Free French Kiss (Decadence Nights Book 2) by Maddie Taylor Page B

base animal instinct of raw, carnal sex. It made her feel dirty, and it worsened after every encounter. Never had she felt that way with Derek.
    She threw her arm over her eyes, blocking out the light, wondering where she went from here.
    Her phone rang, buzzing as it crawled across the nightstand.
    Rolling onto her side, she reached for it, noting it was after one o’clock in the afternoon. She’d slept half the day away. Scanning the screen for the incoming number, she frowned at the area code. San Antonio, if she wasn’t mistaken.
    Swiping the screen with her thumb, she answered hesitantly. “Hello?”
    “Marilee?”
    She didn’t recognize the deep, rumbling male voice, but recognized the distinct aura of authority. She stiffened with unease, answering with a tentative, “Yes?”
    “Dexter Russell here, from Club Decadence.”
    She choked, practically swallowing her tongue. Why was the Master Dom calling her? What could he possibly want?
    “Mari? Are you there?”
    “Yes, um, sir. I mean, Master Dex.”
    “This is an informal call, darlin’. Dex is fine.”
    Her brows drew together. What did that mean? The intercession last night and now a call, what on earth was going on?
    “Uh, okay, um… Dex.” Closing her eyes, she rubbed her temple. Calling him by his first name was strange and felt oddly uncomfortable. What the heck did he want? “What can I do for you, sir?”
    “I was calling to check in. The attendant last night was worried after you flew out of the front door and zoomed out of the parking lot at Mach V. Was there a problem with Master Arturo? He’s a new member. Say so and I can address any issues with him.”
    “Oh, no, Mast—” Submissive etiquette, too long ingrained kept her from calling him by name, despite his permission. “Uh, no, sir. Master Arturo was, uh, wonderful. He was polite and acted like a gentleman. I used my safeword and he honored it without question.”
    “I’m glad to hear that, although I’ll keep your comments between us. Calling a sadist polite or a gentleman is damning him with faint praise. I’m not sure Arturo will appreciate that getting around.”
    “I didn’t mean— Uh, well, it was very nice, the scene I mean.”
    He chuckled and she realized that nice wasn’t much better. “Why the sudden exodus, then? Was it something else?”
    “No, I just had to be home at a certain time. I live in Houston, you see.”
    “I know that Marilee, I have your file here.” He paused. “If you’re certain there is no issue…”
    “Everything is fine, sir.”
    “Good, then let’s discuss something that isn’t. It seems we were remiss in getting all the required forms signed when you joined. I’ll need you to stop by administration on your next visit and get that taken care of.”
    “What forms would that be, sir?”
    “Your limit list isn’t complete, which I find an appalling oversight. You didn’t fill out anything beyond the beginner’s checklist.”
    “That wasn’t a mistake, sir. It is as far as I’m willing to go, so I didn’t think—”
    “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re not a beginner.”
    “No, but…”
    “And the section on your experience with BDSM, past relationships, etc. is incomplete, which is very sloppy. Who signed you in, might I ask?”
    “Um, I’d hate to get anyone in trouble.”
    “You aren’t. I’m asking, darlin’. Who was it?”
    “I don’t know her name.”
    “Describe her to me.”
    He wasn’t going to give up. “A small redhead who was very pregnant at the time, so I’m sure she had other things on her mind.”
    “Regan,” he replied. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll address it.”
    “Is it necessary that you know all of that?”
    “Yes. We know that you’re unattached having lost your previous master, your husband, tragically a few years back. You live in Houston, but travel three hours to play here. Beyond that, there are holes we need to fill in. Your next dom will need to know about past