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Chapter 1
Rape fantasy.
Ilias took another sip of his beer, watching Tareq confront his assigned submissive, who’d, apparently, decided to leave the club rather than participate in the checklist activity.
A few moments ago, Lihn had asked their little group if they thought anyone was going to leave the club because of the “game.” Las Palmas was exclusive, expensive, and in many ways, extreme. Things happened here that wouldn’t be okay in public clubs or munches.
Things like the checklist game, where every member of the club had been assigned a partner, and a letter of the alphabet. They had a month to try out every toy, kink, and taboo that started with that letter.
Ilias had been assigned the letter R.
Rape fantasy.
He could deal with everything else, but rape fantasy was why he was currently drinking beer in the parking lot with four other tops. He hadn’t mentioned to the others, even Tareq who was his friend, both here in Las Palmas and in the vanilla world, what was on his list.
Tareq walked his partner—a lovely woman name Nomiki, whom Julen had scened with in the past—to her car. To Ilias’s surprise, she didn’t get into the car and drive away. Tareq guided Nomiki back to the front entrance of Las Palmas.
“Everything alright?” Ilias called out to his friend.
Tareq replied in English, rather than Darija, which Ilias had used. “I’m taking the pretty lady for a drink.”
Tareq knew how to be casual and friendly with his subs. Tareq could flip from teasing and chatting to commanding and dominating them, with utter ease. Ilias couldn’t do that. Once he was “Master Ben”—the name he used at the club—he required his partner’s full and complete submission.
Ilias leaned back against the car behind him and finished his beer. Tareq had said he was taking a pretty lady for a drink. Maybe that’s what Ilias should do—meet with his partner in the library, which served as the club’s social center, and had a bar. Given the list of items for the letter R, that might be the most prudent way to approach this.
But prudent and cautious wasn’t who he was, either as a man, or as a Dom.
Julen, Peter, and Lihn, who had all been assigned to the letter “S,” were talking quietly, planning. When they headed for the club’s front doors, Ilias followed them.
It was time to claim his sub.
The room was dark. Josslyn dropped to her knees on the square floor cushion that waited in a circle of light.
Outside the circle, the rest of the playroom was shadowed, but her partner, her top, was there somewhere. He’d spoken when she opened the door, saying “Please come in,” from somewhere in the darkness.
Dramatic lighting? Excellent.
Top with a deep, smooth voice? Perfect.
Josslyn stared down at her own knees, her hair falling forward to brush her cheeks. Hopefully the bowed head and hair hid the grin of excitement. She’d get it together and fix her expression in a minute, but right now she was just so freaking excited.
She’d spent the past couple hours in the Sub’s Garden jiggling her foot in antsy anticipation, hoping that she’d get a good letter. And even more than that, hoping she’d get someone depraved and kinky as a partner.
“Josslyn.” He made her name sound smooth and flowing instead of two hard syllables.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m Master Ben.”
Josslyn stared at her hands, resting on her knees, and flipped through her mental roster of Doms. Her memory said that Master Ben was late thirties, medium skin tone, dark hair and eyes, with thick dark eyebrows and an intense expression.
She nearly giggled with delight.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Master Ben.”
“And it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
With her expression under control, Josslyn looked up, searching the shadows. Movement caught her eye. He was sitting in a chair, maybe eight feet from where she knelt, and had just crossed one leg over the other.
