Free She's All In: Club 3, Book 1 by Cathryn Cade Page B

follow through on the interest in her gaze, her response to him.
    A woman shrieked behind him, her laughter ringing over the music. Daisy’s gaze snapped to the side, and Dack looked over as a little redhead darted past from the dance floor, naked except for a pair of tiny panties and her high-heeled sandals, her breasts bouncing. Behind her followed her date, grinning, her red leather dress hanging from his hand.
    D’Aurien—the reason Rochelle was so upset. She’d been back behind the reception desk when Dack went to check on her, but her eyes had been swollen with tears. Women had a bad habit of falling for the first dom who spent some time focusing on them. He’d reprimanded her for her lapse with Daisy’s introduction, but he’d kept his voice mild and ended up giving her a hug.
    Trace had promised to spend some time at the front desk with her and make sure she was okay to work until her relief showed up at midnight. Probably do a scene with her before the night was through, if he thought it would help her.
    The redhead and her dom headed for the empty chair back in the corner. Dack watched Daisy carefully. Would the display scare her off, or would it reassure her that she wouldn’t be the only female with a bare ass?
    She reached down and grasped the tab at her left hip. Ah, she was going to do it. He watched, his attention so focused on her slender hand that a bomb could’ve gone off behind him and he wouldn’t notice as she slowly pulled down the zipper that ran from the waist to the hem of her little skirt.
    But then she froze, her head down, the unfastened skirt still clutched around her. Time to call her back.
    “Daisy. Look at me.” She peeped up at him, her gorgeous eyes shadowed with doubt. Whatever she found in his gaze seemed to steady her. “Do it for me.”
    Do it for me , he repeated silently, willing her to obey. Show me you want to submit to me, you want me to take you on the journey of your lifetime. That you want to blossom for me. Be my little sub, and let me suck all your sweet nectar. Shit, he was turning into a regular poet here.
    She let go of the zipper, and the skirt came away in her hand. She dropped it in the corner of the sofa with her purse, and her hands went back to her sides. Dack barely noticed, because now she stood before him clad in her halter top and a tiny leather thong.
    He looked down over her, slowly, memorizing every inch of her from the bodacious breasts cradled in leather, to her little waist, and down over the smooth plain of her belly. The thin straps of the leather thong bisected her slanting hips, biting slightly into her soft, pale flesh. The small triangle of leather shielded her mons in the sweetest tease he’d seen for-fucking-ever. He’d already known her legs and thighs were pretty and toned, but they looked even better with nothing but her strappy little platform sandals on her feet.
    She shifted, flexed her fingers nervously and then pressed them into the sides of her thighs, her palms flattening into the swell of flesh.
    “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” he said slowly, his voice rasping from his dry throat. His fingers dug into his thighs. More than his next breath, he wanted to command her to turn around for him, so he could see her gorgeous ass bared. But if she turned, she’d see Mason scoping her over his date’s shoulder and D’Aurien checking her out from the corner, even though he had a naked woman kneeling between his own legs. Dack wanted to roar at them to turn the hell away, that he wanted to see her first.
    But his cock was swelling even harder at the knowledge that while they were watching, he was the only one who got to touch. And he knew just how this was going to go down. He’d scanned her consent form on his tablet on his way in tonight, to see if she had filled it out.
    Not only had she done that, she’d checked yes to two of his favorites—spanking and public sex. She’d marked two and a half out of five possible on the