Hot Date With The Boss (BBW Contemporary Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

Chapter 5

On Monday morning, Taylor was a mess. She had not slept very well and she kept on wondering if she should just skip town and forget everything that had happened. She wanted nothing more than to just have a normal day in the office but with what had gone down with Zachary at The Hamptons, she was not sure she could. She could hear her heart pounding as she pulled up in front of the office building.

“Here we go,” she said to herself as she walked into the building. She ran her fingers through her wavy hair as she rode in the elevator wondering if she had gone overboard with her outfit: a soft white sleeveless blouse she had tucked into her navy blue pencil skirt and a pair of shiny black stilettos.

“Oh damn it,”
she thought when she saw Zachary already in his office.
“It is only eight.”

She placed her purse on her desk slowly and wondered if she should go into his office. She wanted to straighten things out. She wanted to lay all the cards on the table but she just didn’t know how to do that. She was still having a battle of wits when Zachary looked up and saw her.

“Miss Sullivan,” he said with a smile. “Would you come in here, please?” he called. She took a long, deep breath and slowly walked into his office.

“Good morning, Mr. Cohen,” she said in a soft voice.

“Good morning,” he said as he looked up at her. “Sleep well?” he asked and she nodded.

“Very well, thank you,” she said in a soft voice.

“Good. I have…” he started to say before she suddenly blurted out what was on her mind.

“We need to talk.”

Zachary looked up at her.

“All right,” he said as he leaned back in his chair. “What about?” he asked.

“What about? The Hamptons, that’s what,” she said trying hard not to raise her voice.

“What is there to talk about? I wanted the beautiful woman I took to The Hamptons and she wanted me,” he said as if that was the most normal thing in the world. She opened her mouth to speak but she just couldn’t think of anything she could say that didn’t make her sound like a complete moron.

“I need to know whether I still have my job or not,” she suddenly said. “Don’t sugarcoat anything. Just tell me if I have the job or not.”

Zachary shook his head and forced out a laugh.

“What? Why do you keep asking if I am going to fire you?” he asked.

“Because you took me to another state on my first day at my job. Because you had my cum all over your fingers on my first day of work.” She took a step forward. “Because I know that I am your third secretary this year.”

Zachary pushed his chair back and stood up before he walked up to where she was.

“I know that you had the other women reassigned to avoid the legal paperwork,” she said in a soft voice.

“Where are you getting your facts from?” he asked taking a step closer, and she in turn took a step back.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said in a whisper. He took another step forward and slipped an arm around her waist before she could take another step back.

“Those women…” he took a long, deep breath. “Luxemburg Building penthouse,” he said as he looked at her. “Meet me there in ten,” he added before he took a step back.

“Why?” she asked turning around to look at him.

“Fine, we will talk here,” he said as he walked to the door and closed it before he drew the blinds. He then walked back to where she was and looked at her. “Those women were hired because the HR manager interviewing them at the time was more interested in their bra size than what they could actually do and I made my move on you because for the first time, I chose my own secretary.”

“You chose me?” she asked and he nodded.

“Yes, I asked to see the applicants’ files and I settled on you,” he said. “And the trip to The Hamptons was purely professional but the kiss and everything else was all me.
I
wanted it to happen.” He looked at her and pulled her closer to himself. “I wanted you, Taylor, as much as you wanted me.” He was whispering by now. She gasped when she felt his hands slowly going down her back to cup her ass. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask,” he said as he got one hand under her hair to hold her neck. He lowered her head and kissed her softly. “Do you want me to stop, Taylor?” he asked in a low voice.

She could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he gently brought his hand up to hold the side of her face.

“Tell me,” he said again as he brought his head lower and lower to kiss her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips ready to feel his own. She was breathing slowly as he kissed her softly. He was gently pushing her back as he pressed his lips into hers. She was moaning into his mouth as his hands ran all over her body.

“We can’t do this here,” she said in a soft voice when she pulled away.

