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Chapter One
“Stop worrying, Rory, I’ll be fine. Go play; the desk is in good hands,” Zoe Love assured the tall, thin man who looked like he was past due for a session in the dungeon to help him relax.
Rory looked around the currently empty lobby of Club N2, the city’s premier BDSM club and sighed. Except for Griffin, the security guard sitting at the front door reading on his phone, the lobby was empty.
“All right, I’ll go. Just remember, if there’s a problem, yell for Griffin, or push the yellow button under the desk.”
Zoe smiled. “It’s not my first night behind the desk, Rory. I’m sure I can handle anything that comes up. Go before you earn yourself extra strokes for making Master Roberto wait.”
They both glanced toward the double doors that led to the dungeon. Master Roberto had disappeared behind them just moments before, and they both knew he would be waiting just inside the doors for Rory to join him.
“Shit, yeah, you’re right. I’ll be back in an hour or so. If I can walk,” Rory called over his shoulder as he hurried across the lobby and pushed his way through the double doors.
Zoe sighed as the doors swung closed behind him. She was finally alone and could take a moment to catch her breath. It had been busy since she had arrived almost two hours before. It had taken them both to check everyone in and deal with new members during the first hour after the club opened for the evening. From her previous experience working the desk, it would be quiet for at least another hour. That’s when the late crowd would start trickling in.
For now, she was alone and could take the time to come up with a new excuse for not playing in the dungeon after she finished her shift. She had been coming to the club at least two nights a week for almost two months but had yet to play with anyone. Watching others play, she had learned a lot but still was not sure how to define herself by the club’s standards.
Too close to her thirty-fifth birthday and feeling her age, Zoe knew she was straight. And submissive.
Beyond that, she did not know what she wanted out of a BDSM relationship, except for someone else to take over.
She knew she wasn’t a Little. She also would not be comfortable wearing a leash while crawling around on the floor on her hands and knees. She was not sure about bondage, though the thought of being tied up and forced to remain still for long periods of time made her skin itch. Watching the scenes where the submissives were restrained and spanked using a variety of implements held the most interest for her, but the club members she knew were sadists scared the shit out of her.
And so, even after two months, she continued watching and learning, but not participating.
Maybe joining Club N2 a month after her divorce was finalized had been a mistake, but she didn’t know what else to do. Her ten-year marriage had been as bland as a vat of vanilla ice cream, and she swore if she had stayed much longer, she would have died from boredom.
While she had been interested in trying new things in the bedroom, her husband had declared anything beyond missionary-style sex once a week was a sacrilege. If he had known the types of super-steamy romantic stories she read on her phone, he would have had a heart attack. Or had her committed to the state mental institute for being sex crazed.
But that was her past. Her future was here, volunteering to work the front desk twice a week to earn a discounted membership to Club N2. She hoped to figure out who she was and what she wanted out of her membership sooner rather than later. All she knew right now was that going back to a vanilla relationship was not in her future.
She just wished she weren’t so scared of dipping more than her toes into the kinky pool. Watching others have fun had been educational, but it was time to jump in and experience something for herself. Too bad none of the dominant members she had met had given her the melty feeling in her stomach that she felt when she read her books.
Griffin approaching the desk had her swiping her finger across the screen so he wouldn’t see what she was reading.
“I’m going to do a quick walk through. Shouldn’t be gone more than ten or fifteen minutes,” Griffin said. “If you need me, just press the yellow button.”
Zoe smiled and said, “I’ll be fine, but if I need you, I’ll press the yellow button.”
“Good girl,” Griffin said before echoing Rory’s departure and disappearing through the double doors into the dungeon.
Zoe returned her attention to her phone and continued to read the latest book from one of her favorite authors. When the front door swung open with a squeak, she jumped and dropped her phone to the desk.
Looking at the door, she watched a man step into the lobby. As she looked him up and down, her stomach clenched and then melted. Oh, holy shit.
He was a newcomer to the club, or at least he had never been here on the nights she had. She would remember if she had ever seen him before. He was a dark, leather-clad angel, the kind she’d daydreamed about during her marriage. The kind she had wished for since her divorce.
This was the Dom of her dreams.
He was tall, built, and beautiful, though she would never tell him that for fear he would take offense. His jet-black hair was flecked with silver at the temples and combed back from his face, it was long overdue for a haircut. His beard, which was also flecked with silver strands, was long and almost out of control.
The black leather vest he wore highlighted his muscled chest and rippling abs. His black cargo pants and black motorcycle boots made him appear to be the epitome of a Club N2 Dominant.
He crossed the lobby with a glance in her direction. Once he passed the desk without stopping, she cleared her throat and then called to him. “Excuse me. You need to check in, sir.”
He stopped and slowly turned to face her. His mossy green eyes met hers and narrowed slightly. “Excuse me?” he said in a deep, dark voice.
A shiver shot through Zoe, though she worked hard to conceal it. She was in charge of the front desk, and it was up to her to see that he followed the rules just like everyone else.
