Free An Expert in Domination by Sindra van Yssel Page A

to be tying me up already. And what you just said, well, I find you to be a far more interesting person than I thought you would be, at first.”
    Colby smiled. In the scene, he was used to a different reaction. Occasionally people would assume that his notoriety meant that he’d be stuck-up, and they sometimes mistook his confidence as confirmation of that. But for the most part, people assumed he had it all together far more than he actually did. Sophia’s first impression made a certain amount of sense. And it was even true. Sometimes the toys were good at keeping people at a distance. But usually he wanted that sense of connection. He just didn’t want it to last too long.
    “If you’re comfortable doing so, go get your clothes now and meet me in the living room. I’ll finish picking up here.”
    “Yes, Colby.” The tone of Sophia’s voice touched him again. She sounded like she was in a lovely headspace, and he hated to interrupt that with dinner and negotiation. But they’d need food, and he needed to know more about her.
    He watched her as she walked away toward the door that led to the parking lot. Only when she left did he turn his attention back to the rope and the frame.
    He figured it would take her a little while to get dressed. He took his stuff off to the side so that anyone could use the station. There he braided the rope he’d used. He wouldn’t use it for the demo. Until he could wash it, it would only touch Sophia’s skin.
    Dylan walked over to him. He’d changed his clothes for a casual look—an Edwardian smoking jacket and trousers. “Nice scene,” he said.
    “Thanks,” said Colby. Normally gregarious, he wanted a few minutes alone to reflect on how the rope looked on Sophia’s body, and her reactions, while he ran the rope through his hands. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get it. “How’s Alex?”
    “A bit frustrated but okay. She’s holding court in the living room, and I found a male sub who loves to pamper feet to give her other foot some attention, so she’s distracted.”
    Colby smiled. It sounded like a good plan if Dylan was comfortable with it. For all the man’s foppish ways, underneath the ancient clothes lurked a kind, caring Dom who was utterly devoted to his wife and slave.
    “Excuse me, Sirs.” Colby looked down to see that the soft voice came from a petite blonde wearing skimpy pink lingerie with black lace edging. Her stomach was flat, and her breasts slightly outsized for the rest of her figure.
    He was foolish to think he’d have time alone anywhere but his room. “Hello,” he said politely.
    The girl looked at the ground. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in doing a scene with me, Sir.”
    There was a small chance she was asking Dylan. After all, without eye contact, it was hard to tell. Colby was pretty sure Dylan would turn her down, because while the man might let someone rub Alex’s feet or use her as a demo bottom, Colby didn’t think they had that open of a relationship. Maybe. The silence lengthened as neither man spoke.
    “Which one of us are you talking to?” asked Colby after a while.
    “You, Sir,” she said, not lifting her head.
    If it were someone he was interested in, he’d probably teach them to look at him. He could tell what a sub was thinking so much better if he could see their eyes. It was a kind of nakedness, and he loved that. But some people liked the whole gaze-aversion thing and there was no point in training her out of it if he wasn’t going to play with her. “No, thank you.” He braided some more rope. Hopefully she’d go away.
    “I saw your scene with that other girl, Sir,” she said. “I know she didn’t satisfy you. I would be happy to serve in any way you desire.”
    He frowned. He’d actually occasionally ended up playing with a sub after sending them away, if they left gracefully and without hard feelings and he’d become available later. However, pushy bottoms were a total turnoff. “I said no.