“Why not?” he asked as he began undoing the buttons on her blouse. “It’s not like I am going to get into any trouble with the boss,” he added. A smile played on his lips as he looked into her eyes. “I want you Taylor Sullivan and I am going to have you right here,” he whispered as he leaned in to brush her lips with his. “Right now.” He was now undoing the last button of her blouse. She looked at him as he gently pushed it off her shoulders. She slowly began loosening his tie and she had barely pulled it away when he suddenly pulled down the zipper on her skirt and pushed it down her hips. He was looking right into her eyes as the skirt gathered around her feet. He pushed her down his couch and kissed her neck slowly working his way down to her tummy. She was breathing hard as he pulled down her panties exposing her shaven mound to him. He gently caressed her thighs as he knelt in front of her before he lowered his head and began kissing her knee, slowly working his way up her thigh and finally to her hot core. She leaned back on the couch as she felt his tongue running up and down her slit, making her wetter than she already was. She held his head against her pussy as he licked her out. Her breath had been reduced to slow gasping breaths as he went on. He would thrust his tongue deep into her tasting her salty depths. She wanted to explode when he pressed his finger on her already distended clit as he licked and thrust into her. She was squirming on the couch as he ate her out. She knew that she was close, so close that even she couldn’t hold back if her life depended on it. He pulled away from her and looked up.

“Don’t hold back on me,” he said in a whisper. “I want to taste you.” He went back hard, kissing, licking and sucking. She let out a low moan as she emptied herself into his mouth. What she didn’t see was that he had unbuckled his belt and was pushing his down his pants, releasing his cock. He pulled away from her pussy and got on his feet. She pulled herself up and looked at him as he laid his weight on her. He kissed her softly and she could taste herself on his tongue and lips as she felt him lingering at her opening. She wanted to pull away and beg for him to go slow but she never had a chance to. He had already pushed himself into her. She gasped and tightened her grip around him as he pulled out and then pushed into her again. He was stretching her out, filling her every fold.

“Baby, you are so tight,” he moaned as he began moving in and out of her.

Taylor was surprised she could take his whole length in since he was one of those thick and long men. She was shuddering as he pulled back and pushed back into her. It was almost too much for her. She clawed at his back as he began working his way into her. He was fucking her in long slow strokes, each time going deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he went on fucking her, claiming her pussy over and over. She held a fistful of his hair as he rest his head on her shoulder. She moaned when she suddenly felt him pull away from her pussy. She looked at him as he pulled back, forcing her to unwrap her legs from him. He then got on his feet and took her in his arms before he walked her to one wall. He pinned her against it and entered her again. This time, she didn’t have a choice. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting into her. She nibbled on his earlobe and moaned softly as he thrust into her harder and deeper. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her second orgasm and he knew it too because she was tightening up on his cock.

“Slow down,” she begged as he fucked her even harder. “I’m so close. Please slow down.”

“I’m close too,” Zachary said in a gruff voice. He had now become like a battering ram trying to take down a wall. His pelvis was slamming hard against hers so fast that he was literally knocking the air out of her mouth. She suddenly tightened her grip around his waist as she felt herself exploding. And it was all the encouragement he needed to let loose. She shuddered against him as she felt him coming apart inside her.

“You are mine, Taylor,” he said in a whisper. “You are all mine.” Her only response was to kiss the side of his face.

“Why am I so weak around this man?”
She wondered as he carried her to the couch. He kissed her forehead when he gently laid her down. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Tonight. Luxemburg Building,” he said with a smile and she nodded.

“I’ll be there,” she said in a whisper.

THE END

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Dr. Glen Marrone stood and stared at the destruction he’d wrought. He’d sped toward the front doors at the screech of brakes, just like any other doctor would have. A fender bender, nobody was hurt, but he’d had to check. Melissa had gone outside with her phone, ready to call 911. He’d heard something falling from the front desk, but he hadn’t had the time to see what he’d done.

“Shit!” Melissa’s purse had fallen open, discharging all its contents. Pens, her wallet and...what was this?

