The S*xy Submissive

looked completely taken aback. Join them? Good grief... no. She couldn't possibly do that. Just being in the club and talking to Mr. Grouchy, who had become decidedly less grouchy and even

st visit, no matter how good looking and tempting Master Adam might be. He’d probably hate her if he knew she was lying, only pretending to be a Domme, and who could blame him? Pulling her hand away from Adam she gave him a nod, her face carefully blank to control the emotions roiling underneath. “I think I’ve had enough for tonight,” she said firmly, even though there was still a little bit of drink left in her glass. “It was very nice to meet you.” He frowned at her and she got the feeling he was disappointed she wasn’t going to accept Rick’s offer to join them. Why? While she was very attracted to him, he couldn’t possibly be interested in her considering he thought she was a Domme. Unless maybe he was a switch but she didn’t believe that for one second. He had an incredible aura of power and confidence around him, just from his personality. Although being over six feet tall and muscled like a professional athlete probably didn't hurt either. It was an aura she could project when she needed to, but with her it was just an act. Apparently an effective one, but still just make believe. The look of disappointment and disapproval on his face made her squirm internally, testing her ability to keep her expression under control. I am a Domme, she reminded herself. For tonight at least. But somehow Adam made her want to stop pretending, drop to her knees, and beg to be punished for her deception. In fact, she was probably going to masturbate fantasizing about him the second she got home. Unlike Adam, Rick didn’t look at all disappointed or perturbed. He just gave her a friendly smile and held out his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Angela.” “You too,” she smiled back at him, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. Turning to Adam she offered him her hand as well. “It was nice to meet you.” His intent gaze on her face caused her smile to slip a little as he reached for her hand and shook it, his thumb practically caressing her skin. Angel’s breath caught in her throat, although she did her best to hide it, and she tugged her hand away. For a moment he didn’t let her and heat flared through her body. Had he found her out? Then he released her and she had to use all of her willpower to keep her traitorous knees firmly locked. He just had that kind of effect. "Good night," she said, noting with pleasure that there wasn't the slightest hint of a tremor in her voice. Just because she'd never wanted to be a professional actress didn't mean she was without abilities. With a firm and steady step, forcing herself not to rush, she headed to the entrance to collect her coat before escaping outside. Getting into her car, she groaned a little over the late hour and the long ride home. Where there would be a warm bed and her vibrator waiting, and she could lose herself in a fantasy of knowing blue eyes dominating h