vetting the people he allowed in his club. Yet I wasn’t a hundred percent that Gabriella was the submissive he thought.

Who reads erotica romance books and thinks ‘yes, that is me’ and runs out and joins a BDSM club?

“Have you forgotten how to address me properly? Or how you are to address any Master, Dom, or Domme when you are inside this club?” I asked in a firmer voice as I watched closely for her response. Her eyes narrowed, then just as quickly as though she realized what she was doing, she dropped her eyes.

“Sorry for the lapse, Sir. It won’t happen again,” she replied and kept her eyes cast downward.

“Very good, Angel,” I praised and moved to stand in front of her. “Hopefully, you won’t have to be reminded again. Not all Doms are as understanding as I am, and you would earn punishments for anything they deemed disrespectful. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent.” I walked to one of the two chairs in the room where Mitch had set my bag on the floor. All rooms were set up to accommodate almost every scenario, to include if a sub had more than one Dom. I sat the two bottles of water I held in my hand on the table that separated the two chairs.

Gabriella stayed in the same spot though I noticed she watched me through her eyelashes.

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