He picked up a book, staring at the cover. A woman in chains, a lurid title. “Bound for Pleasure.” Interesting! He had no idea she was into this.

Glenn stroked the cover the book, wondering what he should do about this new development. He had no idea Melissa was so interested in this sort of thing, or what kind of interest it was. Was it mere curiosity over the new and trendy thing in literature, movies, and, in some cases, real life?

She could join the club then. BDSM. Melissa, his mild-mannered nurse, had seemed rather virginal. He wouldn’t have expected her like these books, even if they were all the rage these days. Not that many people understood BDSM, real lifestyle or scene BDSM rather than what some authors wrote. It was something that Glenn and his friends the club laughed about sometimes. When they weren’t cringing about that stupid movie or worrying that innocent people might get caught in situations they had no knowledge to overcome.

Above and beyond all that, he needed to think about what to do about this. Glenn found Melissa very attractive, but he didn’t think they had much in common outside the office. She was younger than him, by about 10 years, and while she got along with everybody in the office, there was a certain quietness, and a certain distance between them that seemed to go beyond professional courtesy.

She was also a girl with curves to spare. It's not that he didn’t like curvy girls, but he’d never actually been with one. Outside of doing scenes at the club with one of the curvier regulars, and while those had been good, he had never wanted to date anybody he done a scene with. This might just change, with Melissa in the picture. Provided of course, that this wasn’t just a passing fancy on her part.

He watched Melissa come back in, gave her a little nod and a smile. “You did well out there,” he told her. She’d rushed out seconds after the screech of tires, phone in hand, and he’d joined her a minute later. If there had been any actual injuries, her speed might have helped to save the day. As it was, her consoling manner had set the nervous people to calmer.

Melissa looked from him to the spilled purse, and her face reddened, first getting a little bright around the ears and then going right down to her cheeks in a natural blush that no makeup could possibly compare to.

“How do things look out there,” he asked trying to distract her. “Are they calm and settled? Any idea why they hit the pole?”

“I think that everybody’s going to be okay,” she said trying to gather up all her things.

He gave her a little smile as he realized she’d picked up a personal hygiene container, he hadn’t seen one of those for a while. Sure, he knew that women carried them in purses but hadn’t expected to see one at work. And that wasn’t even likely to be the thing that caused her the most embarrassment.

Melissa’s her eyes tracked to the book, the very same book he held in his hands. She made a grab for but he pulled away shaking his head with little smile.

“That’s mine,” she exclaimed and he could tell that she was both nervous and embarrassed.

“Yeah, I know. But I was very curious about it. I thought you would read one of the Shades books.” Glenn arched a brow, giving her a little wink. “You realize that those books have no basis in reality.” He wasn’t commenting on the one he held; he had no basis to compare that one yet.

“I really have no idea,” Melissa said. Her face was bright red. He’d never seen her so uncomfortable before, though it was a cute human moment for his very quiet nurse. Glenn wanted to relax her, to put her at ease.

“Melissa, it’s okay. There are many people into this lifestyle, and if you’re one of them, I’m never gonna judge you.” She arched a brow at that, and it was clear that she didn’t quite know where to go with what he was saying to her. He handed her the book, resting a hand on her shoulder before he pulled away.

“Melissa, if you really want to learn about that lifestyle, we’ll talk.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at him, assessing him. “Exactly what you mean?” she asked. “Are you coming on to me, Doctor?” Her eyes flashed fire for a moment, he saw the spunk inside her. Oh, this was good. This was very,
very
good.

“No, Melissa,” he said softly, causing her to lean in. “I’m not coming on to you. This is not a sexual harassment issue.” He regarded her steadily for a few minutes, waiting for her to speak. When she didn’t, he found that he was very impressed with how much composure she had in this situation.

“Melissa, it may come as a surprise to you, but this is my lifestyle. I don’t like the popularity that that book is brought to my life, and to my friends. There are things that are very, very wrong about it, and people are getting hurt. At first it seemed as if it was a bit of a passing fancy, something for people to dip their feet into before going elsewhere. But now, now there are innocent people doing things that they have no business doing and getting hurt in the process.”

