“I have a client who wants to take part in a ménage.” She let go of him, then perched on the edge of the console in front of him. “His name is James and he’s very receptive to me, but he wants more than just me.” Each breath accentuated the pull of the leather across her full breasts. Glitter shone on her upper chest and the tiny daisy dangled from the piercing in her navel. He longed to run his tongue over every inch of her body.

 “I see.” Master G folded his arms. His heart leapt. In his fifteen years as a Dom at The Q, he rarely gave in to being a sub. He also hardly ever worked with another Dom on the same sub. The need for Mistress Dee continued to battle his inner need to dominate.

“This isn’t the first time he’s asked me.” She crossed her long legs and the patent leather on her boots shimmered in the light. “I’ve told him no before because I couldn’t find the right person to serve as that third. I’m very particular.” She flipped a lock of her ebony hair over her shoulder. “Now I know who I want. You.”

His heart lodged in his throat. There wasn’t a guarantee of something long-term—not that he wanted long-term—but she’d noticed him as more than just another guy at the club. He dipped his head once. “Tell me your conditions.”

“You’ll do what I ask and submit to me.” She stood, meeting him eye to eye. He studied the deep brown of her eyes. A man could lose himself in those eyes.  She pursed her crimson lips. “Think you can do that? No topping from the bottom.” She brushed her ample breasts over his chest enough to make his skin burn. He groaned when she flattened her hands on his pecs. “I’ll never humiliate you, but I expect complete submission.”

He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, but hell, the way she touched him, he wanted to crawl on the floor behind her. “Can’t do it forever,” he replied, “but I can do what you ask.”

“That’s what I need.” Mistress Dee gripped the leather criss-crossing his chest. Her nails scraped his sensitive skin. “You on your knees doing what I ask.”

“Then I will.” He sucked in a long breath, then dipped his head and exhaled. Dear God, he couldn’t wait for the encounter. “When, Mistress?”