It's less a matter of if they've 'figured out', as you say, as it is if they believe I am who I am. Most don't, as you've proven quite aptly.

[He felt something tighten inside him as her lips brushed his wrist, his eyes locked on her lips as he was so very tempted to lean in and close that distance. Then she made that offhand comment and he paused, realizing she was right, something he hadn't actually thought about before. He'd been so careful to only play within the limits of what she allowed, that moment had been an unrestrained bit of something he hadn't expected.

He hummed in answer, letting her pull him along as he remembered the way she'd work high-necked shirts until the mark had faded. Spoiled all his fun, that had.]

You're right. I'd be happy to let you return the favor. A bite when I'm least expecting it. Though, you can hardly blame me, can you? Mid-orgasm's a bit hard to remember all the rules. And it was a delicious moment. I'd very much like to repeat it. I give you my word, no marks unless you ask.

[Guess whose mind wasn't on the party or undercover work at the moment?]