Melissa watched him, her expression was inscrutable. Finally, she spoke, “I just read the books, Doctor,” she said meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, before looking down. “This isn’t my lifestyle. This isn’t my life.” She emphasized the “my” and he gave her a little smile. She had no idea that she was broadcasting her interest, regardless of what she said.

“Melissa, I’m a student body language. Whatever you say, your actions are speaking louder than words. If, and I repeat if, you’re interested in exploring this, together or alone, I can help you get through it.” He leaned in, brushing her hair off her shoulder and gave a little smile. “I’ve been there before, Melissa,” he whispered. “I know what it is like to train somebody. If you want to be trained, or if you just want to explore the lifestyle, I’m your man. It will never interfere with our working life. You think about it, and you tell me if you’re interested. If not, I won’t say another word to you.”

Melissa couldn’t quite believe what was happening. First, there was the car accident, thankfully only a fender bender. The people inside, an elderly couple, had been a little shaken up, but they had not wanted her to call EMS. Then, she’d returned to the office to find her purse was open, disengaging all of her personal items onto the floor. It hadn’t been bad enough that her feminine products had been lying out there for anyone to say, but that book, her current favorite book, had fallen out, too. Dr. Glenn had held it in his hands stroking the cover, an unconscious gesture. She had a feeling that he had no idea he was broadcasting his own body language cues, and expressing his interest to her, whether he intended to or not. Not that she had ever considered that he was a student of BDSM. But now that she knew, she was driven crazy with thoughts of him wielding a whip, handcuffing some beautiful young woman, exerting his will over strangers. Dammit, she wanted that to be her.

Melissa stuffed her book, and her other things, back into her purse trying not to blush, resisting the urge to fan herself, but only barely. She’d work for Dr. Glenn for a long time now, six years, and change. In that time, the entire office staff and turned over several times. They were the only two who had stayed. And they formed an interesting bond, not quite friendship. Not quite boss and employee. It was somewhere in between, a gray area of professional respect and personal lines drawn for the betterment of their working bond.

And as such, she was never quite sure how to approach the doctor. Sometimes they were friends, and he would dispense advice about boys, men really, and other times there was a distance between them. Like when Rose, his former girlfriend, had left the country. Dr. Glenn had been very quiet that, and Melissa had known how to get him out of his shell. Since they were the only consistent employees in the office, she felt a responsibility to keep the office running smoothly, even though that wasn’t her job. They had a very capable office manager, who was at lunch right now, thank God. Cathy would have been all over this if she’d seen what was happening. Heck, she probably would have live blogged it to her friends.

The office was rounded out by a very part time receptionist and a medical biller, both young and just out of college. They wouldn’t stay, Melissa knew that.

Most of their employees were here for a short time, either starting anew after divorce, or a change in life, or they were college kids, looking for something bigger and better than $15 an hour. It was a darn shame. Dr. Glenn was both generous, and compassionate. He wasn’t only known for his bedside manner, but he was known for being a generous individual in their city. Every charity event opportunity that came past their doors, every invitation, he did something, no matter how small. She could respect that he seemed plugged in and invested in their community. So many others wrote checks and were done with it, but Doctor Glenn actually went out and physically assisted the charities.

“Melissa, are you okay? Are you thinking about what I had to say?” Dr. Glenn looked at the doors. Melissa realized that Cathy would be back soon.

Melissa looked up at Doctor Glenn. How could she possibly answer his question? “Oh yes, I’m thinking about it. I’m thinking about all the ways it would be a bad idea.” She clapped a hand over her mouth, wishing she could pull her snarky response right back in, but it was too late.

“But you’re thinking about it aren’t you,” Glenn said with a little smile. She couldn’t think of him as Doctor Glenn right now; that would be too confusing, and yes, way too arousing.

