Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (2 page)

“Just a little. You’ll soon stop shaking when you get to know everyone.”

“I applied to join the club by e-mail. I was told my membership card would be at reception.”

Andrea flipped through several papers on her desk. “Ah, here it is.” She handed over the card. “I’ll get one of the regular girls to show you around. If you could just sign in.” She nudged a ledger toward her. “Remember to put your scene name down, if you don’t want members to know your real name. Discretion is a word we pride ourselves on here.”

With trembling fingers, Emma took the pen from the pretty blonde haired woman and signed in
Emma Windsor.
For simplicity she’d only chosen a different surname. It wasn’t as if she would be returning to the club after tonight.

“You can leave your coat here, honey.” She pointed to a coatrack behind her. “You’re number fifty-three.” She tore a ticket from the stub and handed it to her.

Emma nodded. “Thanks.”

She peeled off her chunky black coat. Now she felt even more conspicuous. She’d borrowed some of Chloe’s revealing clothes—a short black miniskirt that came to the top of her thighs, and a skimpy leather bra top. She’d made up her face with more makeup than she’d usually wear, using heavy black eyeliner to create an overtly sexual look. Being a reserved Englishwoman, it wasn’t really her style, but she was trying to blend in. A shiver ran down her spine as the door opened behind her and several more women piled into the entrance hall. They all appeared very happy, giggling and laughing out loud as they too removed their coats. If Emma thought her clothes were revealing, then she had to think again. Plump ripe breasts, squeezed into tight-fitting leather and silk, jiggled wherever she looked. The scent of expensive perfume filled the air. She had no doubt these women were out to enjoy themselves.

The receptionist spoke to one of them. “Jessica, can you show Emma around? It’s her first time here.”

“Yeah, sure, Andrea.”

Jessica smiled benignly, and took hold of her hand. “You’ll be perfectly safe with me, sweetie. I just know you’re gonna fit right in here at Submission. The Masters are simply gonna love you. You’re a real pretty lady.”

Masters? Oh, hell. Emma knew all about the Masters. She’d read about their preferences on the Internet. Weren’t they the ones who wanted to chain people up and whip them for some perverse sexual pleasure? Her throat went dry, but she managed to croak out, “I hope they don’t mind someone who’s nervous?”

“Quite the opposite, sweetie. They’ll love breaking you in.”

Emma closed her eyes. That’s what she was afraid of. Jessica squeezed her hand tighter, and led her through another set of doors.

“My, my, you really are nervous, aren’t you? You’re trembling like a leaf.”

“I hoped it wouldn’t be so obvious.” She smiled, unconvincingly, trying to put on a brave face.

Jessica patted her hand. “Remember it’s what you’re willing to do. Not what they’d like you to do. Us subs have the ultimate power.”

Ultimate power? Subs? Masters? Just what had she got herself into? Yes, of course she wanted to find Chloe, and she’d do everything in her power to discover what had happened to her. But there’d be no kinky sex. She just wasn’t inclined that way. She’d only ever experienced sex in the good old-fashioned missionary position. So what if she didn’t orgasm every time, or hardly at all. At least there was nothing perverted about her sex life.

Jessica held open a door for her.

“Thank you.”

“Say, is that an accent you have there?”

“I’m English.”

“Oh really, that’s just swell. Fancy, a real live Englishwoman in a BDSM club.”

Emma smiled. Being English didn’t automatically stop a woman from liking kinky sex, though she guessed Jessica seemed to think that was the case. For some unknown reason, she felt the need to explain herself further. “I was born and grew up in Oxfordshire, although my father is an American. My parents divorced when I was just three. It seems like Anglo-American marriages don’t work too well. He returned to the US twenty-seven years ago.” She’d seen her father on and off over the intervening period. He’d remarried and had two more daughters. They’d never been really close, but at least they kept in touch.

Jessica smiled. “Hey, dual nationality. Even better.”

Despite her obvious anxiety at being in the club, Emma couldn’t help but warm to Jessica. The pretty brunette was dressed extremely provocatively. Her full breasts were displayed for all to see, and her skimpy black knickers clearly showed under her tight red skirt. She could already tell she had a heart of gold.

