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“Oh right,” she answered feeling stupid. Where was her
intelligence, her brain? The sharp intellect that made her business so
successful in only three years? Oh right, circling the drain along with her
spine.

“As I said before, you wouldn’t have received the card by
mistake. This is something you must want, something you’ve always felt missing
from your sex life. Why not take this chance to live out your every dark desire
and dream? I can one hundred percent vouch for the man you’ll be paired with.
Just as he’ll be assured of your general good physical health and mental
stability. This isn’t about finding Mr. Right. This is about finding Mr.
Tonight.”

So people were vetted, that was good, right? That she didn’t
think to question how they’d vetted her didn’t occur to Aria. His answers
felt…right and honest. The rest were merely details that didn’t matter. And he
was right about not meeting the man of her dreams in such a place.

“Okay then,” Aria sucked in a deep gulp of air for courage.
The frantic pounding of her heart assured her this was the real deal and
everything depended on what she said now.

“What do I do next?”

“Get a pen and paper then leave everything to me,” the
Operator said and without a single drop of doubt Aria knew he’d take care of
her and that it would be okay, for the first time in her life, to leave
everything in the hands of another person.

* * * * *

Mac Hudson stood inside the changing room of
Unfettered.
Anticipation made his heart pound with anticipation. The Operator’s call had
come at the perfect time, a sign from the universe. After months of debating,
the moment was here and his doubts were gone.

At thirty-eight Mac knew he could have already settled down
and had a family with a nice traditional vanilla woman. While he wasn’t vain
Mac knew his dark brown hair, bright green eyes and muscular form turned plenty
of female heads. What really pushed them over the top was his position as a
doctor/partner in a flourishing general practice office.

Lowering his expectations or denying his sexuality never
occurred to him. Everything that made him a great doctor made him an even
better Dom. Control, trust and respect were the hallmarks of any D/s
partnership. He couldn’t wait to explore this new sub’s boundaries, prejudices
and help her break through all of them.

If he trusted his gut, which had never led him wrong, then
this Aria could be so much more than a one-night domination.

The woman, his sub for tonight, may just be the woman of his
future. The Operator had explained it was Aria’s first time in the scene. The
other man went on to explain her requests, some of her doubts and all about her
misconceptions.

He snorted out a soft laugh at some of the things this Aria
had said. Imagine thinking the whole D/s lifestyle revolved around humiliating
acts and orgies. Then again most people had similar ignorant thoughts about
things they knew nothing about. Ignorance led to fear and people always
attempted to destroy or ridicule what they feared.

Before even meeting her, Mac was already impressed with
Aria. The woman knew nothing about the reality of the D/s scene, but had
gathered the courage to face her desires anyway. He really couldn’t wait any
longer to meet her. He thought of her little hints and courage and defiance…

And her pussy. Would it be bare and slick to his touch? Or
lightly sprinkled with wet cream-coated tight curls? He hadn’t even seen it yet
and he was having a hard time keeping his mind on anything but her sweet
luscious body.

The only detail he knew for certain was her height, five
foot two. At six-foot even Mac knew he’d tower over her and didn’t deny the
thrill of anticipation that ran through him. Power turned him on, but having a
woman, an unknown, put her pleasure in his hands made him feel like a fucking
demi-god.

With an eager hand he slapped his locker shut, grabbed his
leather bag and headed out the door. His cock pulsed in anticipation of the pleasure
to come.

Chapter Two

Finding the club would have been almost been impossible if
the Operator hadn’t given her such specific instructions. No way would she have
thought an adult club lay beyond the white brick facade.
She walked up to the innocent-looking door. Nothing
shouted
perversion
.
No loud music,
no shrieks, no blood flying, no sounds of whips, chains or whatever else she
thought might be part of this dark world. After promising her cab driver she
knew what she was doing, she turned to go in, found a little black gate the
Operator told her to look for and Aria unlatched it and walked through.