“So now that I know your secret, Melissa, what are we gonna do about it?” H had a little smirk on his face. A part of her wanted to wipe that self-confidence right off his face, and the other part of her liked the sight of it, his arrogance, and his surety that things would work out for him in the end. It was as if they had a little secret against the world.

Melissa cocked a hip and gave him a little wink, pulling forth all the sex goddess that she had buried deep inside her. Deep, deep inside her, maybe like 40 pounds ago. “So, Doc, are you really serious about this? Is it going to impact my job security?” She asked him.

“Whatever we do outside this office, will never come into this office,” Glenn said intensely, his eyes flashing. “Your job will never be at issue, Melissa. I promise you that. I
vow
that.” His intensity was getting to her, turning her on in a way that she could not have imagined before today.

He was the good-looking older brother type, not the sort of guy that she could ever attain with her average looks and extra pounds. Or even hope to have, so she had chosen not to be attracted, too. And that denial, that self-delusion, was rearing up and biting her on the ass.

“What do you have in mind?” She gave him a deep, penetrating look. She couldn’t do intensity like he could, but she could give back a little bit.

“Well, I have just the idea, I…”

Melissa turned, looking at the door, knowing that they were about to get invaded. And wasn’t that horrible term, invaded. It was just their office manager, who was doing both her own duties and that of their receptionist today.

“Cathy!” Doctor Glenn said, falsely enthusiastic. “How was lunch?”

“Just...fine?” Cathy’s voice lifted, as if in a question. While Glenn was friendly to the staff, this level of enthusiasm seemed as false as it was.

“Good. Good. We had some excitement here.”

While he filled Cathy in on the fender bender and the frantic older couple, Melissa finished scooping up a few of her wayward belongings. Dropping to a crouch took her much lower than Glenn’s penetrating gaze, and gave her a little breathing room. Standing eye to eye, or eye to collarbone, with him had been a little too intense.

“Wait, what happened?” Cathy asked, and Melissa experienced a moment of sheer terror, thinking he might tell Cathy about what had just transpired between them. Her rational mind knew that he never would, but there was a part of her very nervously anticipating something. It was in the air, that feeling before a bad storm. Named Glenn, apparently.

“You heard me, fender bender, older couple. They were a bit shaken up but didn’t want any medical assistance. I offered to call 911.”

“Doctor Glenn offered to check them out, but they were having none of it,” Melissa added, standing up, her purse clutched in her arms.

“Hrm,” Cathy said, and ended that in a small smile. “Maybe they have something to hide, like grandma and grandpa are jewel thieves or something like that. You never know what secrets someone else may be keeping. You know my neighbor down the block, George? Muscle bound? Yeah?” She gestured to Melissa, who nodded.

“Well, he’s on steroids. That’s how he gets those muscles. Can you believe it? I can’t. I’m totally shocked.”

“Me too,” Glenn quipped. “Let me get back to my paperwork, ladies. Melissa, about what we talked about...give it some thought.”

“I will.”

Melissa wasn’t quite sure why she said yes, but she had. And Dr. Glenn had taken the fact that she’d had her book and run with it. He seemed curious to know if her interest was just an exploration, a discussion of what might be titillating to read, rather than an opening into the life. Melissa still wasn’t quite sure why she said yes. Maybe it was Glenn, or maybe it was just her own interest in finding out where the books got it right and where they got it wrong.

Melissa had spent all day, all her one free Saturday month, trying to figure out what to wear. What was BDSM club chic? Should she go with a costume of some kind? Should she go with something that looked absolutely normal, and figure she might be out of place. She dithered about it all day, it wasn’t as if she could ask her friends none of her friends would’ve understood this, she tried to broach the subject with them before. None of them seemed interested in the lifestyle, none of them seemed at all interested in what Melissa might be attracted to and the power exchange. It wasn’t that they were bad friends, they just didn’t understand.

She finally decided to wear a pair of black jeans that hugged her long legs and a tunic top, cut really low in front, to expose her generous cleavage. Black seem like a safe choice for the pants, and the dark red of the shirt, would bring out the natural highlights in her hair.

