Free Pleasure Bay by Maddie Taylor, Melody Parks Page A

bartender uncapped his beer and set it in front of him while Katie got up from her seat. Drink in hand, she moved closer.
    “Why don’t we get a table,” she suggested, pointing to a table for two in a quiet corner away from the live music. It was clear she had no intentions of taking no for an answer as she slipped her small hand into his much larger one and started walking. “I was just as nervous as you the first time I came to Pleasure Bay.”
    He could feel the heat on his face spreading, fanning out along his neck as he followed her, watching her lush hips sway beneath the stunning red gown. He should say something, but that was always his biggest problem around women. He had no clue how to talk to them, let alone express his desires. The soft click of her heels drew his eyes to her feet. As she walked, her painted toes became visible—crimson red—nearly the same color as her dress, and her matching fingertips, and his fantasy. Holy shit! So hot … He suppressed a groan, his cock twitching in approval.
    As they reached the table, he remembered his manners, and smoothly moved to pull out her chair.
    “Thank you,” she said softly, taking a seat.
    “My pleasure, beautiful Katie.” He forced a small smile as he sat down across from her. “How often do you visit the island?” he asked. Moore, you dumb ass, that sounded like a bad pick-up line.
    “At least twice a month and a bit more often during the holidays. I really love the dungeon they have here and the doms are real, unlike the wannabes I’m used to running into at the local clubs back in Montana.” She took a sip of her drink, keeping those vivid eyes on him the whole time.
    Shane was as inexperienced as they came. He’d never been to a dungeon or a BDSM club for that matter. Bondage and domination intrigued him highly, but he never pictured himself in a club like the one she was talking about, with others watching. In fact, he never really thought much about the lifestyle other than his recurring fantasy. He didn’t want clubs and dungeons. He wanted private and alone with only one focus—pleasing his mistress.
    “I have to confess. I’m not very knowledgeable when it comes to BDSM and the lifestyle.” The intensity of her gaze, focused solely on him, made him feel… he wasn’t sure what exactly, special maybe? Sheesh, what a putz! Next he’d be moon-eyed and kissing her feet. That last thought didn’t help at all and had him squirming in his seat, as the space in his pants started to shrink.
    He glanced around the room for a moment, an attempt to break her powerful connection, as he took a drink of his beer. The couple he’d seen talking to the hostess earlier, now on the dance floor, appeared to be hitting it off quite nicely. The petite strawberry blonde had an infectious smile; the man, looking every bit the gentleman, had his hand placed perfectly at the small of her back. He leaned over, whispering something in her ear, and the smile on the woman’s face lit up further as she nodded.
    “Well, I assure you. You couldn’t have picked a better place than Pleasure Bay to get your feet wet.”
    Her voice was divine, soft, and feminine, yet at the same time clear and confident. It broke into his observation of the couple on the dance floor and he turned back to her. When he did, the sexy wink she gave him as she finished her words, created a stir in his belly. He didn’t know which woman he would be paired with, but if it wasn’t going to be Katie, he needed to get away from her now. Except he didn’t know how to do that without being rude. His eyes swept the room again, looking for the blond hostess who seemed in charge of the matches.
    “Wondering who you’re going to be paired with?” The way she said her words made him think she was reading his mind. God, was he really that transparent?
    The warmth returned to his face as he met her eyes. “Yes, actually.” He made his words low and quiet as he leaned across the small table.