Page 4 of Seduce

“But I never said I was a sub.” She hadn’t been asked; then again, her application was on file.

“You must have self-identified when you first joined the club.” Tessa nodded. “I suspect you haven’t been through any of the classes if it’s been more than a few years.”

“I haven’t. Ralph mentioned them.”

“They’re held on Thursday nights. Master Max will tell you all about them.” Regina led Tessa away from the bar. “Around the room, you’ll see all the stations.”

“It’s a lot larger than I remember,” Tessa said.

Regina nodded. “When I came to the club, Master Max had just finished expanding.”

Tessa took note of two stations. One with a metal wheel on it and another with a big wooden contraption. Of course there were flogging stations, spanking benches, and massage tables.

“The aftercare area.” Regina pointed to a cluster of sofas. “There’s lots of seating around the stations, plus, in the back, there’s a table with food if you’re hungry.”

“Thank you, Regina, this has been very helpful.”

“You’re welcome.” A man approached them. “Evening, Master,” Regina said.

“Evening.”

Tessa turned her head at the sound of the husky voice and froze. She knew that voice. Those vibrant, gleaming blue eyes she’d know anywhere, even behind the wolf mask he wore.

Oh shit, Damon was a member of the club.

“Who is this tasty morsel?”

“I don’t know. Remember we’re supposed to guess who the other person is, Sir,” Regina replied.

He didn’t recognize her. That was interesting. Her gaze took in his black pants, no shirt, loafers, and a gold wolf mask. He was the total package, and he took her breath away and made her heart pound.

“That is correct.” Damon studied her, and Tessa fought not to squirm. She was dressed perfectly fine for the club. A short black skirt and dark blue crop top to match her blue feathered mask. She wasn’t quite ready for fetwear. “I feel like I should know you, but no one comes to mind.”

Tessa smiled and batted her lashes. She wasn’t sure if her voice would give her away or not.

“If you’ll excuse me…” Regina scampered off.

“May I?” Damon asked, reaching for her hand.

“Yes.” He’d asked. Consent. Safe, sane, and consensual was part of the club’s rules.

Damon took her hand. Awareness flowed through her veins. This was Damon, she reminded herself. The man she’d called an ass on more than one occasion, but also the man who made sure she was safe when driving her home. Yes, he made her skin tingle and her pussy clench, but was she ready for such a dominant man?

“Experienced sub. Interesting. Tonight’s party is for members and their one guest only. So you belong to someone?”

“I belong to no one.” Tessa wanted to clamp her hand over her mouth. “I’m a member.

Damon stared at her. “I still don’t recognize you, and I know all the members who are here tonight. Who are you?”

Tessa grinned. “You’ll have to guess.” She dropped her voice slightly.

“Will you allow me to escort you around the party?” he asked.

“Are you going to eat me, wolf?” Where were these words coming from? Tessa wasn’t a flirt, but when it came to Damon, she couldn’t seem to control her mouth or her desire.

“Now that is an interesting question.” He leaned over. “It depends on what you want me to eat. Pussy or crow?”

Tessa burst out laughing. Only Damon. “You are a flirt.”

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