Emma guessed Jessica was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She wondered what had drawn a woman like her to the BDSM lifestyle. Man trouble? Bad homelife? There had to be a catalyst. She shook her head. Perhaps she’d never know. Perhaps Jessica didn’t even know herself. The analytical and calculating part of her mind had already started assessing the situation. It would be wise to keep alert, and try and make some sense of it all once she returned home. No one should be above suspicion, however nice they appeared. She was a trained lawyer, and needed to keep her focus.

Jessica smiled incessantly as she showed her the changing rooms and restrooms. “Think of it as three zones. This is the Cool Zone. There are strict rules in place here. No sexual interaction between masters, mistresses, and their subs.” Everything appeared normal. So far so good. She could handle this. When Jessica squeezed her hand and pointed to an imposing set of double doors at the end of the corridor, she guessed the kinky side of the club lay behind them. Already she could hear heady, sultry music drifting toward them as they drew closer.

“Through there is the Warm Zone. Sexual interaction is allowed, in fact it is encouraged. There are a few rules. We have to keep our clothes on, for one, which makes for some interesting interplay. In the Hot Zone, anything goes, but you should only venture there when you feel comfortable everywhere else.” Jessica smiled, making Emma feel a little less self-conscious. “Now don’t you worry about a thing. Trust me, you’ll love it here. Club Submission is everything your heart desires.”

Emma nodded politely. This was going to be the scariest and most bizarre night of her entire adult life.

Zane Anders glanced around the club. From his position at the bar he had an uninterrupted view of the entire room. Decorated in deep, seductive golds and reds, the subdued lighting helped enhance his mood. A couple danced on the raised platform, their gyrations extremely provocative and arousing. But that was the whole point. That was why he was here. After a failed marriage, he’d finally given in to his inner desires. A successful and extremely wealthy businessman by day, his appearance was that of a regular, stand-up guy. But by night it was a different story entirely. He could finally allow his dick to rule his brain, rather than the other way around. His inner cravings could be unleashed and satisfied right here at Submission.

He considered himself to be the ultimate Master of the female body. It was his duty to extract every last cry and whimper of sexual satisfaction from his subs—all in a controlled manner, of course. There was no point in rushing something, which he considered to be an art form.

The private club had already given him many nights of unbridled pleasure. He was sure tonight would be no exception. He sighed contentedly. Club Submission was the only place he ever felt truly relaxed.

His senses came on high alert as Jessica walked past with a woman he hadn’t seen before. His gaze shifted to the stranger, tracing a line from the gorgeous mane of blonde hair that trailed down her back, all the way to her cute sexy butt, which ripened into a peach beneath her short, leather miniskirt. He glimpsed the soft underside of her bare round ass cheeks, squeezing succulently below the tight black leather. She wore a thong, or better still, even less. It would be fun finding out. Just the idea of no panties made his cock harden. With his curiosity piqued, he watched Jessica and the new woman sit at the bar and order a drink.

The attractive blonde looked around nervously. He guessed it was her first time in a BDSM club. It was certainly the first time she’d visited Submission. He’d remember a woman who looked as good as she did. He wondered what had spurred her to try the lifestyle. Boredom? Lack of sexual fulfillment? Whatever it was, he’d make it his priority to keep an eye on her. He loved observing his prey, watching how they reacted to certain situations. It made his final conquest all the more satisfying. She seemed drawn to the scantily dressed couple, dancing provocatively on the revolving stage. He figured the idea of public exhibitionism turned her on. It certainly turned him on. Later on, he’d be more than willing to find out her sexual preferences. She was a real cutie.

As he discreetly observed his prey, he noticed the sexy blonde’s gaze sweeping the club, taking everything and everyone in. Eventually her eyes settled on him. Sultry baby blues connected with his. Her exquisite, heart-shaped face was framed by wild blonde hair. He’d never seen a woman look more beautiful or more scared. A primal urge clenched in his gut and twisted like a knife. He had the overwhelming desire to protect this woman. Why? His mind hadn’t entertained a thought like that…not since he’d asked Veronica to be his wife.
Yeah, and look where that got you, pal—a divorce settlement that cost you millions.
He pushed the unwanted thought back down. Anyone entering Submission came of their own volition. They were after sexual excitement, just like he was. Nothing else mattered.

