Page 5 of Master My Love

He was several inches over six feet. Not as tall as Master T, but few were. Despite the long sleeves on his fitted black shirt, she could tell he was muscular like her younger escort. But where T had jet-black hair, olive-skin, and was of obvious Italian descent, Eric was fair with dark-blond, closely cropped hair and piercing blue eyes. His patrician features were so flawlessly beautiful, she had to wonder if he had ancestors from Norway or Denmark in his family tree.

Val couldn’t stop staring at the gorgeous sex-on-a-stick man standing in front of her. First Master T, and now this guy. She was seeing a trend. Were all the Decadence doms equally breathtaking?

The tingling between her thighs returned. She shifted ever so slightly, worried the tiny strip of lace that served as panties wasn’t up to the job of containing the rapidly gathering moisture.

A tug on her hand drew her attention from one handsome man to another. “You’re gawking again, subbie,” her dom for the evening pointed out.

Bothered by her juvenile behavior, Val averted her gaze. In the confined space, he had to have heard the comment.

“I’m sorry. I can’t seem to stop,” she whispered to T.

Master Eric answered, proving he’d heard everything. “It’s a common reaction on the first visit to the club,” he assured her.

Was he referring to the effect he had on women? Or was he trying to deflect her embarrassment by deliberately misinterpreting the remark?

She hadn’t reasoned it out when he turned and addressed T. “What’s this about browsing?”

“Val has never visited a kink club before. She simply wants to take it all in tonight.”

Master Eric glanced between them, his brows drawn together. “Hold on. When did you have time to meet anyone? Your plane arrived late this afternoon.”

“What can I say? I work fast,” T said, grinning.

His frown deepened into a scowl. “I’m serious.”

Her new friend raised his hands defensively. “Me too. We just met.”

“Someone must have invited her.”

He gave her a penetrating look but spoke more gently to her than he had to T. “Which member extended an invitation, Valerie? It is Valerie. Correct?”

“Yes, sir, but my friends call me Val.” Since the master dom addressed her directly, she glanced up, believing it impolite not to. The moment their eyes met, she experienced something she’d only read about in the spicy romance books she loved. A jolt, like an electric shock, coursed through her—no joke!

“Well, Valerie,” he said, forgoing the shortened version of her name. “Whatever you’re looking for, whether to quench your curiosity or begin a new chapter in your life, I hope you find it here. But you have yet to answer my question. Who is your sponsor for the evening?”

“I wish I knew.” She glanced at the invitation still lying atop the counter. “It was in my mailbox one morning, without postage. There wasn’t a note or a name on it anywhere. I was hoping I’d learn who sent it tonight.”

“Interesting,” T murmured behind her. “A mystery invitation.”

“That won’t do,” Eric told him while frowning.

Val noticed he did that repeatedly. It didn’t detract from his striking good looks, but she couldn’t help wondering what he’d look like happy. If he ever smiled or laughed around her, she had no doubt she’d climax on the spot.

While she was fantasizing about a spontaneous orgasm, he was reciting the club rule book to Master T. And the prospects for her guided tour were not looking good.

“I’m sorry. Unscreened guests can’t enter without a personal recommendation from an owner. After the difficulties in San Antonio, we can’t take any risks.”

“I’ll vouch for her,” he stated tersely, sounding much different from the easygoing young man she first met. There was a growing tension between the two men that anyone with eyes would have to be oblivious to miss.

“How do you know her?” When T didn’t reply, Eric cursed softly. “You said you’ve only just met. What did you do, pick her up in the parking lot?”

More silence was his answer.

“You did!” he exclaimed, clearly exasperated. “Dammit, T, you’ve been briefed on the security issues I’m dealing with.”

“I won’t let her out of my sight, and I’ll have her out of here before twelve.”

“That goes without saying. New submissives aren’t allowed in the dungeon during special events.”

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