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He swiped the silver card through the magnetic strip and the doors opened away from them. Julian led her inside a cozy room that smelled of leather and spice. On the other side of the door, a man sat at a large desk studying monitors. He looked up when they approached his desk.
“Mr. Anders.” He grinned, genuinely happy to see Julian. “It’s been such a long time since we’ve seen you. Mr. Abrams is expecting you. I’ll let him know you’re on your way up.”
“Good to see you, Cal.” Julian pressed the button to the elevator. “It has been a long time.”
“Don’t be a stranger,” Cal said as they stepped onto the elevator, waving to them as the doors closed.
“You have access?” Kayla stared at the card, wondering what he had done and who he had done it with the last time he was there.
She had so many insecurities and questions about their afternoon. Playing at Julian’s penthouse was one thing. She’d gotten quite used to it. But being out in public with others in the community made her edgy. What if she realized her biggest fear? What if she couldn’t meet his expectations?
“I used to come here often,” Julian said. “This elevator brings us right to the club.”
When the elevator doors opened, Kayla took in the atmosphere. As the soft music streamed through the surround system, she glanced around. She spotted a mahogany bar with shiny gold accents in the center of the room. The elaborate sitting area just off the elevator boasted plush leather sofas and soft white throw rugs. Patrons were relaxing and chatting like normal people, drinking wine and martinis. The trendy New Yorkers looked so comfortable in their environment.
Julian pointed to long halls with doorways on either side of the bar. People were coming in and out of those doors. “The observation rooms are that way. It’s much more private back there. Quiet enough to get in the right frame of mind.”
There were booths and tables set against large windows that revealed a spectacular view of the city from the floor-length glass. Sheer curtains in all the corners of the room shielded silhouettes moving behind the white material. Kayla tried to see what they were doing as she strained to get a better look.
Julian rubbed her back as he took her hand and kissed it. “You’re fidgeting.”
“Am I?”
“That’s how I know you’re really nervous, because you don’t even realize you’re doing it.”
“This is all very awkward for me. I have no idea what to expect.”
“I understand, but all you have to do is let me lead.” He kept his hand in hers, calming her with his encouraging voice. “This afternoon is necessary if we’re going to explore even further. I want to make sure I do this right for you. For us.”
“You have my total faith.”
When she gazed into his caring eyes, she knew she could face anything as long as he was by her side. She wanted to please him more than anything, and in return, he would bring her the ecstasy she had become so addicted to.
“Julian,” a deep, masculine voice called from the distance.
Holy shit!Kayla lost her breath as the impeccable man made his way toward them.
His black suit graced his tall, imposing form, accentuating his fit body. People stopped what they were doing, moving out of his way as he came closer. A few girls dropped to their knees when he walked past them. No one made eye contact with him. The man seemed unfazed, like it was commonplace for them to react so respectfully. He commanded it just by walking into the room.
“Is that him?” A tremble rolled through her as he came closer.
“Yes.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. “Remember to breathe.”
Julian had said he was an older, experienced Dom who people respected, feared, and craved to be close to. This man who now stood in front of her, his green eyes blazing intently into hers, was nothing like she had imagined. She didn’t expect him to be so youthful, attractive, and sexy.
“Hello, Ms. Quinn.” He extended his hand for her. “I’m Martin Abrams.”
Master M.
Kayla rocked from one foot to another before finding her voice. She shook his hand, but quickly pulled away feeling awkward. She wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was when meeting one of the city’s most sought after Dominants. Julian rubbed her back, nudging her forward as Martin continued to stare into her eyes.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Abrams,” she finally managed to stammer out. “Julian has told me much about you.”
“Not too much, I hope.” Martin smiled at Julian. “Welcome back.”
“It’s good to see you.” Julian shook Martin’s hand. “Thanks for agreeing to meet with us.”
“It’s my pleasure. I’m always happy to help in situations such as yours.” He motioned toward the long hallway. “I have an observation room set up for you. The participants know someone is coming to observe, but they don’t know which point in the scene you’ll be in for. I thought we could observe for a bit and discuss a training plan for you.”