She saw two smiling, perfectly normal-looking people who
happened to be dressed in black leather. They were very gracious, courteous and
friendly. As she handed over her ID they asked her general questions and made
perfectly polite small talk.

Then, as the Operator had warned her, there were some forms
to fill out, initial and sign.

“Why the forms?” Aria had asked the Operator.

“Because the owners want to make sure people know the
reality of what they’re walking into. This isn’t a yuppie bar or some goth-vamp
dungeon. This place is about understanding and catering to a special need of
some people. Not a bad, evil or wrong need, just different,” he responded in a
matter-of-fact tone.

Aria walked past the gate and followed her guides into a
very new, different, but sensuous world.

The right side of the courtyard was taken up with a long
portable table. The kind she’d seen people use in church or bingo halls. Plain,
serviceable, easy to clean and hard to damage. On top of the table sat duffle
bags, suitcases and leather satchels.

Aria knew without asking they
must contain whatever toys or props the clients intended to play with at the
club. She’d been told no one used or borrowed anyone else’s stuff. It was
considered bad form.

Aria didn’t blame them a bit. She shuddered at the thought
of using someone else’s vibrator or other intimate toy. At least on that count
the Operator had assuaged her cootie-phobia. Each room was professionally
cleaned, new sheets were used and everything disinfected before the next set of
players set up their games.

With her courage rising Aria stepped through the black
arched door into another world.

Everything she’d ever imagined about a BDSM club fell to the
wayside as Aria walked into the elegantly appointed warehouse. Over six
thousand square feet of adult playground. Everything she saw put Aria at ease
and banished all the fear of cheap thrills at someone else’s expense. The room
was filled with soft lighting, comfy-looking leather couches and classy club
chairs.

Incense wafted through the air while erotic, rhythmic music
pounded around her. Everything designed to seduce not only her body, but her
senses as well.

“Welcome to Unfettered,” a soft feminine voice spoke from
her right.

When Aria looked over she was surprised to see a slim,
petite woman about her height with gorgeous, long, black hair and startling
blue eyes. The sheer force of her personality shone through those azure orbs.
Domme for sure, Aria decided.

“Hello,” she replied and held out her hand. She was proud to
see it didn’t shake or tremble with the reserve of nerves or excitement she
could feel building in her all over again. “I’m Aria.”

“I’m Dru, the club manager. We’re very happy to have you
here tonight. I know our Operator gave you some basic information, but I want
to go over a few things with you before we get you ready for your scene. Would
you like a drink?”

Dru walked through the wide Corinthian doorway and disappeared
into the seductive darkness beyond.

What the hell,
Aria thought and followed her. She
could use a drink or two. Something she normally would have taken care of
before leaving her apartment, but the Operator had warned her not to. Looked
like the club manager had a different set of rules from the all-knowing,
sexy-voiced Operator.

Stepping through the stone arch, Aria felt a little like
that blonde girl falling through a hole. What an amazing place. The ceiling
soared open and high above her head massive chandeliers lit the room with
romantic candlelight. No fluorescent lighting for these people. The light that
didn’t come from the candles’ flames was muted in soft tones of pink and
purple.

Huh, who would have thought that much time and effort would have
been put into the details of a bondage club? She felt a few more biases slip
away.

“What would you like to drink?”

Aria turned her attention from the wall sconces to face the
new voice. A tall redhead with hazel eyes and slim runner’s build stood behind
a massive dark oak bar smiling at her.

“Ah…white wine?” Maybe a glass or three would stop the
butterfly circus pitching a tent in her stomach.

The female bartender shook her head. The mixed green and
brown eyes as resolute as her answer. “Sorry, no can do. No liquor here. We
want everyone to keep all his or her wits about them. Unfettered is based
solely on trust, respect and mutual desires. Adding mind-altering drinks to the
mix doesn’t work well. I’m Tasha, by the way.” The other woman gave her a small
friendly wave before gesturing to the oak bar beneath her bent elbows. “I do
have Diet Coke, Coke, water, Dr. Pepper, Sprite and just about every kind of
juice you could think up.”

