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I don’t know his name, just his first initial—B.
Kiera says she’ll walk me through what to do when I get to the club.
These are my last three days at Kirkham Creatives, and it’s so bittersweet to be leaving a job that was a lifeline for me, but I’m excited to start this new adventure.
I hope Saturday ends up being something to help calm my nerves because I’ll be an anxious mess the rest of the week.
Chapter 4
Ben
When I got an email from Kiera at The Temptation Lounge, I was surprised. I haven’t been to the club in almost six months for various reasons, and even though I thought about attending this weekend to blow off steam, the last thing I wanted was to meet an inexperienced submissive.
Why would I want to teach someone new when I can just play with someone who already has experience and I know I have chemistry with?
Then, I clicked onE’skink negotiations and reading through them made my cock stir with interest.
She’s unsure about a few of my preferences, which is understandable if she’s new to the lifestyle, but those aren’t deal-breakers for me.
It’s like she was made for me and my desires. Even though I’m not a rash man, I emailed Kiera back with my approval, and we worked out a plan for her to introduce me to my potential new submissive this weekend.
BDSM was something I’ve always been interested in, but my ex was never keen on trying anything outside of some light spanking. When we broke up, I decided to explore that side of myself instead of traditional dating. I tried to have the happily-ever-after with someone, and it didn’t work out. I didn’t want to try again so soon after such a long relationship.
Enter: The Temptation Lounge.
A place I could go where no one tries to make small talk or expect me to make nice with their friends or family. A place where the expectations are clear and relationships don’t extend beyond the scene. I don’t have to worry about it bleeding into my work life or having my attention taken away from more important things like it would in a serious relationship.
Exactly what I need beforeEmmastarts on Monday.
Simply thinking her name makes my blood pressure rise.
I’ve spent the last week helping my dad clear out the office we were using as storage for Emma. The other two project managers, Drew and Alex, are wary of a woman joining our group, but my father quickly set them straight. We don’t discriminate based on gender.
There's been high tension at the office with the anticipation of Emma starting, especially after we were denied a bid with the biggest developer in San Diego—again. We’ve been schmoozing the pants off Derek Allridge, but he’s denied us three times, saying he just doesn’t think it’s the right job for us, even though our work speaks for itself.
Tonight will be a much needed release of all this tension and a good way to make sure I don’t snap at Emma simply for existing.
I scan my pass to the underground lot for the club and park, slowly making my way inside.
I’m in an all-black ensemble tonight. My dress shirt is unbuttoned to show off my chest and the gold chain around my neck. My suit jacket is tailored to perfection to fit my broad shoulders.
I haven’t dressed like this in what feels like years, but putting on my “Dom” clothes made it easier to get into the headspace I need to be in for tonight’s activities.
As soon as I walk through the doors of The Temptation Lounge, I’m no longer Ben Rossi, heir to the Rossi Construction legacy. I’m justB.Experienced Dom, equal parts gentle and rough. One who likes to bring pleasure to the point of exhaustion. The worries of my everyday life lift away as sensual music washes over me, and I make my way to the coat check to hand over my phone and my keys.
Daisy, the coat check attendant, smiles as she sees me. “Welcome back, Mr. B.”
“Thank you, Daisy.”
“Are you here for Kiera’s friend?” I give a brief nod, and Daisy’s smile widens. “She’s so lovely. I hope you enjoy your night.”
I appreciate that Daisy doesn’t try to pry any more information from me, but a twinge of irritation tenses my jaw at Daisy knowing who I’m here to meet.
She must sense my irritation because she quickly says, “Kiera asked me to let her know when you arrivedso she can adequately prepare her friend, that’s all, I promise. No gossip has been spread about you or Kiera’s guest.”
I let out a breath to relax myself. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was frustrated with you. I assure you I'm not. Thank you for elaborating.”
“Of course.”
