Karina let the sheet drop.
“Lie back. Spread your legs for me. I know you’re going to cook, but I’m hungry now. I’m so fucking hungry for you.” He dropped his towel and crawled on the bed.
Karina laid back, her eyes closing as he did exactly what he’d promised and ate his fill.
Chapter Seven
Derek looked out over the club and thanked the universe he’d met Ian Taggart. Not just for the fact that the son of a bitch was loyal as fuck and had saved his life but also because the dude hired a cleaning staff. Sanctum was always clean.
He was pretty sure there were no maids on call at Kink. The place had a distinctly industrial feel crossed with what he believed a back alley looked like after the trash truck crashed and burned.
“Are you okay, hon?” Karina put a hand on his back.
She was the prettiest thing in the room with her emerald green corset setting off her gorgeous skin. And she smelled clean. God, he really liked clean. He put an arm around her waist and brought her close, breathing in the smell of her shampoo. Two days into sleeping with her and the scent of lavender got him hard every time he caught a whiff.
“I’m fine. Tell me about the people you’ve met here.”
She seemed to already know everyone. From what he understood, she’d been coming here for only a couple of weeks. The way she explained it, she’d started visiting the club as part of a case. She’d been hired by the mother of the second victim. He’d met her when he’d followed Karina around for a day. He’d been surprised at her office. It was small and cheap. Her clients had been a revelation as well. He’d expected her to work for corporate types but it seemed she mostly focused her attention on the underprivileged. In addition to taking two cases he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be paid for, she found a couple of homeless men shelter and managed to scare the shit out of a guy who’d been stalking his ex-wife and kid.
Yeah, he’d gotten a hard-on watching her do that, too.
She came in close, brushing her chest against his. “The woman in the back is called Starr, not her real name. Her Dom is Master Will. He’s actually quite reasonable. From what I’ve uncovered, she’s a receptionist and he’s an EMT with the city. I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on him with the guy behind the bar.”
He glanced at the bartender. He was wearing leathers, but Derek would bet they were strictly for show. “Why do you think that?”
The faintest hint of a smile crossed her lips. “Mostly because I caught them fucking in the bathroom.”
Derek frowned. “Well, if it’s anything like the rest of the place, they probably have Ebola now.”
The slight grin went crazy, sexy brilliant. God, he loved it when she smiled his way. “You would think that, Monk.”
She liked to tease him about his very normal and hygienic need to be bacteria free. “I will continue to think that and I will also use my personal kit. Did I see a wall of public toys? Because that made me a little sick.”
“This is one of those places that went up pretty much overnight. It’s a tourist place, which is why I was surprised to meet Master Will. There are a couple of well-meaning people, but most of them are strictly tourists. I’ve even caught a couple of gawkers but as long as they pay the fee, the management doesn’t seem to care. This place only says it’s private to get around a couple of laws. They pretty much accept anyone who can afford it.”
Unlike Sanctum. Big Tag carefully controlled the Doms and subs he allowed access to Sanctum. Most clubs came about as very private play places for friends. From what Derek could tell, most of these people didn’t know each other. It was a dangerous way to play. “What kind of security do they have?”
“Well, now they have Li,” Karina offered.
He felt his blood pressure tick up. “No security. No real dungeon monitors from what I can tell.” He saw her start to perk up but shut that shit down quickly. “No. Liam doesn’t count. He just started. Was there a dungeon monitor while you were working here alone?”
Her nose scrunched up. “There was this one guy named Matt, but he apparently only showed up when he was sober. You’ll find they also don’t have a two-drink maximum.”
She was killing him. “I don’t want to know what you’ve had to put up with, do I?”
The little shrug she gave him didn’t up his confidence in her ability to make smart choices. “I handled it.”
He was just about to launch into a lecture about how she would “handle” things from now on. He’d been perfecting his list of rules which absolutely included never ever being in a club like this alone again and walking around in a thong among drunk assholes. It would happen over his dead body. Unfortunately, Master Will took that moment to catch sight of Karina, and he took his sub’s hand and made a beeline for them. He caught sight of Starr.