Chapter One
Lizzie pulled on the chains affixed to the anchor in the ceiling of her hotel room and was pleased when they held. She’d inspected every piece of equipment the Carnivore Club had shipped. All she had left to do was shower, dress, and wait for her 1Night Stand to arrive.
The melodious ring of her phone caught her attention, and she ran across the room to pick it up. Seeing Maddy’s name displayed, she slid her finger across the screen to answer.
“Are you and the cubs okay?” Lizzie wouldn’t normally leave her phone on when she was getting ready for a scene, but, with Garth and Maddy’s cubs due sometime in the next month, she didn’t want to be unavailable if the little bundles of joy decided to arrive early.
“Yes, we’re fine. Well, other than the fact it feels like an all-out brawl is going on in my belly. Having three at a time sounded like a great idea at the start, not so much now.”
“Oh, you’ll be fine. My brother won’t let anything happen to you or his daughter and sons.”
“No, he is being very loving and caring. I feel very spoiled.”
Lizzie moved back to the bed and sat down. “So, to what do I owe this call if you’re not ringing to tell me you’re in labor?”
“I was calling to see how things were going with you. Did everything arrive okay?”
Lizzie looked at all the equipment scattered around the room. “Yes it did, and, by the looks of all the heavy duty restraints and chains they sent, I’d guess my date is a shifter, which I must admit I’m rather excited about because it means I won’t have to hold back.”
“I told you Madame Eve was the way to go. She found me Garth, and I’m sure she has the perfect man for you as well.”
“I hope so. I’m sick of playing with random men. I want my own submissive, and a man who loves me just the way I am.” If there was such a man.
“I don’t think Madame Eve has gotten it wrong yet. I’m sure she’s not going to start with you.”
Fingers crossed
***
Lizzie stepped out of the shower and wrapped one of the giant fluffy towels around her. They were warm from the amazing rack, yet another luxury she planned to have added to her cabin along with the multiple rainwater-head shower. She’d never expected the suite to be so luxurious. She’d lived all her life half an hour from the hotel and never once been inside.
Even if she’d known what facilities were available in the hotel, the chance of getting to use them was likely none—Garth and his two shadows would’ve made sure of that. They were the sole reason she’d had to resort to Madam Eve for help. Every time she showed even a flicker of interest in a man, the three of them swooped in and gave the guy enough of a scare to send him running.
Not this time.
Hopefully not. She’d been careful to make sure nobody but Maddy knew about her 1Night Stand. She was sick of being alone. She wanted what Garth and Maddy had found. Someone just for her.
She dropped her towel back on the rack and proceeded to get dressed. First, she stepped into her black leather mini, which barely covered her ass, no panties of course. Then, she wrapped her red leather corset around her torso and zipped it up, making sure she had a good amount of cleavage on show. Last, she sat on the toilet and pulled on her thigh-high black leather “come-fuck-me” boots. All in all, she made a very slutty looking picture, but that was the point. Tonight, she wanted everything, and making herself look as sexy as possible was the first step in getting what she wanted.
She made one last inspection of the equipment and started thinking about what she would do. She wasn’t one of those Dommes who planned out a scene to the very last detail, but she did like to have a general idea. Images of her date chained and begging for mercy as she flogged his ass and thighs flitted into her mind. Yeah, tonight was going to be good—she could feel it.
A knock at the door startled her. “Who is it?”
“Your date,” came the deep, muffled reply.
Showtime.
Lizzie took her seat on the queening throne—one of her favorite pieces. “Come in.”
Brute stared at the door and took a couple of deep breaths. Lizzie was not going to be pleased when he entered, but he’d practiced his speech over and over to get her to give him a chance.
Every night since he’d overheard Lizzie talking about signing up for a 1Night Stand, Brute had imagined this moment. He laid his hand on the door handle and turned. The door opened to a room shrouded in darkness. Even with his shifter-enhanced eyesight, he could barely see a thing. He could smell her, though, her scent enticing as always.
“Remove every stitch of clothing and get on your knees.” Lizzie’s voice, deep and sultry, echoed around the room, but his shifter hearing allowed him to pinpoint her exact location. He looked to the right where her voice came from but still couldn’t make out any discernable shapes.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, sub. Naked and on your knees. You have two minutes and I will not ask again.”
