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The heat blooms in my lower belly. I wet my lips.
‘This is where I leave you. Second door on your left. Have fun.’
He’s already heading back down the stairs.
‘Ask him...’ I blurt out before nerves get the better of me ‘...the guy downstairs.’
He smiles, gives a nod. ‘Sure thing.’
And then he’s gone and I take a breath, look to the door he pointed out. It’s deep red and ornate, furnished with a knocker of a lion’s head that would look more at home on the external door to a grand residence. I walk towards it, my heels too loud on the stone floor in spite of the music and chatter from below, and remind myself this is what I want.
This is what I came for. That after years of being the one to dominate in the bedroom, I get to experience the other side...
I rap the knocker once—too hesitant. Twice—more determined.
The voice of a woman on the other side reaches me, clipped, authoritarian. ‘Come.’
Another breath and I push the door open, walk inside.
The walls of the room are much like the rest of the building: bare stone, raw, exposed. The earthy undertones adding to the primal energy that pumps through the heart of the club.
I scan the contraptions that line the walls, the shelves and hooks adorned with implements in all shapes and sizes. Some I can identify; some I can’t even begin to label let alone imagine their usage.
I catch my gaping reflection in one of the many two-way mirrors separating the room from the viewing gallery and snap my mouth shut. Is someone watching me right now? Willhebe there soon?
‘Close the door.’
I jolt, squinting into the shadows as I seek her out even though I sense I’m alone, the tinny quality to her voice telling me it’s being piped in.
Isshebeyond one of the many mirrors, witnessing my hesitation?
My cheeks flush all over again—a great start!
I straighten my spine, lift my chin and close the door with far more confidence than I feel.
‘Walk into the middle.’
The lighting changes, a soft spotlight illuminates a circle in the centre of the room and I walk towards it, stop when my feet are exactly central.
‘Good, Little Kitten.’
A spike of something bolts through me.Little Kitten?Is that what I am to be called? Nathan and I never went as far as names in our bedroom games...
‘You don’t like it?’
I open my mouth, close it again.
‘Well?’
‘It’s...it’s not...’ I suck in a breath for courage, let it leave with my verdict. ‘It’s unexpected.’
‘I have a feeling there’s much about tonight you will deem unexpected, Little Kitten, but from now on, when you speak, you will address me as Mistress. Is that understood?’
My body pulses with a frenetic kind of energy. I’ve never been spoken to like this. With Nathan I was the one with all the power, sexually; it was the one place I could take charge and I needed it. It gave our relationship balance in some twisted way.
But now he’s gone I don’t have that need. In fact, I’m craving the complete opposite.
I close my eyes, push him from my mind and the confusing spiral that was our life together. ‘Yes.’
