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“I do. You learn quickly. Good girl.”
“My fee is four thousand dollars.” She held her breath. She was so out of her element.
“Pricy for a woman with no experience, but Mistress Jade has never steered me wrong. Are you wearing what I requested?”
Skyler glanced down at the second red dress she’d purchased in a week. The slinky attire suited her body shape, but the anxiety was crushing. “Yes. I mean yes, Sir.” She stepped in front of the kitchen window, studying the pristine landscaping. If anyone in her neighborhood or her practice found out what she was doing, she’d be cast out. The thought made her smile. As if they stuck up conservatives didn’t have a closet full of nasty little secrets.
“You’ll learn soon enough. I’ll give you my address. I expect you to be on my doorstep in precisely thirty minutes. If you are one minute late, you’ll receive your first severe punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” The chilling words reminded her this was very real. She grabbed a pen and wrote down his address. She had no idea where he lived. He could be all the way across town. There might be no way she would be able to arrive on time.
“Thirty minutes and a new world begins.”
She held the phone out and gulped air. This was very real. She grabbed her coat, purse and keys and before she headed out for the night, she went into the downstairs bathroom, turning on the light. The woman gazing at her through protected glass was strong willed and adventurous, sexy without being a whore. She shimmied and the thong shifted into her already wet pussy. “You can do this.”
As she turned out the light, she realized the Dom she was going to see wasn’t her mystery man. The concept of meeting a complete stranger was alluring. As well as terrifying. However, if she was going to find any real information, she had to go through the exercises. She laughed instead of crying at the thought.
Twenty-eight minutes later Skyler pulled up in front of a dimly lit home in an older area of the fashionable West End. The homes were set back from the street. Several had brick columns aligning the driveway. Before cutting off the car she looked at the time. She had two minutes to walk up the driveway. Rattled, she fumbled to open the car door. She kept her hand on top of the cool metal as she rounded the backside, breathing out to calm her nerves.
With purposeful steps, she strode up the driveway and onto the stoop, immediately knocking on the door. From somewhere in the boughs of the house she heard movement. He was coming. Her senses were on over drive. This wasn’t the home of her mystery lover. He hadn’t spoken to her in any manner. Why had she hoped he would? In fact, she had a feeling this was no one’s home but a location used for scathing events. The concept made her smile through her nerves.
She took a step back and shoved her hands into her pockets. The doorknob turned and she almost ran away, terrified of even seeing the man who’d introduce her into the world of BDSM. When he opened the door, she was surprised. While she didn’t know what she’d expected, the kind eyes of the man standing in front of her caught her by surprise. She remembered her training and lowered her head.
He allowed his gaze to travel from her face to her feet and back before nodding. “You made it with seconds to spare. I suggest you plan better next time. Come in. Do not disappoint me. I am not a man who tolerates any level of disobedience. Am I clear, Skyler?”
“Yes, Sir.” She realized she didn’t even know his name, not that he’d give her a real one. Still, the familiarity of knowing his fake name would help calm her nerves.
He kept his hand on the small of her back as he guided her down a long hallway. “You’re as beautiful as the night before. I’m pleased.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The words sounded garbled. From various sections of the house, she could hear music, melodic strains of Spanish guitar. For a few seconds she was unable to feel her feet as she was led into a large and very open room. She studied the stone fireplace, mesmerized by the licking flames. While it was only late September, she was grateful for the heat.
“Remove your coat.” The command was simple.
She did as she was told, her fingers shaking as she untied the belt. She didn’t dare glance at him. There were certain rules she knew innately.
“You may place your things on the chair.”
Skyler heard the flick of a lighter and the sweet stink of cigar smoke wafted around her shoulders. He was close. He was watching. She stood with her arms at her side, breathing in and out.
“Turn around. Allow me to see all of you.”
Every step methodical, she turned to face him. She didn’t recognize him from the night before. He was a large man with well-toned muscles as if self-discipline was his first regimen. His eyes bore into hers.
“Hold out your arms.”
She lifted her arms, counting to ten as he walked in a complete circle around her.
“Yes. Very nice. Now remove your dress but keep your heels on.”
The directness she should have expected but she was suddenly terrified. When she hesitated, he touched his belt. She dropped her eyes, studying the thick strap. Tonight she’d be whipped. She held her breath as she eased first one strap then the other down her shoulders, shifting until gravity took the dress to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra given his request. After kicking the dress away, she covered her breasts.
“Never cover yourself. You are mine to do as I please. You’re going to learn what it means to serve me. Is that understood?” This time his voice boomed in the room.
“Yes, Sir.” Skyler slid her arms to her side, daring to give him a single glance.
He puffed on his cigar for a few seconds. “Drop to your knees and keep your arms at your side.”
She did as she was told, easing to the floor.
