At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

“Come in, Jess,” the woman continued, stepping back and gesturing Jess into a room that looked exactly like a typical gynecologist’s office, except for a small camera perched high in one corner of the room, a light blinking green above the lens.

There was a high counter with a sink set into it, various jars and bottles lined neatly alongside. The exam table was fitted with stirrups and covered with a clean, white fitted sheet. Jess’s gut clenched a little at the sight, wondering what exactly was in store for her.

“My name is Mistress Olivia. I’m a registered nurse, and I will be assisting Master Hayden today. Hop up on the table and I’ll get your vitals and draw a little blood for analysis. We have an arrangement with a lab down the street, and we can get the results back within the hour, texted directly to Master Hayden’s cell.”

Heart pattering, Jess did as she was told. Mistress Olivia performed a basic physical, taking Jess’s blood pressure, checking her eyes, ears, nose and throat, and listening to her heart and lungs. She took a quick verbal medical history, tapping information into an iPad.

Apparently satisfied, she had Jess extend her arm for the blood test. Jess, a little squeamish around needles, closed her eyes as the needle slid into her vein. Mistress Olivia was, fortunately, a good nurse, and she drew the blood without any pain. She slipped the vial into an envelope and wrote something on the front of it.

A moment later, there was a light tap at the door, which Cleo had left ajar.

“Come in, Brandon,” Mistress Olivia said, turning toward the stocky, muscular guy in his mid-twenties who stood there. He was African American, with large dark eyes over a hawk-shaped nose, his cheekbones well defined, his jaw strong. He wore only a pair of black spandex shorts that hugged his prominent package, along with gold hoops pierced through each nipple. He had on a necklace with a ring hanging from it in the same design as the ring Cleo wore—a hammered silver band with a gold O-ring dangling from it.

“Take this down to the lab. They’re expecting you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Brandon replied deferentially. He stole a glance at Jess as he took the envelope, giving her a quick, shy smile.

As he left the room, a man a little over six feet entered from a side door Jess hadn’t noticed. He was dressed in blue scrubs, a stethoscope around his neck. Jess had been expecting someone older, but this man was in his early thirties, if that. His eyes were a deep sapphire blue, his lips curled in a devilish smile, a deep cleft in his strong chin. His skin was golden tan, and his wavy light brown hair had streaks of blond in it, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors.

Master Cameron’s handsome face flashed into her mind’s eye, the physical contrast between the two Doms immediately apparent. At first glance, Master Hayden came across as the All-American boy next door, sunny and playful. He was definitely a very good-looking guy.

If he’d propositioned her for a scene at a public club, she probably would have refused. There was something hard in his eyes—even dangerous—that sent a shiver through Jess’s core. But now she had no choice but to submit.

Master Cameron, on the other hand, with his reserved manner, unsmiling countenance and piercing gray eyes, might be perceived as the more forbidding of the two. Yet, something powerful—something kindred—had passed between them when he’d appeared beyond the glass. Where she’d been teetering on the edge of failure, his kind, centering gaze had given her the courage to continue.

Master Hayden fixed his gaze on Jess, who was still sitting on the exam table. “Wait up,” he directed.

Jess stared back at him as she tried to process the meaning of his words. Wait up? She hadn’t been going anywhere. What was he saying?

“Well?” Master Hayden snapped. “Is there a problem?”

Mistress Olivia smiled, placing a hand lightly on Master Hayden’s arm. “She’s still a newbie, Hayden. Cut her some slack.” Turning to Jess, she said, “He’s referring to the position. If you join us, you’ll be trained in the twelve basic sub positions that are used at the Masters Club. Wait and wait up are two basic standing poses. Wait means you stand with legs slightly apart, arms in box position behind your back. Wait up is similar, except you cross your wrists above your head so he has easier access to your body.”

Jess slipped from the exam table. Standing as directed, she raised her arms over her head, clasping each wrist with trembling hands. She was both turned on and incredibly nervous about whatever was to come. Unfortunately, the nerves were getting the upper hand.

“Much better,” Master Hayden said, moving to stand directly in front of her. Reaching around her, he gave her a sudden, vicious smack on the ass that brought tears to her eyes. She managed to maintain her position, arms overhead.