Chapter 2

I couldn't believe I was finally talking to Easton. He was a very sought after Dominant at Syn, and while mysterious, I still suspected he was out of my league. Perhaps not if I'd interested him enough thus far. Seeing how my luck had been lately when it came to speaking to this man, a crowd of unruly guys would've nearly ruined it. Thankfully, he still wanted to talk, so at his suggestion, I nodded. He stood up and immediately slipped his keys and cell phone into his pocket before reaching for our drinks.

I placed my hand over his to stop him, but I saw him mouth something in protest, so I removed my hand. After grabbing my small clutch and cell phone, I followed him over to a large seating area that had several couches. I thought he might've chosen one of them, but instead he moved over to the large circular chair in the corner.

Easton set the drinks down on the side table, along with the items he'd put in his pocket before sitting down. I stood there foolishly wondering what to do before he cleared his throat. "Right here," he instructed as he tapped his lap.

I hesitated a bit longer until he tapped his leg again. Deciding to not derail things with him, I moved closer, then slowly lowered myself onto him. Immediately, I was enveloped with the strong scent of his cologne. I almost swooned, especially seeing as this man was one of the sexiest Dominants here. I'd met others, especially those in his own friend circle. Some were taken, but I'd at least had a conversation or two with many of the others.

Never with you, though.

I used to think it was because he had no interest in me. Everyone seemed to have different tastes, and some men were either turned off or threatened by redheads. We had quite the reputation, especially in the sheets. ‘Red on the head, fire in the bed' as it was said. In my case, it was true. After all, it was my kinky desires that led me to this club about six months ago.

I'd not even known a place like this existed where one could truly drop their inhibitions and let their hair down, unless the Dominant wanted it pinned up. Taking orders during sex was a turn on, but not as much of one as being tied up. So much of my life was spent being in control. I'd come from nothing but had built a small empire here in the city. Before learning of Syn, I'd dated men here and there, but I'd never felt free enough to be myself with them. I'd tried to be the woman they'd wanted me to be, all while slowly losing parts of myself in the process.

Being in this place now, I felt like just as much of an imposter as I did dating vanilla partners. My fragile house of cards could come crashing down at any minute which was something I'd always kept in mind.

At Syn, I could be as wild or loose as I wanted. There were strict rules involving confidentiality, so I never worried about being outed. Until now. This man had aroused me the very first time he looked at me, and he had ever since. I wasn't the only one turned on. I could feel the hardness of his cock which was currently nestled against the side of my ass.

A moan nearly escaped as I imagined him taking me there. Since entering this lifestyle, there was very little I hadn't enjoyed. Granted, there was a lot I knew nothing about, but I suspected Easton would be happy to educate me if given the chance. I let out a small sigh, then felt him tense.

"We could sit somewhere else if this isn't okay," he said, and I shook my head.

"No, it's not that. I merely sighed because this feels nice. I mean being here with you does."

I couldn't even formulate a complete thought. I hoped Easton chalked it up to nervousness. For weeks, I'd tried to catch his eye by wearing my most revealing outfits. I never imagined he would be here tonight because he hadn't been yesterday or the night before that. Convinced this evening would end like those, I wore something more comfortable which in hindsight happened to be the right choice.

"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Shelby," he finally said.

I wrapped one arm around his neck to hold myself up especially when he placed one of his hands on my bare thigh, then slowly moved it higher. "I ahhh... I'm not sure what you want to know."

His other hand crept up my side causing me to shiver. The moment he nudged my breast with his thumb, my nipple hardened becoming visible behind my tight dress. I hadn't worn a bra, but now I almost wished that I had.

"Anything," he replied. "Hobbies, occupations, colors, or anything you're comfortable sharing right now."

"Okay. Sounds easy enough." I thought back to what he said, then began to speak, making sure to not moan aloud as his entire hand now covered my breast. "I own a string of luxury spas in Denver, and I'm in talks to expand them into other larger cities throughout the region."

"I've been to a spa for a massage or two in the past," he offered up.

"I have my license, and I can even do tantric ones." I saw the flare of something in his eyes and the very thought of oiling down his hard body as I writhed atop him had my panties growing wet. Now, I almost wished I hadn't worn them.

"Very interesting," he said, and I suspected he was filing it away for future use.

"My favorite color is pink, although it's not very flattering on me."

"I'm sure that's very untrue. Since you've sat in my lap, I've thought of little else but seeing you naked where I'm sure to see something pink." I knew he had to be referring to my pussy, and it ached in response.

"I don't have many hobbies outside of coming to the club. I have very little time for anything else," I continued to not dwell in the gutter his responses were sending me straight down to.

"I see." Did he? I was about to ask what he saw, but he grinned at me. "We'll have to find you a few hobbies while here at Syn."

Good God!This man was direct. In a place like this, it was needed. Having to be the one to decide everything in my everyday life, I enjoyed turning myself over to a Dominant. Putting myself in their hands had never been a wrong decision yet, and I doubted this man would make me regret that.