* * * *

Emma could barely concentrate as Jessica explained the rules of the club. Her mind was occupied with what was happening on the revolving stage. A couple in their late twenties or early thirties danced intimately together, their hips gyrating and grinding suggestively. The man had a large erection filling his pants, and he wasn’t shy about showing it off to the gathering crowd. He continually pressed it against his partner’s pussy, to her obvious delight. Her moans of sexual gratification grew louder, until she felt sure the woman was climaxing right there in front of her on the stage. Emma knew she blushed profusely, but she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the erotic scene. She didn’t like to admit it, even to herself, but her pussy was soaking wet. The woman’s head fell back, and the man instinctively ravished the base of her throat before lifting his head and swallowing the sounds of ecstasy that whimpered from her parted lips. Totally mesmerized, Emma felt both disgusted and aroused by such a public display of sexual promiscuity. How could this wanton woman orgasm with her clothes on? Surely it had to be impossible?

Jessica’s soft voice broke her bubble. “I can see you’re interested in what’s happening on the stage, sweetie. That’s Master Hunter, with his latest sub. The guy is ex-military.”

Emma studied the tall, stocky man with short blond hair. His bare arms were strong and well defined with muscle. They sported tribal tattoos that swept down his biceps and forearms. Could
he
be Orion?

Jessica continued. “It’s early yet, so not everyone is here.” She pointed across the room. “Those two guys sitting together over in the corner are Master Matthew and Master Ethan. They’re the Strong brothers. They own the club. Whatever they say goes. If someone gets out of hand, they deal with it. They’re a real pair of kick-ass guys. Nobody fucks with them.”

Emma glanced across the room. Both men appeared in their midthirties. One wore his dark hair short. His face was rugged, with deep lines etched either side of his mouth. The other, similar in looks, had slightly longer hair which fell about the collar of his tight leather shirt. They were big, powerful men. A woman on her own wouldn’t stand a chance. Was one or both of them the mysterious Orion?

Jessica leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “Listen up, sweetie, at the end of the bar is Master Zane. The guy’s a real stallion. He’s always in demand, but he’s also very choosy. He’s a real man. A guy that can stretch your limits in ways you’d never believed possible.”

Emma felt her heart thumping in her chest as she looked across at the man Jessica was breathily describing. At that precise moment Master Zane turned and stared right back at her. His deep blue eyes pierced her inner tranquility. It was as if he’d stripped away her very soul. God, he had a rugged beauty that was breathtaking. Aged about forty, his muscular body and short dark hair demanded her attention. Master Zane wore a white shirt open to his waist. She could clearly see his athletic chest and abs for herself. Could this be Orion? If any man could turn Chloe’s head, it was him.

Master Zane nodded in their direction. A slight smile to his lips. “Jessica, you must introduce me to your new friend.”

“This is Emma, Master Zane. It’s her first time here.”

“Good to meet you, Emma. Let me get you a drink.”

Feeling compromised, Emma nervously replied, “No, thank you. I–I’m perfectly all right.” If she accepted a drink, he might want something in exchange.

“I insist, we’re all friends here.” He waved the barman over. “Todd, get these ladies whatever they want, and put it on my tab.”

“Sure thing, Zane.”

Feeling overwhelmed by this beautiful man’s attention, Emma finally relented. “Just freshly squeezed orange juice topped up with a little lemonade, thank you.” Her whole body thrummed, and she visibly squirmed in her seat. Sitting at the other end of the bar, she felt his penetrating eyes intimately exploring her. A blush of heat burned its way from her breasts, up her neck, until it reached her face. If the floor opened up and swallowed her whole, she’d be truly grateful. She flicked him a quick look. To her horror he was still absorbing everything about her, including her surreptitious glance in his direction.