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Chapter1
Orgy?Maybe they were going to have an orgy.Nomi fidgeted, rising up so that she wasn’t sitting back on her heels.Kneeling like that caused her lower legs to tingle after only a few minutes, and if they were going to have an orgy she’d need feeling in her limbs.Every member of the club—Doms, Masters, Owners, subs, slaves, and every flavor in between—was in attendance at this quasi-mandatory meeting.So far there had been no instructions given, but when the other subs had started kneeling in the center of the room, Nomi had followed suit.
If she’d known how long she had to wait, Nomi would have headed up to the loft space and grabbed a seat.Shifting position helped.“Kneeling up” like this meant her lower legs weren’t losing feeling, but the concrete floor of the converted barn they called the Conclave was hard on her knees.
Nomi was debating standing up when Master Morton walked past her.He was casually strolling among the subs and as he passed her, his hand brushed her hair.
Nomi let out a soft sigh, feeling much more submissive now than she had thirty seconds ago.Rather than standing and going upstairs, she switched to sitting cross-legged.
Behind her, the door opened, and she wondered who the latecomers were.The sound of footsteps—two heavy, one clicking heels—told her this wasn’t a latecomer.
The overseers were here.Finally.
Nomi lowered her chin, but watched the overseers through her lashes.Masters Mikel and Leo, plus Mistress Faith, were the club’s fearless leaders.Nomi had to forcibly stop herself from trying to guess who and what these three were outside of the walls of the club.Or trying to answer the question of what would make someone decide to create a place like Las Palmas.
“Subs, focus on us.”
At that there was a ripple of movement among the subs, slaves, and pets, most raising their previously-bowed heads.Master Leo wore a half-mask, as did Mistress Faith.Interesting.They didn’t always wear them.
Nomi refocused on what they were saying when Master Leo spoke.“We’ve become complacent.”
That didn’t sound good.Were they closing Las Palmas Oscuras, because owning and running LA’s most exclusive BDSM club no longer met whatever need it was filling for them?
“Each of us has found pleasure and pain, often both, within these walls,” Master Leo finished.
Now Master Mikel—unmasked—took over.“And yet, we do not push ourselves.Comfort and safety is for the mortals out there.We are gods, gods who are growing lazy and stupid in our complacency.”
Nomi’s fingers twitched with the urge to start taking notes.There was a second ripple of moment, but this time it wasn’t the bottoms, it was the Doms and Masters who shifted, some rising to their feet, others leaning forward, their attention predatory-like as they looked at the overseers.
“If you want to play the same games, if you want the safety of the known, then we invite you to leave.The contract you signed when you joined will remain in effect.Any discussion of who we are or what we do will be met with swift, harsh retribution.”
Whoa.That statement was followed by a heavy silence as everyone processed.They weren’t closing the club, they were…what?
Master Mikel went to the door of the tack room.The Conclave really had been a barn at one point.Prior to becoming Las Palmas Oscuras, this property high in the Malibu hills had been a high-end equestrian facility.The Conclave had been a barn, or maybe a stable.Nomi wasn’t all that clear on the difference.Either way, when it was retrofitted to meet the needs of a sex club, they’d kept most of the structure in place, meaning one long wall of the building was lined with horse stalls, while on the other side there was some open space and a tack room.
Mikel emerged from the tack room wheeling a large board.It looked like one of those mobile white boards found in conference rooms, except it was draped in black cloth.
After positioning it near the front of the large space, Master Mikel paused dramatically, then said, “My friends and companions in debauchery, prepare yourself.”Then he yanked off the cloth with a theatrical whoosh, revealing…
The alphabet.Shimmering silver letters tacked in four near rows.
Nomi grinned and a laugh bubbled up.She held back, waiting for everyone else to start laughing.
No one did.Good thing she’d checked that initial urge.No one so much as chuckled.
Oh, they were taking this seriously.
She raised her hand to her lips, hiding the smile while darting a quick look around to check if anyone else was smiling, or had noticed her reaction.
Her gaze met that of a tall, dark-haired man with medium brown skin.He wasn’t exactly smiling, but it hovered on the edges of his lips.He raised his brows while holding her gaze.
Are you laughing?his expression asked.
Nomi tipped her head to the side, raising just one eyebrow.Yes, aren’t you?
His expression shifted, becoming not hard…but focused.Earlier she’d thought of the Doms as predators, and right now the dark-haired man was definitely a predator.The way his attention narrowed on her made her feel like a small fuzzy creature that had just caught the attention of a cat.