“Huh, that’s what the Operator told me.” Seemed everyone
involved with this club placed safety and respect on the highest level. Weird
how
that
never came out with all the other rumors. “I guess I never
thought personal safety was a big deal in a BDSM gathering. At least not
personal safety as it would pertain to having a glass of wine or mug of beer.”

One red brow arched. “Trust and respect, sweetheart. Until
you know what you’re talking about I suggest keeping those ignorant opinions to
yourself. Remember, you’re not here to meet the man of your dreams. You’re here
to fulfill a need you could no longer deny.”

If looks could kill Aria would be six feet under and worm
food the moment Tasha spoke. Feeling about six inches tall, her cheeks burning
with embarrassment, Aria dropped her head. “I’m sorry, really. I’m here to
learn everything I can and I mean no disrespect to anyone. I promise I’m really
not here looking for someone to take care of me. I do that just fine all by
myself.”

“Right answer,” Tasha smiled and held up a bottle of water.
“Want one?”

“Oh yeah,” she agreed and tried to swallow around the lump
in her throat. “There are so many things I don’t know. I don’t want to spend
the evening apologizing to everyone I meet. Or with my foot shoved permanently
down my throat.”

The bartender leaned one elbow on the bar. “Your Dom will
explain anything you want to know. Until you hook up with him I suggest keeping
your mouth closed and listening. It’s the best way to learn without looking
like a total tool.”

“Probably should have done that first.”

“Ignorance isn’t a crime,” Tasha’s face softened. “The crime
is staying ignorant when the answers are right in front of your face.”

Tasha summed it up perfectly. Until she met her partner or
Dom for the night—and didn’t that just send shivers up and down her spine—she’d
follow the other woman’s advice. Keep her mouth shut and ears open.

For the next half hour she did just that. Staying by the
bar, Aria watched couples and individuals walk around and chat. Some wore
leather and chains, others suits and business attire, still others wore jeans,
sneakers and t-shirts, casually dressed just like her. They could be anyone
she’d meet on the street and she’d never guess they shared the same erotic
desires she felt.

No one bothered her, a few sent friendly smiles her way, but
at no time did she feel threatened or like a piece of meat on display. The
comfort level here was way beyond what she’d experienced at the few dance clubs
she went to.

“Aria, it’s time.”

Dru stood at her elbow, a steady and silent presence filling
her with a calm Aria didn’t think she really felt.

“Are you still certain of your decision? There is time to
back out without consequences.” The offer came in the same monotone voice Dru
seemed to use for everything.

Internal battles waged inside Aria, but she refused to give
in to cowardice or fear. If she didn’t go through with this tonight, she’d
never have another chance. “I’m in.”

“Good, so long as you remember tonight is about mutual
pleasure and mutual respect. If at any time you feel in danger or beyond your
limits of comfort then use your safe word. Your Dom will stop immediately and
all play will terminate. So make sure you truly want the evening to end before
you allow the word to leave your lips. There is no going back once uttered.”

“I understand.”

Taking a deep breath, Aria slid off the leather stool and
resisted the urge to straighten her clothes or fidget with her hair. She forced
herself to remember the D/s motto
Safe, Sane and Consensual
. Nothing
would happen to her that she didn’t wish. Ultimately she had all the power. With
one word she could stop this Dom in his tracks. The thought of that secret
power sent a shiver of desire through her. Maybe Aria didn’t know exactly what
she was doing, but she’d never felt more alive either.

With those thoughts in mind Aria nodded at Dru and followed
the club manager as she led the way to a set of massive double doors marked
Private.
Members Only.

Her adventure had begun.

* * * * *

A delicate fairy princess. Mac couldn’t believe it. His new
sub looked like a freaking character from a Disney cartoon. Short, curly black
hair framed a pixie face with sparkly light-colored eyes. He couldn’t tell her
eye color from this distance, but something in him ached to know.