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“Gabriella is submissive. She may not know for sure, but after speaking with her, I know.”

Whispering Nights wasn’t an ‘open to the public’ club. It was exclusive, and potential members were vetted before they signed a contract or paid any fees. Even when a member wanted to bring a guest, they had to be cleared first.

All unattached submissives were only known in the club by their first names. They wore colored bracelets to signify their standing in the club. Unattached subs’ colors represented their standing but also differentiated a sub’s level of kink. Something they would have filled out on their original paperwork under hard limits.

“We all started somewhere,” I said as we walked in the direction of the main room.

“Yes, we did. I’m sure she’ll have no issue finding a Dom to help her get adjusted.”

I looked at Mark and lifted a brow. “New here and inexperienced? Seriously, that didn’t even need to be said.”

“She admitted having the issue of telling her partners what she needs, which by the way, totals three. She chalked her problem up to inexperience, then admitted she read a few BDSM romances and—”

I stopped walking. “Are you fucking kidding me? What? She reads a few books and decides playing out a couple of the sex scenes sounded fun.”

Mark snorted. “No, the books opened her eyes and made her realize things about herself. One being the feeling you need more sexually isn’t always due to inexperience or a partner’s inability to please you. Sometimes, it’s finding,” Mark smirked. “...balance.”

I groaned. “Now I wish I hadn’t talked with you.”

“Please, you live for our talks.”

It was my turn to snort. “Sure, like looking forward to an annual prostate exam.”

“You’re such an ass,” Mark said and laughed. “Seriously though, maybe you should stick around. When I’m finished meeting with Gabriella, I was going to have Sunny show her around tonight. Why don’t you stay and do it? Who knows, you might find what you’re missing.”

“Tell me you are not attempting to play matchmaker,” I said and glared at my friend.

Mark slapped me on the shoulder. Not fazed in the least at my tone. “You never know. She could be the one you’re looking for, and she’ll be snapped up by one of the others before you get a chance to meet her.”

“I’ll have to take that chance and deal with the outcome.” I rested my hand on Mark’s shoulder and squeezed. “It was good running into you. I’ll catch you later.” I dropped my hand, then took the last few steps to the set of doors that would lead me back to the entrance area where the security/check-in desk was.

After I told Nate, who was manning the desk, to have a good night, I made my way to the set of doors that would take me out of the club and into the parking lot. As I reached for the handle, the door swung open, and I shifted to the side as a brunette hurriedly brushed past with a “Sorry” thrown over her shoulder.

Holding the door partially open in preparation for leaving, I watched the woman make her way to the counter where Nate stood watching her approach. The scent of her perfume lingered around me, and the sway of her hips held me in place. She was quite the package, and I briefly wished I had gotten a better look at her face.

Then I remembered the crappy mood I was in and turned back to the outside. I had just taken a step when she spoke, “Hi, I’m supposed to meet Mark... I mean Master Mark. I’m Gabriella,” in a throaty voice that stroked down my entire body.

I froze for a split second and weighed how much grief I was willing to catch from Mark. I stepped back, let the door close, then turned and walked toward the counter. With my approach, the woman turned her head and looked up at me.

When I made contact with her dark brown eyes, I suddenly didn’t give a damn. Whatever Mark dished out, I would take. Looking into her eyes, I had a feeling it would be worth it.

“Welcome to Whispering Nights, Gabriella.”

“Umm...thank you. And you are?”

One corner of my mouth lifted. “I’m hoping soon... Sir.”

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