Easton picked up his glass, then finished what was left of his drink. He then did the gentlemanly thing and held my own out to me. I took a few more swallows, but then pushed it away. There wasn't much left in either of our glasses except ice anyway.

"What about you? Care to share anything?" I asked.

The side of his lip quirked upward as he grinned. "I'm a Dominant-," he started to say.

"Well, that goes without saying. I was hoping for something a bit more enlightening."

"Okay. That's fair. I'm thirty years old, and I work as a researcher." Something about the way he paused after his occupation made me arch a brow, but then he slid his hand under my dress making me forget everything. "I like my women submissive, restrained, and dripping wet." His hand went further, and I heard the slight intake of breath as he slid his hand between my legs. "I don't think the latter will be a problem with you."

I should've been embarrassed, but I wasn't. His fingers were long and he seemed to know exactly where to angle them to make me squirm. "Easton," I breathed aloud as he inserted two fingers inside of me. I also shifted to allow him better access.

"Shhh," he told me. "Since we're not in a scene, just tell me to stop if and when, and I will with no questions asked or hard feelings between us. Understood?"

"Y-Yes," I stammered.

It was incredibly hard to stay still because all I wanted to do was ride those two long fingers and beg for another one or two as well. Easton seemed so nonchalant as he stroked me as if he had nothing else to do. It didn't matter that anyone in the club could see what we were doing.

"Do you want them to?" he asked, and I realized I must've voiced that last part aloud.

"I do like to be watched," I offered.

Truly, I had very little shame which I suspected would please this man to some extent. A past lover had hurled so many insults at me because I liked things a lot of other women didn't. Knowing exactly what I wanted, I didn't like to beat around the bush. Pleasure was fleeting, and I tried to get mine whenever I could. Having had my share of selfish lovers, I now put myself first, just like most Dominants would do.

"Straddle me," he instructed once he pulled his hand away.

I'd been about to protest, but at his command, I moved into position. Easton also adjusted his own stance, then he lowered the top of my dress. My breasts sat up firmly, and my nipples ached so badly for his touch. Easton's eyes were focused on them, and I nearly moaned when he palmed both in his hands and squeezed.

"Perfectly sized," he murmured seconds before he replaced one hand with his mouth.

His tongue and teeth on my flesh made me drop my head back. It didn't last long because he'd freed his hand for a reason which became clear the moment he brought a piece of ice to it. "Mmmm," I moaned the moment he painted my nipple with the cold shard.

It got harder which I would've argued wasn't even possible seconds earlier. He made each nipple numb as he rubbed the ice cubes back and forth over them. Finally, he lowered his head to capture one of the frozen peaks between his teeth. When he gave it a tug, I dug my manicured nails into his arms.

"That feels so good," I told him, even though I was unsure whether he preferred for his submissives to remain silent or not. Since he hadn't said anything to clarify, I'd continue to respond naturally to him and go from there.

"You're about to feel even better," he said in response.

I shivered from his words and the icy hand he slipped back between my legs. A quick tug was all it took to render my newest pair of panties useless. Seconds later, I felt something wet and cold at my core, and I threw my head back as he pushed the cube inside. Another one followed, then another, and another, until he had pushed five pieces of ice inside of me.

"Your pussy is so hot it's melting the ice on contact," he told me, and I whimpered in agreement.

He kept that up until almost every cube from his glass ended up inside of me. The alternating feeling of hot and cold had me on edge, and one only Easton could push me over. And he knew it because he pulled his hands away from me just seconds before I could climax.

I straightened up, then looked at him in question. He then removed one of the jalape?o slices and slowly rubbed it back and forth over one of my hard nipples. Immediately, a heat began spreading, starting on the outside and quickly seeping inward.

"Easton," I cried as the burn intensified. He didn't say anything and instead grabbed a piece of ice from my drink and popped it into his mouth. Seconds later, he covered my burning nipple, and the combination of ice and his teeth made me dig my nails deeper into his arms until he pulled his head back once more.

"I want to do so much more to you than this. One of these nights, I want to make your entire body burn, Shelby."

"You do?" I asked without hesitation.

"Not enough yet, but I will soon. Will you come back here tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" The very idea of going home this aroused without relief was devastating to me.

"Yes, and I don't want you to come until then."

"What!? You can't be seri–"

"Oh, but I am. I can count on you to be a good girl, yes?"

"Yes," I told him without even thinking.

"Good. We're both going to drink a glass of water, then leave. You will then return to Syn tomorrow night at seven sharp. If you're even a minute late, you won't climax with me at all."

And just like that, the night was over. Easton helped me right my dress and we returned to the now mostly empty bar to pick back up where we'd previously left off. The only thing different was that my tattered panties were no longer on me but in his pant's pocket. We ended up staying long enough to drink two glasses of water each, filling the rest of the time with conversation, before we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.