The Post was a place she’d only vaguely heard of, in whispered conversations at clubs her friends liked to attend; the places where Melissa didn’t fit in, the places that catered to cute girls. They’d driven past it, a warehouse on the water with a thick velvet rope, and they’d tried for months to figure out what was behind the doors. Google searches and even a scan of the county records hadn’t given them any insight, but slowly, gradually they’d figured it out, though they weren’t exactly interested in checking it out. They called it the freak market.

Glenn picked her up promptly, and she didn’t let him come to her door, though she knew he probably would have liked to. He was sort of courtly that way. But her place was a mess, Mom was sleeping off her latest bender, and Melissa hated anyone knowing this part of her life.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly, transitioning from nurse to…what? Was she part of a dating couple or were they just two people doing...what? Did she want something to happen tonight? Did she not? She had been clear she was only going as an observer rather than an actual participant, and he’d been clear that he would respect that.

“Good evening, Melissa,” he said, his voice rich and deep and sexy. She risked a glance over and saw he was wearing a black shirt, open at the throat, and black dress pants. With his thick, dark hair and his deep brown eyes, he looked unapproachable, miles away from the mild mannered doctor she knew.

Not to say his overall look wasn’t completely sexy, because it was.

Melissa loved seeing the side of him. It was a foregone conclusion that he was a dominant, it was steeped in his bones. It was also in his manner, though he only brought that out subtly at work. There had been something that had attracted her to him from the first day, even if she’d couched it in friends or doctor to nurse. Melissa was drawn to the energy that he had, the easy dominance with which he ran the office, the way he handed over power incrementally, as if the other had to be trusted for him to give over complete full rein. Their relationship had gone very smoothly, he’d given and she’d taken, she’d proven herself again and again, and he rewarded her with more responsibility and very regular and generous raises. He suggested that she might want to go to med school, but that wasn’t in the cards for her. Anyway, she liked being his nurse.

“Hi,” she said again giving him a smile.

“You look lovely, he told her his voice though rich and gravelly. It wasn’t quite an octave deeper from his working voice, but there was something incredibly sexy about it.

“You’re my guest tonight,” he said, “and I need you to stay by my side, whatever happens. You be observing some scenes, things you might never have been exposed to before, not even in books. I know that you’re virgin to the sort of life, so please try to be casual and not shocked by whatever you see. Our club runs by safe, sane, consensual, sober. This means, that a submissive who doesn’t like what’s going on in the scene, can use their safe word to get out of it. Everything here is consensual, and done with everybody having all their faculties to them. There is no alcohol. There is a very light food.”

Melissa turned in her seat, regarding him. “Yes, I understand. I don’t think I would like it if this was a club where people didn’t get… If they didn’t have full control of everything that they were deciding to do.”

“Melissa, if you decide you want to explore any of this, we can do it on our own turf. Or, we can come back to the club. But for tonight you’re just an observer. As in my...”

Melissa rolled it over in her head and nodded. “Yes, I understand. I wouldn’t be comfortable doing anything without really understanding what the lifestyle is. Yes, I read about in books, but that’s a bit different than being in reality and the real life, isn’t it?”

He chuckled, another rich sound that went right into her settling somewhere by her pussy, arousing her. Oh, this was not good.

“That’s a very wise thing,” he told her. “I can assuage any curiosity that you have, and I can suggest some books in the romance realm, that will give you a better idea of what goes on in my life.”

Something niggled at Melissa; he said that before his life, his club. What did it mean? “You seem to be taking a lot of ownership of certain things. Is it just a part of who you are, or is there more significance.” She said the last is a statement, she already knew. It was just a matter of letting him know that she knew.

“Melissa, I’m a part owner in the club. I own about a quarter. Several of my friends and I decided to get involved in this venture many years ago, when I was a medical school and several of them were in law school. We wanted a safe place to explore the lifestyle. And this, from the warehouse, to setting up the infrastructure, to getting people in the lifestyle rather that those who wanted to gawk here. We’re now one of the most popular clubs on the coast.”

