I stared at the mail longer than I would have liked to admit. It was so tempting to just accept, but was it really true what he had said? That I wouldn't be in any type of debt to anyone? If so, why should I say no?My mind was spinning, going over both pros and cons of agreeing to have a sponsor. It was a hell of a lot of money that someone would spend on me. That, in itself, was crazy, and I couldn't comprehend it. I was drowning in student loans, and now I might agree to get a hundred- and twenty-dollars' worth of membership? Bi-fucking-zarre.The prideful part of me was shaking inside, fighting to get out just to tell Chris, «Fuck no, I'll pass." But another part of me didn't want to do that. In other words, I was indecisive as all hell.Yeah, I would need some time to decide. And if I decided before the weekend, I could visit the club... I don't have work then, a small voice in my head whispered.Pushing it all to the side, I pressed play on the movie I was getting ready to watch
Between serving the customers and getting verbal pushes from Kevin to accept the offer, the rest of the shift passed in a blur.As I walked back to my apartment, I reminded myself about the reason why I wanted to join a BDSM club in the first place. I craved so many things: The excitement, the pain with the pleasure and the loss of control– which for me, was the most intriguing one. I was hesitant in bed, always overthinking every move I made, wondering if I was good enough. It took all the pleasure away, and I couldn't enjoy myself. But by having someone else call the shots, I could let go in a way I haven't been able to do before.In a way, I was taking control by letting go of it.My mind was working overtime, trying to find out what I should say to Chris when I called him. It was even more nerve-wracking than when I was ordering takeout.Hi, Chris– Nope, I couldn't start the conversation like that.Mr. Cross, I would like to accept your offer. Was that too formal?Hi, It's Emily Fi
I spent more money on clothes for the club than I probably should've. Black and sexy were mostly what the dress code mentioned, with suggestions to what it could be—everything from negligee, bustier, and garter belts to little black dresses.My wallet hurt from the shopping spree, but if I was going to the dungeon, I wanted to go all out. The worst thing for me was to stand out, so I made sure I wouldn't.Kevin was a huge help. Going into the stores, I was clueless and didn't know where to start. He, on the other hand, knew where to lead me and which lingerie to try on.Usually, I went for comfort over style with a cotton bra and cotton briefs. I haven't exactly had someone to dress up for in the bedroom in a good while, but those kinds of underwear wouldn't do in this situation.At the end of the evening, we took a bite to eat and just enjoyed each other's company. I had known Kevin for almost two years, ever since I got the job at Quick bite Queens Café. We had only hung out togethe
Emily was here, in this building, right now. The thought made me twitchy as if I couldn't sit still.I'd seen her on the security cameras as soon as she showed up. Truth be told, I had waited in my office staring at the computer for her to arrive. Was that creepy? Maybe. But hell, I had to. What if she had changed her mind? I wanted to see it with my own eyes that she did come.That night when I showed up at Gideon's nightclub, I shouldn't have talked to her; I shouldn't even have shown myself to her. I should have used the backdoor as I always did when I visited and kept myself out of her way. I was planning on it too, but the thought of seeing her up close... I couldn't pass that up.Like I'd suspected, she was even more beautiful up close. Something about her was so sensual; the way she talked, the way she moved... man, I had a hard time walking away after getting my drink. Her porcelain skin teased the dominant in me, like a blank paper begging to be used and marked.I could see r
The meeting with Marcus went smoothly, and I left his office excited and relieved. I'd decided I would stay at the dungeon a while before I went home now that I was officially a member, and I hadn't dressed myself up for nothing.A red bracelet now hung on my arm, which I'd gotten from Marcus. It meant I wasn't cleared for any play yet. I needed to supply my STD results before that could happen. Until I had done that, I needed to wear it while I was here.I walked down the stairs with a hammering heart, consciously taking in the many people in the room—More had arrived since I got here. I could really use a drink, but fuck, the money was tight after I'd spent so much on clothes and the drinks here weren't cheap.Mistress Claire stood off to the side, talking with a younger woman, but I didn't feel comfortable enough to approach her. I was afraid I would intrude on something.Instead, I walked around the place feeling awkward. What the fuck was I actually doing here? I felt so out of my
Hi? That was what I had to say after basically trying to dry hump his dick—fucking hi? I mentally facepalmed myself as I looked into his amused eyes. He probably thought I was a weirdo or something."Hello, Gorgeous." He smiled, and God, it took my breath away. If I hadn't already been weak in my knees, I sure was now. "Can I buy you a drink?"Letting out a relieved breath, I returned his smile. "Sure, that would be great."In a gentlemanly manner, he offered me his arm, and I took it, blushing slightly as I did. Walking side by side, I noticed how tall he actually was without the distraction of a scene. Even in my four point five inch heels, my head still only reached his chest."You're new here," he stated as we walked towards the bar. He steered us past a couple with one woman walking a man with a collar and chain, and I couldn't help but turn around and look at them some more, curious how it would feel to be walked like that. Though I didn't know if that stuff was really my kink,
Mat. His name stayed on my mind through the rest of the night and at work the next day. Though it wasn't just his name I thought of. I wondered if he had a submissive, but then... if he did, would he have acted the way he did towards me? I certainly hope not.I'd decided I would attend Desiree's Den tonight as well, getting my member's worth. DD was open every day, except Sundays, from five pm to three am.At my lunch hour, I called my doctor to get an appointment to take an STD test. I already had one, but it was several months old, and even though I hadn't had any sex since then, the club needed a recent result. It was their policy, so no one spread any diseases, which were completely understandable and made me feel even more secure knowing that I wouldn't get sick playing with anyone there.God, I really was planning on playing with someone. The thought was half exciting and half nerve-wracking. But it wouldn't happen tonight. I wasn't ready for that yet even if I could. How did I
Emily stood frozen as we locked eyes. I could see the beginning of a smile forming on her lips before she looked to my side. Her eyes widened slightly, and was that recognition sparking in those pretty aqua eyes of hers? I fucking hoped not. Chris would have said something to us if he'd met her, right?It took a minute before she noticed Gideon, and I almost laughed that it took so long. He wasn't one anyone could overlook, not when he was as big as a house. He was as tall as me—a couple of inches shorter than Chris—but he seemed so much bigger. That man eats bricks for breakfast.She didn't react much from seeing Gideon, which, to be honest, was a feat in itself. Most women would flinch somewhat; I'd even seen some take a step back. That fucker looked like the worst kind of criminal. But no, Emily devoured him with her eyes, as she had with Chris and me.My jaw tightened as a sliver of jealousy crept in.My guys and I had agreed several years ago that we would share, but the prospect