small part of the big picture.â
Shane scribbled some notes. âThatâs well and good, but something tells me that this group weâre going to infiltrate isnât totally about hearts and flowers. I have a feeling our country club set is made up of a bunch of weekend dabblers whoâre in it to get off and donât have the first clue what D/s is supposed to be about.â
âFrom what weâre reading, Iâm inclined to agree.â She paused. âAnd Iâm thinking they wonât wear leather, collars, or anything that would draw the attention of the other club guests. Weâre not going to need special clothing.â
âI get to leave my spiked collar at home? Goody.â Humor danced in his gray eyes.
âLucky you.â
âWeâll show up dressed in our sexy best, something suitable for the rich folks that still puts off a vibe of
available and ready to play
.â
She agreed. âWeâll have to play up being a couple, like Rainey said. Drop a few words in willing ears here and there.â That thought, Shaneâs proximity, his wonderful scent of musk and man, was starting to go to her head.
Damn!
âExactly.â Exiting the current page, he clicked on a new link. âThis one gives more of the terminology. Check it out: if the man dominates, heâs the
Dom
and his partner typically refers to him as
Master
or
Sir
. If itâs the female, sheâs the
Domme
and her partner calls her
Mistress
. Some live the lifestyle only during sex, and others live it in every aspect of their lives, twenty-four seven. Hard to imagine, huh?â
âVery. It does hold a certain strange appeal, though.â
He looked at her sharply, interest flashing across his face. âReally? I never knew you were such a bad girl at heart.â It seemed he was only half-joking.
Her pulse beat a bit faster, and arousal began low in her belly. âThen you should do your homework more often,â she replied, the statement coming out lower and more husky than she intended.
His lips curved upward and for a long, tense moment he simply stared at her. Then he went back to the article. After theyâd read what information they could, he clicked on a link that took them to a D/s site that was almost all pictures demonstrating the lifestyle.
And what a demonstration. The pictures were mind-boggling. Couples were depicted in every possible position, both dressed and undressed. One showed an attractive woman on her knees in front of a fit, muscular man. His hand was buried in her long hair, guiding her mouth onto his rock-hard cock.
Instantly, the tension that had been simmering between them became heightened awareness. A very sexual awareness of each other that stretched to the breaking point and couldnât be denied. Reaching out, Shane touched her cheek, then ran his thumb over her lips.
âMay I kiss you?â
Itâs all Iâve ever wanted. That and so much more.
âYes,â she managed.
He paused, desire shining in his eyes. âI really shouldnât.â
âI donât care.â
That seemed to make up his mind. His lips touched hers and desire ignited her body. Her nipples tingled, puckered into tiny peaks. Her sex grew warm, and she needed to be touched. Her mouth opened to allow him to explore and his tongue worked magic. Explored and tasted. He drove her crazy.
âI want you,â he whispered between kisses.
âYes.â
That was all the encouragement either of them required. The many reasons why this was a bad idea flew out the window. She helped him pull her cotton shirt over her head, didnât think of protesting when he unclasped her bra. Then she was exposed to him and there was no awkwardness. Only passion and heat. Flames blazing higher.
Bending, he captured one pert nipple in his mouth and rolled it on his tongue, teasing it with his lips and teeth before moving to the other and lavishing it