DevilsBoudoirSeriesSecretDesire (7 page)

you’re going to have to get out of the car if you expect to come inside with me.” She opened the door and stepped out. He moved behind her, unnerved
by being on the sidewalk in nothing but a smile, and more than a little uncomfortable by the biting temperature.

“Um, won’t Rissa be pissed if
we defile
the store again?”
When she opened the door, and let him in, he moved quickly to get

out of the cold, following her toward the back of the small building to a locked door.

“Rissa’s not here
. Evan whisked her away to a fantastic club in Paris.
He’s surprising her by proposing both a conventional marriage
and a
collaring.” His look of confusion spurred her to explain as she unlocked the
door then led him down the stairs.
“A collaring is like a
marriage. In our
world, if a sub wears a collar, it’s like being married
. It means that the sub belongs to her Dom. She promises to give him her unwavering obedience and trust, and in return, he promises her his life
—
to protect her, love her, and care for her
every need.” Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, she studied his
face as he looked around, clearly uncomfortable with his surroundings.
“This place is The Devil’
s Boudoir.
It’s a BDSM club
. Evan owns it.
It’s
for committed couples only, but he gives me some leeway. You say you want to be with me, but this is me. This lifestyle is mine. Are you willing to see how far the rabbit hole goes? With me?
”

He swallowed hard, and
she could tell he wasn’t sure, but he closed
his eyes, took a deep breath then finally answered her.

“If this is your world, if this is your life, I want to be a part of it
. I want to learn you, and I want you to learn me. T
his…this spark between us,
I want it to grow. So yes, take me down the rabbit hole.
I’m yours to
do
with as you wish.”

She grinned at him wickedly, taking him by the hand, practically dragging him to her private room. Once inside, she lit the candles that littered the red and black baroque-themed room then hit play on the stereo, filling the silence with dark instrumental music. When she returned to him, she held a thick, adjustable cock ring and a set of cuffs.

“Alright then, pet
. No more words. Tonight, you feel. You learn me, I learn you, and
we’ll experience this spark together
. More importantly, we both get a second chance at really living. Now, get on your knees, and if
you’re a good boy, you’ll get a treat that I promise you, you will never forget.”