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“You thought I was a secret vigilante?”

“You’d make a kick-ass Batman without all his hang ups about killing bad guys.”

“I promise I’m not a kinky murderous Batman.”

“It sounded better in my head.” She blushed and fidgeted with her skirt. “If you’re not kinky, why are you here?”

I managed to keep a straight face but it wasn’t easy. I liked seeing her slightly off her game. “G&H is responsible for the security for the clubs, and it was my turn tonight.”

I took a long pull on my whiskey. A look of disappointment flitted across her face that confirmed I wasn’t the only one interested in something more. This hesitant side of her personality was surprising. In the office she was a driving force of positivity and possibility, that somehow increased both productivity and happiness. When I’d gotten back from my trip, I’d noticed how different things had seemed and she was the only new factor. I’d never noticed how strained the environment had become until it changed.

“Oh, of course it’s work. I never considered you being here work related, but that makes sense. Silly me for thinking you were kinky.”

She was trying to hide her embarrassment but even in the low lighting of the club I could see her blush. I hid my smile behind taking a sip of my drink before I let her off the hook. “I never said I wasn’t kinky.”

Rose had very expressive eyes and I enjoyed watching embarrassment turn to interest.

“What’s your kink?”

She was so bold. “You're the expert on meeting people’s needs, why don’t you try to guess.”

Rose sat down on the stool opposite me and gave me an up and down assessment. In my peripheral vision I could see Astrid’s smirk. Her “see I was right attitude,” only served to piss me off. My only response was to hold up my now empty tumbler and shake it at her.

“You’re a protector, not a caretaker, so I don’t think you’re a Daddy. Let’s see, there is shibari, roleplay, anal, bare-backing, biting, choking, nipple torture, needle play, branding.” Rose studied me as she listed through some of the most common kinks so I did my best to keep my face blank. “Not even an eye twitch. Hmm you aren’t into RACK or non-consent are you?”

“I assure you, there is always consent.”

“I got it”—she snapped her fingers—“electric play. You strike me as a violet wand kinda guy.”

I shook my head and chuckled. “I enjoy many of the things you’ve listed but none of them are my favorite.”

“Then what’s your favorite kink?” Her breathing was shallow and she licked her lips.

I studied her, running my gaze from her head down to the heels on her gorgeous shoes before I answered. “I like to watch.”

The way her thighs pressed together and her nipples tightened beneath her top was all the confirmation I needed to know that she was excited by the thought of me watching her. There was a distinction between someone who didn’t mind an audience and an exhibitionist who craved one. The show Rose had been putting on in the birdcage had been as much for her as it had been for the men and women who’d enjoyed it. Did she like to be told what to do while on display? If she did, I knew just what to do to make her fly.

“I’m an exhibitionist.” Her words were almost a needy whimper.

“I know.”

I ran a hand down her face, lightly brushing my fingers across her skin. She was still flushed from both dancing and embarrassment. What I wouldn’t do to see her fall apart in front of a large crowd, knowing it was me who gave her pleasure without ever touching her body. A plan began to form and I only hoped she would enjoy what I had in mind as much as I would. I leaned forward and brushed my lips over the shell of her ear.

“Follow me.”

Chapter Eight

Rose

I didn’t even question why I was following him. The chemistry between us was off the charts and his bold confidence was like a siren’s call to my submissive side. Coupled with his dark, growly voice that sent tingles down my spine, I knew that whatever he had in mind, would be remarkable. There was a glint in his otherwise dark and unreadable eyes. Was I about to learn a lesson? My attempts to discover his kink got me nowhere until I muttered I liked to be watched.

I followed him across the floor to the stage. And now I could feel an almost reverent hush throughout the club. All the attention was on us. I knew he didn’t play often and maybe that was why everyone seemed to stop what they were doing, their eyes following Master Heimdall as he led me toward the stage. Whatever he had up his sleeve, the crowd seemed as curious as me to find out.

“Let’s set the protocol for this scene. You will address me as Master Heimdall. If you need to slow down or stop, use the club traffic lights for your safewords.”

“Yes, Sir, Master Heimdall.” My submissive tone appeared to have surprised him.

“Are you allergic to latex?”