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Clay and I arrive at the club and check in at the front before going through the crowd toward the stairs leading to Eden’s room. I feel bad about lying, but I have to pretend that I’m here for the first time. So I follow behind him, keeping my hand linked in his as he guides me.
When we reach Eden’s door, he gently raps on the surface. A moment later, she opens it, and just like that, the three of us are together again—underverydifferent circumstances.
“Come in,” she says in greeting.
Clay walks in first, and I trail behind, keeping close to him. Unlike most other times I’ve come to the club, I actually dressed for tonight. I’m in a pair of tight black leggings and a black lace bralette. It’s nothing compared to what Eden normally wears, but I feel sexy and powerful in it, and that makes all the difference.
“Do you have the paperwork filled out?” she asks, turning toward us expectantly. Clay hands her the paper we worked on this afternoon. My mouth goes dry as her eyes scan the list. Then her gaze lifts slowly to our faces, no doubt noticing howDesiredis marked for a lot of sex acts she might not have expected.
“You filled this out together?” she asks.
“Yes,” he replies.
Looking contemplative, she takes the paper and walks across the room, placing it on the counter by the bar. With her back to us, she says, “Tonight is meant as a demonstration. You both realize that, right?”
So no sex. That’s what she’s saying, right?
“Yes,” we both reply at the same time.
When she turns back toward us, she’s wearing such an impersonal expression on her face I find it unsettling. It’s as if she doesn’t know us. Didn’t have lunch with us. As if we’re strangers.
Ihateit.
“Jade, sit in that chair. For tonight, you are the voyeur, but at times, I may ask you to participate. Are you comfortable with that?”
I nod, willing her to meet my gaze one time so I know it’s stillus.
“Then sit.”
When she doesn’t look at me, I walk toward the chair and take my place, a feeling of anxiety creeping its way up my spine.
Then she looks at Clay. Reallylooksat him, and I’m assaulted by jealousy.
“You remember the safe words?”
“Yes, Madame,” he replies confidently. His expression is unreadable, but I do notice a tic in his jaw, and judging by how quiet he’s been, he’s nervous.
“Tell me.”
“Green means go. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop.”
“Very good,” she replies, taking a step back. “And you want to please me tonight, don’t you?”
My mouth goes dry when I hear the change in her tone. It’s dry and authoritative but also sexy and gentle.
“Yes, Madame,” he replies.
“Then you know what to do,” she says with confidence.
The air in the room changes. Suddenly, it’s like I no longer exist. Clay immediately starts undressing, slipping each button through the hole of his long-sleeve shirt. Once it’s off, he folds it messily and drops it on the velvet stool by the door. I watch as he slides down his pants and kicks off each shoe.
There’s something captivating about watching him undress for her, knowing that he’s done this probably a hundred times before. The familiarity between them now is obvious, even being clear across the room from each other. They’ve done this dance before.
Looking back at Eden, I notice she’s slipped off her black silk robe and is now wearing a black harness-style outfit, crisscrossed at her chest, and exposing her cleavage. The bottom half of the lingerie is just a thong with a garter that clips to thigh-high stockings.
It’s so different from the woman we had lunch with in her casual T-shirt, joggers, and baseball cap. That was Eden—this is Madame Kink.
My mouth falls open, and I gape at her like a fish.
