Page 4 of Master My Love

Her fingers flexed on his forearm, digging in a bit before she nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”

Chapter 2

AWAFT OF COLD AIRswept over her when he opened one of the double doors and motioned for her to enter. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the smell of beeswax and leather hit her senses. Beneath it, she detected the faint but unmistakable aroma of sweat. She found the blend of all three raw and erotic yet not entirely unpleasant.

Master T bent his head to murmur close to her ear. “That is the scent of sex and submission, darlin’. The nectar of the Gods, or in this case of the Decadence masters.”

With a chuckle, he placed his hand on the curve of her lower back and moved her farther inside. The door closing behind them cut off the late-afternoon sun. When her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, the nondescript lobby surprised her. She expected to hear the discordant sounds of heavy metal, the crack of a whip, or screams. An instrumental version of a classic rock ballad greeted her instead. She listened closely, and after a moment, recognized the song as “Ready for Love” by Bad Company.

The music, the rather bland décor, and the conservatively dressed young woman working behind the reception counter were anticlimactic. When Val glanced up, her brows raised in question he read her thoughts correctly.

“Did you think to find naked women writhing to Nine Inch Nails in the lobby?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

He laughed. “Don’t give up hope just yet. The stripping and orgies come later once the party is in full swing.”

Was he teasing? Neither seemed out of the realm of possibility.

Relieved to be a spectator tonight, she followed him to the counter. After the guests ahead of them finished checking in, the cute young receptionist turned their way with a smile.

“Master T! You’re back,” she squealed,actuallybouncing with excitement. Her enthusiasm noticeably dimmed when her gaze fell on Val. “You brought your own submissive?”

“Alicia, as bright and bubbly as ever. This is Valerie who’s here for the newbie festivities.” Slipping the crumpled invitation from Val’s icy fingers, he laid it on the counter. “She’ll only need a guest contract since she’s only browsing tonight.”

“That’s a shame bordering on sinful.”

The deep, masculine voice resonated throughout the small entryway, echoing Master T’s sentiments from earlier. All heads turned; the newcomer commanding their attention.

“Eric,” T stated, giving the man—who looked closer to her age than his—a chin lift in greeting. “Are we still on for nine o’clock?”

“Yes.” Though speaking to him, the other man’s gaze fixed on her. “Everyone will be in attendance. But enough about business. I’m interested in the lovely little sprite you’ve brought with you.”

Heat rose in her cheeks at the compliment. She had fair skin and blushed easily, which she predicted would happen a lot tonight.

“Val, this is Master Eric. He is both the managing partner and master dom at the club.”

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