Free The Denim Dom (Siren Publishing Sensations) by Tymber Dalton Page B

streetlamps. For the return drive to the dungeon, Tony once again insisted on sitting in the backseat with Shayla. In the darkened interior of the car, she felt safer looking at his face, comforted by the illusion of insulation provided by the shadows.
    He was a man who smiled readily, the corners of his eyes marked with lines attesting to that fact. He listened intently when people spoke, and had a warm laugh that he shared with friendly ease.
    He also didn’t strike her as a man who demanded other people defer to him, or who was an attention whore. He seemed relaxed, settled in his place in the conversation and holding his own when the situation allowed, but also content to sit back and listen to others.
    He wasn’t a pushy, overbearing, arrogant idiot. She didn’t know what he was like with a submissive, but he certainly was blowing her preconceived notions out of the water even better than her earlier conversation with Loren and Ross. Sure, it was fine to find a couple who were happy doing…this, but Tony seemed the kind of man to validate their claims that the average person in “the lifestyle” was just that—an average person. From what little time she’d spent with him, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
    And other than his earlier question about what her boyfriend might think of her outing, he hadn’t approached discussing anything personal about her other than how long she’d been in Florida, how she liked it there, and questions about her job.
    In fact, he stayed remarkably clear of any kind of personal questions.
    Then again, maybe he’s just not interested in me. She knew he was single, because Loren, Tilly, and Leah had all, at some point during the dinner conversation, made mention of it to Shayla.
    If Shayla didn’t know any better, she’d think the women were trying to hook them up together.
    There were considerably more cars in the parking lot when they pulled in and parked. Before emerging from the car, Loren asked, “Did you bring your toybag, Tony?”
    “It’s in my trunk. But I doubt I’m playing tonight.”
    “Could you bring it in and show Shayla the ropes?” She giggled.
    He arched an eyebrow at her. “Ha, ha. Like I haven’t heard that one a million times.” His light tone belied his words. “And no, I don’t mind bringing it in.”
    “If it’s going to be trouble,” Shayla said, “it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”
    They climbed out. “No, no trouble. I’m just parked over there.”
    She waited with Loren near the club’s door for Ross to get their things from the trunk of their car while Tony removed a large, black rolling suitcase from the trunk of his. Inside, since they already had Shayla’s information on file, she didn’t have to fill out another form.
    She discovered however that entry wasn’t guaranteed as she pulled out a twenty and prepared to hand it over.
    A different woman manned the front desk. She was older, with closely cropped blonde hair, a black corset squeezing her ample breasts up and nearly out of the confining garment, and had freshly lacquered, deep red nails and makeup done to perfection. Shayla felt frumpy just looking at her.
    “I see you’re not a member yet,” the woman observed as she looked Shayla up on the computer. “Who is your sponsor?”
    “Um, sponsor?”
    “Yes. You can’t become a member without a sponsor. Classes are open to the public, but to come to play sessions you have to be a member.”
    Loren and Ross had both started to speak up when Tony stepped forward. “I’m her sponsor.”
    The woman’s carefully plucked eyebrows sailed skyward. “Really? I was under the impression Valerie was here with you tonight.”
    From somewhere behind them Shayla thought she heard Leah mutter, “Crap,” before she darted through the doorway into the play area.
    Before Shayla could process that, her attention immediately returned to Tony and the Hydra at the desk. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous