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She pulled over to the curb, checking the address. She was close, maybe too close. When she found the street then the placard on the massive stone pillar, she stopped and allowed her engine to idle. “Go home. Just go home.”
But you don’t want to. You are exactly where you need to be.
This time, she knew he was right. She yanked her purse off the seat after turning off the engine. She sat for a few minutes, gathering her thoughts as well as perfecting her persona for the night. “Name,” she muttered under her breath. She wasn’t going to use her real name. In her mind she went through several names. Fiona. Camden. Iris. “Skyler.” Nodding, she inched out of the car, attempting to become a different woman. Skyler was a demure yet passionate woman who loathed her day job, managing a staff of over one hundred. She needed a significant change in her life, a man who knew her inner being.
Destiny retied her belt and pulled her purse close to her chest. Her legs were shaking as she locked the door, slipping the key fob into her clutch. Swallowing, she gazed at the impressive, well-lit mansion, a massive brick building surrounded by trees and other foliage. The house was set far enough off the street that few could hear the noises inside.
Shuddering, she envisioned orgies and punishment being doled out in every corner. A short laugh was followed by a deep exhale. Her imagination was vivid tonight. Throwing her head back, she walked with purpose toward the front door. No one was going to know she was terrified.
The sconces adorning both sides of the double door were blinding. She hesitated and glanced over her shoulder, registering import cars. Whoever was inside not only had money, but no doubt good taste. This was no cheap establishment or business venture. She rapped on the door and stepped back. Lilting music could be heard, enigmatic sounds of Spanish guitar, her favorite.
After a few seconds she almost walked away. Then the door was opened. For several reasons she anticipated a brawny man or two, hired help to keep the riffraff away. To her surprise, the woman answering her knock was well dressed, older and held an immediate air of self-confidence.
“And you are?” the woman asked as she gazed down the length of Destiny.
“Skyler. My name is Skyler.” Destiny resisted flinching. She remained unsettled but an excited anticipation was building.
“Of course, you are. Why are you here, Skyler?” The woman smiled, her eyes twinkling.
“I was… I was invited.” She kept her eyes locked on the beautiful woman as she opened her purse, tugging the card from the bottom. “I was told this was where I needed to be.”
Accepting the offering, the woman didn’t bother to look. “Then if you have this card, you come highly recommended. Come inside. I’m Mistress Jade.”
The door was opened, and Destiny smiled before walking inside. The hallway was long but well lit. The scent of cinnamon and another exotic substance wafted across her nose. The sounds of laughter, as well as the same music was comforting.
“Do you know anything about Club Noir?” Mistress Jade purred. She placed her hand on the small of Destiny’s back, guiding her further inside.
“I only know what I was told.”
“And that is?”
“That this is a place of domination and submission, where women can find all the answers they seek.”
Mistress Jade inched in front, stopped and turned to face her. Leaning closer, she eased a stray strand of hair from Destiny’s cheek. “You’re half right. Very good. This means that you understand. I’m already pleased by your intelligence and direct responses. Perhaps later we can talk, after you’ve engaged with a few of our guests.”
Destiny shivered yet kept her smile. The words weren’t threatening but there was an edge to the meaning, darkness wrapped in a pretty pink bow. “Engaged?”
Winking, she held out her arm. “Yes. Go inside. Enjoy chatting, discussing politics or the woes of social media. Have a glass of wine. I’ll be watching. If I like what I see, I’ll ask you to join me in my office. If you don’t hear from me, never come back to this establishment again. Are we clear?”
“Very.”
“Excellent.” She gave an additional nudge. “Allow me to take your coat.” She unknotted Destiny’s cloak, her eyes never leaving Destiny’s. She moved in a half circle and dropped both sides of the sash. “I assure you no one will touch you without your permission. I have strict rules of engagement.”
Strict rules. Destiny’s ultimate desire.
Long fingers brushed across the base of Destiny’s neck as the Mistress eased the cloak from Destiny’s shoulders.
“You have a beautiful body and excellent posture. There are many who will find you desirable.”
Chills rushed down the length of her body. She wasn’t attracted to women, but the Mistress was enticing in a forbidden way, an invitation to visit Pandora’s Box.
Mistress Jade slid the tips of her fingers down one arm and up the next. “A long neck. A stunning smile. You’re as alluring as you are intelligent.”
The strapless dress was suddenly far too revealing. Her nipples hardened as she tried to remain unfettered. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Mistress. Never forget whom you are talking to. While you’re in my domicile, you belong to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Heat rushed to Destiny’s cheeks.