She blinked a few times, absorbing his words. “How do you keep your life and your lifestyle apart?” Certainly if someone came in to the office, who had seen Glenn whipping or binding someone, there would have been a reaction.

“Melissa, the club runs under very strict rules of anonymity. It costs a great deal to join the club, and even more to stay an active member. We know everything about our members, and they know well enough to keep quiet about who they see behind our doors. In our twelve years in business, we’ve never had a situation where anonymity was compromised. Not ever. That says something about our clientele.”

“And your lawyers,” she pointed out.

“Yes, indeed.”

He drove them to the warehouse district and they bypassed the ropes at the front of the club. “Ownership has its privileges,” he pointed out, pulling into a small private keyed entry parking lot behind the club. His BMW slid in between a couple of Mercedes; these people were not exactly struggling, were they?

“Come on in. as my guest you’ll get the full tour, starting at the offices.” He got out of the car and came around to take her hand. “And for tonight, you’re my lady.”

That made her heart race, and moisture collected between her legs. She pressed them together, trying not to whimper.

“Come. Inside.” She had a feeling she could come anywhere and any time, as long as he was offering.

Melissa followed Glenn into a door, a burly security guard handed her a bright pink wristband.

“Wear that. Everyone will know you’re a VIP guest,” he told her, and she slipped it on.

He took her first to his office, a small alcove adorned with beautiful BDSM portraits. He unlocked a drawer in his desk and motioned her to put her purse there.

“Tell me if any of this gets to be too intense for you.”

“I will.”

He guided her out of his office and into the main space of the club. A dance floor stood in the middle of the room, a stage at the far end. All around the sides were alcoves where people were...getting busy.

“This is our main floor,” he told her. “We have private rooms above, and a separate VIP area two floors up where the membership caps at fifty. Those are the coveted memberships, twelve thousand a month. We have memberships as low as three hundred a month, so a wider span of people can get in here, as long as they pass all background checks.”

She couldn’t even imagine that much cash. “Must be exclusive.”

“It is.”

Glenn allowed Melissa to drift toward one of the alcoves, where a woman was being petted by her Dominant. She arched up when he stroked down her back, practically rising off all fours.

“That’s a sensory exercise,” he told her. “If you look carefully, Gina has a dildo in each hole—anus and vagina. As she rises and falls, they stimulate her, keeping her on edge.”

Melissa made a vague sound, she’d been transported to a new place, a realm where everything was too bright, too stark, too...beautiful.

“I’ve read about these sorts of places in books, but I never quite thought I’d see one.”

“They’re based in reality,” he pointed out and she giggled, feeling a little embarrassed. She was such a newbie to all of this.

They drifted from area to area, and she watched a muscle-bound man getting flogged by a tiny woman, two women whipping a man, a woman completely covered in latex with a straw in her mouth. Everywhere she turned there was another scene, another sensory delight, another over the top display of power and the give and take between humans. The patrons crossed all lines, young and old, costumes to casual clothing. All races were represented here. It was a true BDSM-centric melting pot.

Melissa stood quietly at Glenn’s side as he took her through the club, her body and soul reacting to not only his magnetism, but the obvious strength in the Dominants and the care they gave to their submissives. It was a different world here and one she desperately wanted to become a part of.

“Are you done?” he asked her after an hour or so.

“Done?” she asked, turning to look at him.

“With observing.” There was some weight to those words, and she watched him, uncertain how to respond.

“I…guess?”

“Come with me. Private room. Upstairs.”

“I…” Her mind was whirling.

“Melissa, you want this. Don’t pretend you don’t. I’m willing to give this to you here, on neutral territory. You have only to say yes.”

“Yes,” she whispered, surprising herself. And her body too, apparently, as the thought of him dominating her caused her panties to soak right through with her juices.

Glenn brought her to a room with a keypad entry and entered a code. He let her go in first, shutting the door firmly behind her, and she had the sense that it was symbolic of closing one aspect of her life and starting a new one.

She was ready.