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She rose to her full height and stubbed out her cigarette. “Club Noir is incredibly special to me. I learned a long time ago that men of wealth require a secure location where they can embrace their true calling.”
“Domination. Pain. Sadistic proclivities.”
“Hmmm… Yes, but even more. The power they seek, the almost damning hunger they yearn for isn’t something they can share with their wives or girlfriends. They’ve hidden behind a persona for the majority of their lives, perfecting the solid citizen mask. You must understand. They have much to lose.”
Destiny held her tongue. There was a distinct message in the words being stated. She looked away, fearful the woman could see right through her.
“This isn’t prostitution. That I assure you, however as you’ve figured out, there are very special needs many of my clients have and they pay handsomely for a very special event. Do you understand?”
“Not in the least. Why don’t you cut to the chase, or should I venture a guess?”
Mistress Jade raised a single eyebrow. “By all means. What do you think I’m proposing?”
“I would assume certain clients desire something more progressive than you offer in your state rooms here in the house. I believe these clients pay exorbitant amounts of money to have what they need.”
“And that is?”
“Total submission without anything held back.” While Destiny was grasping at straws, she could tell by the single flash of Mistress Jade’s eyes that she was on the right track. “A submissive for hire?”
A full minute passed by. “Very astute of you and you are correct. Some men, and a few of my female clients pay up to ten thousand dollars for a four-hour session. Everything is very controlled, and they must follow my rules, as any other patron does in my house, but they’re able to have time in a private setting of their choice.”
“Fascinating. What does that have to do with me?”
Mistress Jade walked closer. “My dear Skyler, I’ve asked you here because you’ve been requested by one of my best customers. I believe he will pay any asking price for an evening with you.”
Destiny’s mouth was dry. I will have you. I will take what I need. You belong to me. The whispers seemed to be all around her. His cologne lingered, the way his breath felt on her skin. She licked her lips as a slice of fear crept into her system. She was surprised when excitement churned in her gut. “Why?”
“I don’t ask reasons and in truth, I don’t want to know. I merely try and obtain what they request. This is a business arrangement. What goes on behind closed doors is up to the Dom and the submissive hired to perform.”
“Perform. You make this sound like child’s play.”
“I assure you what occurs in the BDSM world is anything but, and I have no doubt you’ve done your research. Many women long for a firm hand, a hard spanking or flogging and even more severe methods of pain delivered by a powerful man. I believe you are one of those women.”
Destiny looked away, another chill settling in.
I want you…
She closed her eyes and his face remained. The man in the room was no doubt one in the same. Why had she dreamt about him for months? Could he possibly be the killer? Her bizarre fantasies had to have a purpose. Maybe she was here to save the next girl from torture and slaughter.
“Yes, I can tell I’m right. You’re not one of my regular girls, therefore I couldn’t present him what he desired tonight.”
“Who is he?”
“As you can imagine, providing anonymity is of the utmost importance. You will never know his real name as he won’t yours, at least not by my hand. Are you curious?” Mistress Jade’s voice purred.
Destiny shifted, walking toward one of the pieces of art. The floor to ceiling painting was demur in color, but the outward slice of the BDSM was intoxicating. Suddenly Mistress Jade stood directly behind her.
“This is a painting from a photograph of one of my best girls. Do you see the expression of utter joy on her face?”
What she noticed was the crisscrossing marks covering the brunette’s breasts and stomach. She glanced away for a second, catching her breath, but the picture drew her, grasping at her inner desires. There was a sublime look of ecstasy on the girl’s face. Her nipples were hard and her back arched, waiting for the next strike. “Yes.”
“You’ve imagined yourself in this very situation more than once. Haven’t you?” Mistress Jade touched Destiny’s shoulder.
Beat me. Use me. Fuck me. I am yours. A single moan slipped past her lips. “I…”
“You’re safe here. You can tell me anything and the conversation will remain highly confidential. I’m certain you understand what I mean. Don’t you?”
Destiny swallowed and placed her hand over her mouth. A portion of her mask had been peeled away. She lowered her arm and glanced at the second picture. This time the Dom was highlighted. He had a whip in his hand. The intense painting screamed of power. “I don’t know why I feel this way or what I want.”
