Page 27 of Resisting the Temptation
“Love you, too! Be safe!”
“You know I will!”
This may have been a bad idea.
Without the assurance of Kiera introducing me to one specific person, the task of meeting someone falls to me. Kiera asked if I wanted to be set up again, and I stupidly said no because I thought I could handle it myself.
I cannot.
When I got here, the staff took everything but my membership card and stored it in a safe locker, then gave me a selection of ribbons to choose from. Only submissives and switches—people who can be both Dominant and submissive—get ribbons, so it’s easier to define roles.
Much like the traffic light system, green means someone is available to all genders and looking for a partner, purple means they’re available and looking but have a specific preference, and red means someone is unavailable. Switches will wear a black ribbon in additionto their color choice.
I happily tied a green ribbon around my wrist and walked into the main room, immediately overwhelmed with the options available to me.
I’ve been nursing a strawberry gin and tonic at the bar for ten minutes, not making eye contact with anyone because I’m worried I’ll say something stupid out of nerves, they’ll run away, and I’ll be the weird girl at the club.
Just when I’m thinking of calling it quits and going home, a man sidles up next to me at the bar and orders a rum and coke. I don’t look up, but I see his burgundy pants and shiny brown loafers.
“Hello, I’m Ri—R.Sorry, I’m not used to the ‘first initial only’ thing yet.”
I turn my head to make sure he’s talking to me, giving him a small smile when I see he is. “I’m E.I’m new here, too, so I understand.”
The bartender gives Rhis drink, and he rumbles, “Thank you,” before giving his attention back to me. I scan his person for a ribbon, my stomach twisting with nerves when I don’t see one. This is a Dom looking for someone.
“So, E,I’ll be honest, I’ve been watching you for the last few minutes trying to see if you were wearing a ribbon. As soon as I saw the green, I knew I had to come over.”
“I assume you like what you see, then?” I take a sip of my gin and tonic, letting the bitter alcohol warm my tummy and give me a bit more courage.
Rlooks like a blonde Hugh Jackman with his perfectly styled hair and clean shaven face. His smile is radiant, and he scoots his bar stool just a bit closer to me.
“I absolutely do. I’m hoping our preferences align and we can take this somewhere else.”
“I’ll be honest, R, this is only my second time here, and I’m still exploring some of my kinks. I do know I enjoy spanking.”
Do NOT think about Ben spanking you right now, Emma. Focus on the hot guy in front of you.
“What are your hard limits, E?” he purrs, setting his hand on my exposed thigh.
“No bodily fluid or knife play. Age play isn’t my thing, nor is being smacked around. And no kissing.”
R tilts his head to the side, considering my answer. “So, exhibitionism and bondage aren’t off the table?”
I shake my head.
“Hmmm. Good. I think I’d like to take you to an exhibition room, tie you up, and see how pretty you are when you come. Are you up for that?”
That seems a little extreme for my second time at the club. Plus, I don’t know this guy. Shouldn’t there be more of a conversation? I don’t think—
“Actually, she’s not,” a deep growl comes from behind me.
R and I whip our heads to the lurker, and my breath hitches even as my stomach drops.
“I’m sorry?” R asks, still keeping his hand on my thigh.
“I saidshe’s not up for it,” Ben practically snarls.
“I think she can speak for herself,” R states, turning back to me. “Are you up for it, baby girl?”
