Page 9 of Filthy Dirty Dom

“Something wrong, sir?” Ian asked.

“No. Nothing’s wrong,” Alex said shortly, even though he suddenly felt like his world was crashing down around him.

His damn cock finally jerked to life with vigor, and he could just imagine what it would say if it could talk: Now that Leslie is here, everything is very, very right.

Leslie watched a woman on her knees give a man a blow job while another man stood behind her and lightly tapped her ass with a flogger. The woman moaned with the man’s cock in her mouth even as she arched her back, pushing her ass back as if wanting the other man to spank her harder.

A few minutes earlier, David led her to a couch in front of a stage where they caught the tail-end of a masked man hog tying a woman with silk rope. The cocktail waitress, Anya, had brought them their drinks while the masked man proceeded to bring the woman to orgasm before he carried her off the stage, still restrained. Then the threesome had taken their place.

Leslie found what she was seeing intriguing but she was only mildly aroused by it. It was kind of how she felt, minus the intrigued part, when she and David fooled around. Kind of how she felt when she’d fooled around with other men.

Maybe there was something wrong with her, she thought, not for the first time. But then she remembered how she’d felt when Alex had touched her. How she felt when he was simply around her. Alex inspired plenty of desire in her, and if he’d given her a hint he was open to it, she would have lost her virginity to him in a heartbeat.

She sighed and took another sip of her drink.

“What the man is holding in his hand is called a flogger,” David said beside her.

For the last few minutes, he’d been quietly giving her a blow-by-blow of the action even though she could obviously see what was happening.

Leslie almost rolled her eyes at his comment about the flogger.

Okay, Mr. Obvious, she thought. Of course she knew it was a flogger. She was a modern woman but David clearly thought he was an expert when he’d previously led her to believe otherwise.

“So with this club,” David continued, “typically people have a few drinks and watch the action on the main floor. After people watch for a while, one can either rent a specialized room and partake in some BDSM action, or one could go to one of the private rooms to be alone.”

He emphasized the word alone, as if doing so would somehow magically make her grab his hand and sprint with him to one of those private rooms when she was only just beginning to explore what the sex club had to offer. Her irritation with David grew, as it was prone to do of late. Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. Maybe instead of coming here with David, she should have waited to come on her own, after she’d broken up with him.

Because Leslie finally had to face facts. David didn’t do it for her. She was never going to love him, never even going to have sex with him, and it wasn’t fair to lead the man on.

“Those are the rooms right through there,” he said, pointing to a hallway in the distance.

“Right,” she murmured. “David, you’ve obviously been here. The staff know your name. I’m not sure why you gave me the impression you’d never been to a place like this before,” she said. She’d worked hard to keep any censure out of her tone, but a little had slipped in anyway.

He chuckled uncomfortably. “You’re right, Leslie, I have been here before. But I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

She cocked a brow. So that’s the stance he was taking. “And why is that?”

“I wasn’t sure what you’d think of me. And maybe I was trying to protect you. To not expose you to this world until you made it clear it was something you found intriguing.”

Lord, save her from another man who wanted to protect her. She adored her brother Branden and although she bristled at his protectiveness on occasion, the reality was he was a very rich man. Hell, Leslie was a very rich woman. There were all kinds of people who would target them because of that. So she could cut Branden some slack. And Alex, too, because it was his job to protect her. But David?

Maybe she was being too harsh. David was supposed to be her boyfriend, even if they weren’t exclusive, something Leslie had insisted on. It wasn’t bad that he wanted to protect her, she supposed, but to use that as a reason to lie to her? No.

“I’m a grown woman, David,” she said, modulating her tone to keep her frustration and growing irritation from showing through. “Capable of protecting myself. As for your history with sex clubs, I know that would be awkward to share, but when I suggested going to one, that’s when you should have told me, rather than me finding out by the valet saying your name.”

“You’re right,” he said quickly. “I apologize. Would you like to leave?”

She should say yes, break things off with him, and then come back here another time to do her own exploring. But suddenly, Alex’s face came to mind, as if egging her on.

Come on, Sunshine, don’t you want to see what I’m into? What this world is all about?

“We just got here,” she finally said to David. “Let’s have our drinks and watch, the way the others are.”

“Wonderful,” David said with a relieved smile.

The cocktail waitress brought over another round. Leslie took hers and set it down on the small table next to them while David downed his.

“Is your drink to your satisfaction?” David asked. “I can always order another one if you didn’t like the one they brought. It would be no bother, really.”