At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

Her first stop was the sub changing room. She removed her sneakers, jeans, blouse, underwear and bra. Her heart was racing with excitement at the prospect of her “sexual aptitude test.” She had toyed with the idea of texting Cleo earlier to get the lowdown on what exactly such a test entailed but had decided it was better just to wait and see. That way she wouldn’t anticipate all the different ways she might fuck it up.

Rather than go naked, she’d brought a sexy black leather dress that zipped all the way down the front. It hugged all her curves in the just the right places, the hem stopping at mid-thigh. Underneath it, she put on thigh-high sheer black stockings. She slipped into her trusty black kitten heels and took a step back, examining herself critically in the mirror. Not quite sexy enough. She lowered the zipper until most of her breasts were exposed. The snug dress had the effect of a push-up bra, lifting her breasts and giving her a deep cleavage. Much better.

She’d put her hair up in a loose pile of curls, entertaining a fantasy as she got herself ready of Master Cameron pulling one pin free, letting her hair tumble down as he took her into his arms…

Finally, she put on the slim red leather collar. As she buckled it into place, a submissive calm moved over and through her. Collars had always affected her that way, though in the past they’d only been for show.

Now she wore the real thing, a reminder that while she was on Masters Club property, she served at the pleasure of every Dom there. A shiver of thrilled excitement moved through her at the thought. Though it was probably too soon to say, she felt as if, at last, she’d found her people.

She took a last glance at her cell phone before placing it in the locker with her other things. Seven fifty-three. She needed to get a move on.

Using the key code Cleo had shared with her, she took the back elevator directly up to the third floor and made her way to the sexual training room. The door was ajar, the room empty. She entered, heart fluttering as she gazed around the space. She shuddered at the thought of being placed in that tall, narrow cage. She’d never liked being confined in small spaces.

She shifted her focus to the sexy leather sling that hung from chains secured in a thick ceiling beam. She instantly visualized herself in the swing, her wrists cuffed high along the back chains, her feet secured in the leather stirrups, legs spread wide for Master Cameron to step between, his cock fisted in his hand as he guided it into her wet heat…

“Come on, Jess, get a grip,” she sternly whispered, trying to ignore the sudden throb at her clit and tightening of her nipples.

She lowered herself to the yoga mat in the center of the room. Per Master Cameron’s earlier direction, she assumed the first position she’d learned at the Masters Club, butt resting on her heels, knees spread, hands open on her thighs. Closing her eyes, she focused on emptying her mind and relaxing her body.

Her eyes flew open at the sound of a man’s heavy tread out in the hall. A moment later, Master Cameron appeared, as gorgeous as ever. Tonight he was wearing black jeans over sturdy boots, an untucked black silk shirt stretched over his broad shoulders. He had a day or two of sexy stubble on his strong jaw, and a lock of dark hair had fallen over one eye, making him look younger than his forty years.

He stopped just inside the door. “Good evening, Jess,” he said, a small smile lifting his lips. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Good evening, Sir,” she replied, pleased at how calm she sounded, despite the quickening of her pulse.

“Wait up,” he pronounced abruptly.

This time Jess was ready. She rose to her feet, trying for fluid, but happy just to get up without stumbling. She steadied herself, legs shoulder-width apart, and lifted her arms over her head, crossing her wrists.

Master Cameron moved toward her in a saunter, like a panther getting ready to pounce. Stopping directly in front of her, he eyed her with a brazen, sweeping gaze.

Jess’s cheeks grew hot, her eyes flitting away from his as he looked her up and down. She maintained her position as he moved slowly around her. When he arrived once more in front of her, he purred, “Very nice, Jess. Very nice indeed.”

Unable to stop herself, Jess grinned like an idiot, delighted that she’d apparently pleased him with her choice of outfit.

Her grin fell away as he cupped one of her bare breasts in his hand. Her nipple poked hard against his palm as more heat flooded her face.