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at least in the clubs,” he said firmly. Outside of the club, she could roll her eyes all she wanted. He didn’t care what she did when she wasn’t in his space. He just wanted to play with her when she was.

“Sorry, Sir.” Her contriteness only lasted another few moments before she looked back up at him. Still considering, her fingers tapped nervously against her beer glass. “Would there be a club contract? Would we still be able to play with other people?”

“I’m fine with or without a contract. As for playing with other people, I just want first dibs.” Mitch grinned at Domi’s slightly confused reaction. “If we’re both at the club, and neither of us has scened yet, we get first dibs on each other. If I’m not around, you can play with whoever you want and vice versa. My work schedule can be a little unpredictable, so I’d rather keep it casual. If you prefer setting times to scene, I can do that, but it will need to be on a week-by-week basis.”

“No, dibs works,” she said, a slow smile curving her lips and bringing out the cute little dimple he liked to see. Mitch enjoyed making people smile and liked making them laugh even more. Domi could be a bit of a challenge, as she was in most things. Any time he got that dimple to peek out, he mentally high-fived himself. She snorted. “Dibs. I like that. That’s so you. Do you have this arrangement with anyone else?”

“Nope, just you.” Her expression didn’t change, but he could sense she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “It would be hard to have first dibs on more than one person. What if you were both there at the same time?”

“That’s true,” she said, then shrugged, picking up her beer to take a sip. “So, why me?”

“I like the way you scream.” He winked as heat flushed her face, turning her cheeks a dark red, and her eyes widened slightly. God, he loved kink. Only in a BDSM club could that sentence be considered foreplay.

Domi’s tongue flicked out over her lower lip, swiping up a tiny droplet of beer, and Mitch’s cock twitched with interest. She had beautiful lips and a talented tongue, and he would very much like to explore her mouth with his cock again. Soon.

“Is that it?” she asked, her voice huskier. The rise and fall of her breasts in her corset as she took a deep breath was easy to see. His cock was ready to go, but they still had a few details to hash out before he could get his hands on her. BDSM was big on communication—something that had been drilled into him when he’d taken the Dom class required for Marquis and Stronghold’s membership.

“It’s a big part of it.” His voice became more serious. “We have complementary kinks. I like torturing you. And neither of us is looking for anything serious.” In fact, Domi often flat out refused to scene with the same guy twice, which was why Mitch wanted to put his offer on the table, so they both knew exactly where they stood. “There are nights when I’d just like to be able to come to the club scene and not have to worry about my submissive getting ideas beyond that.”

Mitch was always very clear about where he was in life and that he had no interest in a relationship. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, so there were some submissives he wouldn’t scene with because he knew he wasn’t what they were looking for.

“How’s that going to work out for you if I’m already scening with someone?” Domi asked, resting her cheek against her hand, leaning onto her elbow.

“I’ll live.” He shrugged. “You usually don’t jump right into scening with anyone, so I figure I have a pretty good shot at being there when you decide you want to.”

Domi

The offer was almost too good to be true, which was why Domi was so cautious.

She’d come out tonight because she’d been so surprised Mitch Elliott—Master Mitch, the Playboy Dom—asked her out on what amounted to a date, she had to know why. Her best friend, Rae, would have demanded it, even if Domi’s natural curiosity hadn’t driven her to it. They both needed to know what he wanted.

His offer wasn’t entirely unexpected. It was similar to what he’d told her he wanted when she was still in training, but she hadn’t realized he was quite so serious about it. This was even more tempting than before, and not just because he was hot as hell. Tall, blond, piercing blue eyes, with broad shoulders and muscles in all the right places, he always managed to make her feel both small and safe with him. He was kind of the club clown, always looking for a laugh, but when it came time to take charge, he did so with an intensity that always left her breathless.

His offer appealed to her on a level she hadn’t expected.

Domi preferred stability. She didn’t want a relationship, but jumping from Dom to Dom every time she was at Stronghold didn’t hold a lot of appeal. She’d already found most Doms didn’t want to go to Marquis for a single hookup. Marquis’ setup was unique, both where the shows were held and the private rooms. In a lot of ways, she was more comfortable at Marquis than Stronghold since she was more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist. This was where she’d done all her training, but she hadn’t been able to find any Doms willing to accompany her.

Maybe that was another reason she’d said yes to Mitch’s invitation. She’d been dying to come back to Marquis with someone other than her bestie. Watching the shows with Rae was fun, but it left them both horny and unsatisfied afterward.

“Okay.” She couldn’t think of a single downside. While she was sure there must be one, it wasn’t leaping out at her, so she might as