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“Yes, Sir,” she said before closing the door.
Morgan waited until he heard the deadbolt click into place. Only then did he force himself to turn and walk away.
It was going to be a fucking long week.
Chapter Ten
Zoe did not hesitate on Friday evening. Instead, she hurried up the steps and through the front door of Club N2. She had just finished checking in when Morgan appeared through the doorway behind the front desk.
She smiled and slipped around the desk to be swept into Morgan’s arms and greeted with an enthusiastic kiss.
“What should I do with this?” she asked after he released her as she held up her bag, which contained her toiletry kit, several outfits that ranged from blue jeans and a t-shirt to a dressy dress, with ballet shoes to match, as well as her phone, tablet, and her wallet, keys, and other basics from her purse.
Morgan took the bag from her with a smile of approval. “We’ll put it, as well as your shoes and coat, in my office. Then I thought we could go out and walk around the dungeon before we have a scene.”
They had spent the last five days texting back and forth during the day as their schedules allowed. At night, when Zoe wasn’t busy with an emergency, they talked for hours, getting to know everything about one another. It made Zoe more certain that this was the Dominant she wanted teaching her about BDSM and being a masochist.
Morgan took her hand and led her back to his office. After putting her bag on his desk, he turned and in the blink of an eye, shifted from happy-to-see-her boyfriend to Master Morgan, the sadist.
“Take off your coat and let me see what you finally decided to wear tonight.” His words were gentle, but there was a definite thread of steel in his tone, which had her immediately stripping off her ankle-length coat.
Looking around, she moved to the closed hall door and hung it on the spare hook. Morgan’s black suit coat hung on the other hook.
“Come here, bunny, and let me look at you.”
Taking a deep breath, Zoe turned and slowly crossed the room to stand before her Master. Tonight, he wore a silver button-down shirt with his black slacks and shoes. Several buttons were open, showing a peek of chest hair, which had Zoe swallowing to keep herself from drooling at his sexy, dominant, all-male image.
She froze when his gaze left hers and trailed down her body. While they had discussed what she would wear tonight, actually putting on the deep-red, see-through chemise and matching G-string and leaving the house had been a major challenge.
Now standing before Morgan and watching heat fill his gaze as it ran up from her black stilettos to her eyes, she was glad she had forced herself to do it.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Absolutely enchanting. I’ll have a hard time keeping the other Dominants from trying to steal you away tonight.”
Since she wasn’t sure whether his comment deserved an answer, Zoe bit her bottom lip instead of responding.
“Shoes off, please,” he said as he turned to pick something up off his desk.
She slipped her shoes off and set them on one of the visitor chairs in front of his desk so they would be out of the way.
“We don’t have a formal agreement in place… yet, but I’d like you to wear this tonight. It will keep you safe and me sane.”
When he held up a narrow black-leather collar with a silver tag hanging from it, Zoe froze for a count of three before swallowing. “What does the tag say, Sir?” she whispered.
“Property of Master Morgan. Will you wear my collar tonight?”
Turning, Zoe lifted her hair away from her neck. “I’d be honored, Sir.”
A moment later, the cool leather laid against the base of her throat as he buckled it in place. Once it fit to his approval, Morgan laid his hands on her shoulders and massaged firmly for a moment before kissing the left side of her neck just under her earlobe.
“You’re too tense. Let’s go work that stress out of you,” he whispered as his hands continued massaging the knots across the top of her shoulders. “Then we’ll go home and spend the weekend fucking until neither of us can walk a straight line.”
Zoe could not help but giggle as she visualized his plan. “Yes, Sir.”
Though she was nervous, she was actually looking forward to whatever Master Morgan had planned for their evening. While she had spent the week dreaming up all kinds of scenarios, she had not taken into account that the dungeon would be full of other kinksters while they played.
But it was.
Halfway across the dungeon, she looked around and froze. When her hand pulled from his, Morgan turned back to check on her. Then he returned and stood so close that she could not see anyone but him.
