With warm cheeks, she flapped a hand. “I’m suspending the rules in favor of learning about this world of yours. See? I can be taught,” she added with a giggle when his smile widened into a grin. “I could just wander around and observe and let you do what you need to do.” She didn’t want him to think she wanted to leave. That was the last thing she wanted.
“I wouldn’t mind, but I want you to wear a club collar, the same as the other submissives, then everyone would know you’re under my supervision.”
Around my neck? She put a hand to her throat and shook her head. “Please don’t ask me to do that.”
Joseph sighed and looked at her. “You are a tough nut to crack, Miss Carrigan.”
Her lip slipped out, disappointed for not giving him what she knew he wanted but unwilling to comply. She grasped his hand with gentle fingers. “Why not just wrap it around my wrist? I’ll keep my hands to myself, and I won’t say a word. Then you can do whatever you need to do without me getting in your way.”
Cocking an eyebrow at her, he said, “Subs don’t give directions to Doms.”
“Okay, it was just a thought.” She pointed behind him. “You can stick me in the corner, and I can watch from there.”
He smiled at her. “I invited you here so you could learn. Perhaps I should’ve invited one of your friends to come tonight as well. Then you might be more at ease.”
“Sir, I don’t think Violet does BDSM and all that stuff.”
Joseph grinned. “I wasn’t referring to Violet, but I think you might be surprised about how much kink that little flower has discovered she’s into.”
Bunny zipped her lips on the smart-ass comment she wanted to make.
“Very nice, fiammetta,” he said, evidently reading her mind. “I’ll wrap the collar around your wrist. You will keep your hands to yourself, and you will not speak unless spoken to first, and you must remember the other rules of club etiquette I shared with you. And stay on this floor.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be an absolute angel.”
He cocked an eyebrow, which made him resemble a pirate. “Right.”
“What about…you know,” she asked, glancing at his crotch and then smiling at him and biting her lip.
“What about it?” he asked with a growl.
She giggled and then made a lapping motion with her tongue. He laughed and leaned forward to kiss her forehead, a gesture she’d never taken as being all that intimate before tonight.
He shook his head. “We need to talk first.” Randall and one of the other Doms entered the seating area, and Joseph nodded at her encouragingly. “Behave yourself.”
A minute later, as she skirted the crowded dance floor, she realized she needed to pee and looked around. No signs on the walls discreetly indicated the restrooms. She was sworn to silence unless spoken to first, but she didn’t know anyone there.
Spotting Cecilia across the crowded space, she turned in that direction. The fit and lovely Domme would understand and allow her to speak without getting herself in trouble.
Looking down, she realized she was still in her panties and bra. She giggled but then covered her mouth with her hand. Her nipples and pussy were completely visible, a fact she’d completely forgotten. Laughing to herself, and feeling lighter than she had in a long time, she stopped at the bar, where Cecilia was taking a long stream of orders from a waitress, and waited to catch her eye. She pressed her thighs together and bobbed in place, hoping the waitress would be done rattling off her order soon. Like really soon.
“You lost?” a voice asked beside her. She jumped and turned at the light touch of a hand on her shoulder. A gasp escaped her as she recalled her unfortunate encounter with him a couple of weeks before at the fantasy weekend Joseph had hosted.
Recognition sparked instantly in the man’s eyes, and she chirped, “I know you,” and then slapped her hand over her mouth.
Surmising her predicament, he said, “It’s okay. I addressed you first. You surprised me, little red.”
“You are…”
“Conrad.”
Assured she wouldn’t get walloped, she said, “The last time I saw you, you were hogtying me.” She crossed her ankles, the need to pee making itself known again.
“Yes, I was. I didn’t think you were into this scene, judging by that confrontation.”
“I’m here as Joseph’s guest,” she said, lifting her wrist to indicate the collar Joseph had affixed there.
“I see,” he said with a nod and then looked over her shoulder and waved at Joseph, who nodded, smiling at her. “I hope you’re having a good experience.”