Chapter 3 BDSM

He flashed a quick look at Rick, giving a slight tilt of his head towards the beautiful Domme. Fortunately Rick was quick on the uptake. "Join us?" asked Rick. Bless him. "Oh, uh..." Angela looked completely taken aback. Join them? Good grief... no. She couldn't possibly do that. Just being in the club and talking to Mr. Grouchy, who had become decidedly less grouchy and even more sexy as they'd chatted, was making her feel all melty inside. She was having more and more trouble pretending she didn't want to just beg one of them to show her the ropes. Literally.

Going back to a private place with two dominant men, one of whom she was definitely very attracted to, sounded like a recipe for disaster if she wanted to keep up appearances. And she knew they wouldn't appreciate being lied to. BDSM was all about honesty and communication, not exactly something she was excelling at every time she lied to them about her predilections. Plus, heading off with two men she'd just met wasn't really safe either, no matter how trustworthy they seemed. Especially since she'd just lied to them again. Why hadn't she said she was a switch? That could have solved so many problems in one fell swoop. They knew she was new to the scene. Instead she'd panicked and insisted she was a Domme. Self-preservation maybe. After all, even if she was going to experiment with this, did she really want to start off with someone as intimidatingly alpha as Adam? Rick wasn't quite as scary, but she wasn't as attracted to him either, despite the fact he was definitely attractive. Also, no matter what her instincts about their trustworthiness were, she didn't actually know either of them. Insisting she was a Domme was the best tactic. Before she could decide whether or not to accept their invitation there was a small commotion to the side, Dungeon Monitors converging on one of the scenes to her right. Rick and Adam turned in their seats to see what was going on as an angry Dom punched one of the DMs who was dragging him away from the bound sub. Two of them were unhooking her from the St. Andrew's cross and she was obviously crying. Angel bit her lip. That kind of scene was exactly why she was experimenting at Chained, getting her bearings before going to the club she really wanted to be at. The scene must have gotten out of control and either the sub didn't have a safe word, didn't say it, or the Dom ignored it. Or maybe it was just inexperience, although the way the Dom was fighting the DMs made her doubt that. No, she shouldn't be trusting strange men she didn't actually know, not even if her instincts told her they were okay. And not even if they were both staring at the scene with contained violence, like they wanted to jump in and help the DMs drag the recalcitrant Dom from the club. The gist of what he was saying seemed to indicate he was more of an abuser than a Dom or maybe a sadist. She only caught a glimpse of his sub as they wrapped her in a blanket, undoing the ball gag from around her head before hustling her off to a private room. "They'll take care of her," she heard Adam say, and felt his soft touch on her hand. Very gently. That was when she realized she was trembling. The feel of his hand on hers sent a shiver of lust straight through her, despite the upsetting scene she'd just witnessed. Time to go. She definitely did not want to actually try the lifestyle out tonight, on her first visit, no matter how good looking and tempting Master Adam might be. He'd probably hate her if he knew she was lying, only pretending to be a Domme, and who could blame him? Pulling her hand away from Adam she gave him a nod, her face carefully blank to control the emotions roiling underneath. "I think I've had enough for tonight," she said firmly, even though there was still a little bit of drink left in her glass. "It was very nice to meet you." He frowned at her and she got the feeling he was disappointed she wasn't going to accept Rick's offer to join them. Why? While she was very attracted to him, he couldn't possibly be interested in her considering he thought she was a Domme. Unless maybe he was a switch but she didn't believe that for one second. He had an incredible aura of power and confidence around him, just from his personality. Although being over six feet tall and muscled like a professional athlete probably didn't hurt either. It was an aura she could project when she needed to, but with her it was just an act. Apparently an effective one, but still just make believe. The look of disappointment and disapproval on his face made her squirm internally, testing her ability to keep her expression under control. I am a Domme, she reminded herself. For tonight at least. But somehow Adam made her want to stop pretending, drop to her knees, and beg to be punished for her deception. In fact, she was probably going to masturbate fantasizing about him the second she got home. Unlike Adam, Rick didn't look at all disappointed or perturbed. He just gave her a friendly smile and held out his hand. "It was nice meeting you, Angela." "You too," she smiled back at him, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. Turning to Adam she offered him her hand as well. "It was nice to meet you." His intent gaze on her face caused her smile to slip a little as he reached for her hand and shook it, his thumb practically caressing her skin. Angel's breath caught in her throat, although she did her best to hide it, and she tugged her hand away. For a moment he didn't let her and heat flared through her body. Had he found her out? Then he released her and she had to use all of her willpower to keep her traitorous knees firmly locked. He just had that kind of effect. "Good night," she said, noting with pleasure that there wasn't the slightest hint of a tremor in her voice. Just because she'd never wanted to be a professional actress didn't mean she was without abilities. With a firm and steady step, forcing herself not to rush, she headed to the entrance to collect her coat before escaping outside. Getting into her car, she groaned a little over the late hour and the long ride home. Where there would be a warm bed and her vibrator waiting, and she could lose herself in a fantasy of knowing blue eyes dominating her completely. It was too bad that would never come true, since he obviously belonged to Chained and she wasn't going to be coming here as a sub. Although she'd be back next week, just to check things out again. See if there were any more situations like that awful Dom and the poor girl tonight. Mostly it looked like everyone was pretty well behaved, and considering this was a new club she found that very reassuring. Of course, she still wanted to come back and check it out. She wasn't that reassured. And it didn't have anything to do with the possibility she might run into Mr. Grouchy and his icy, demanding eyes again.***** "Okay, what is with you tonight?" Rick l asked, frowning at Adam. "I've never seen you act like that around a Domme before." Adam rubbed the fore and middle fingers of his right hand over the sides of his goatee, and then smoothed it all down as he sighed. He knew the movement was one of his tells, which meant he could control it if he was paying attention, but right now he was a little too worked up. Especially in the groin region. Something inside of Angela had responded when they said goodbye, responded in the way a sub would, not a Domme. "I think she might be a switch and not know it," he said, which was only partially true. Another part of him was wondering if she only thought she was a Domme. She was obviously new to the scene and sometimes people came in thinking they were one thing when really their desires went in a completely different direction. While she'd done some research and had the right clothes, that didn't equate to the knowledge which came from actually exploring desires. His groin tightened again as he remembered how beautiful her skin looked against her curling dark hair and the forest green of her top. She's not for you. Even if she is a switch, she thinks she's a Domme. And even if she is a switch, you want a sub, not someone who has needs to be on top as well as bottom, remember? Grimacing, he downed the last of his drink. "You mean you hope she's a switch so you can play with her," said Rick, looking amused. It wasn't often anyone got to see Adam thrown off kilter and he was obviously enjoying seeing it happen. "I didn't notice anything to indicate that, but I wasn't really watching either. Unlike some people, apparently." "Did you see the way she responded when I didn't let go of her hand right away?" "Maybe she just didn't like being challenged but didn't feel like she could say anything. Well that was a possibility too. The enigma that was Angela was going to haunt Adam all night, he could already tell. He didn't like mysteries but he couldn't stop running through his mind all of the interactions with her he'd had over the evening, trying to figure her out. "Let's go," he said. Maybe if they got out of here he would be able to focus on something else