At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

Of course, she did no such thing, glad no one could read her tumultuous thoughts.

After a minute or so, he closed the laptop lid and looked down at her. “I just sent you the link to the membership app and the positions training video, along with my personal contact info. We’ve thrown a lot at you. You’ll also need to enter your profile data on the app. If you have certain hard limits or triggers, there’s a place there to indicate what they are. Please, feel free to contact me via my personal email with any questions or concerns you want to bring to my attention.”

The subtext being, “Don’t discuss this with me at work.” Not that she ever would. Email was definitely better. That way he couldn’t see if she was blushing or not.

“Your assignment this week is to practice and memorize the twelve basic Masters Club slave positions. We will reconvene here at the club this coming Friday evening at eight p.m. You can contact Vince, our driver, anytime you need a ride to the club, though be aware he might not always be immediately available.”

“Got it. Thank you, Master Cameron.” How thrilling it was to call him that!

“When I see you on Friday evening, I’ll take you through the slave positions and assess your skill level. If I decide you’ve mastered the positions sufficiently, we’ll go from there. Please be prepared to devote the entire evening to the club. The dungeon remains open until two a.m. Any questions?”

Do you have the slightest bit of interest in me, not just as a club asset, but as a woman? Are you a good kisser? Will you kiss me right now, so I can find out?

Cut it out, she sternly admonished herself. Cameron Lord is off limits.

“No, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she said aloud, the very picture of demure submission.

The second Jess got home, she installed and opened the app Master Cameron had sent her. Membership was broken down by club location, and then by orientation—Dom, sub or switch. She fully intended to read up on all the Doms and subs at the New York club, but first she scrolled rapidly through the alphabetical Dom listing until she came to Master Cameron.

There was a thumbnail picture of his face, those clear gray eyes staring directly into the camera, the hint of a smile in the lift of his lips. He radiated a kind of calm, irresistible power that made her weak in the knees. He really was an incredibly good-looking guy, there was no denying that.

Her gaze moved to the information section.

Orientation – Dominant

D/s Relationship Status – Single

Seeking a full-time Master/slave relationship? – No

Seeking a full-time submissive? – No

Intensity Level – hardcore impact play, bondage, edge play

There was also a section at the bottom called Notes, which Jess assumed was for any personal information or extenuating circumstances. Master Cameron’s Notes section was blank.

Her eye returned to D/s relationship status. So, Master Cameron didn’t have his own sub.

That was a good thing.

Nor was he seeking one.

That was a good thing, too, since Jess certainly wasn’t looking to get involved with him on that level. Not while she still worked at Silverstein & Hart.

She’d scrolled through dozens of Dom profiles from various clubs around the world. While they weren’t all gorgeous like Cameron Lord, every single one was a serious, dedicated player in the scene. Unlike the public clubs, where an experienced, quality Dom was as rare as hen’s teeth, she had stumbled into a BDSM paradise, courtesy of Cameron Lord.

Chapter 11

On Friday evening, Cameron pulled his Porsche into the Masters Club private garage. As he exited the car, he glanced at his watch. Seven fifty-two. He had meant to be there earlier, but a traffic jam near Washington Square Park had slowed him down.

He shot off a quick text to Vince, who texted back that he had delivered Jess to the club at seven forty-five. By prearrangement, Cleo was to bring her up to the mirror room at eight. Cameron made his way directly to the third floor. For the first time since the Sunday before, he allowed himself to focus fully on his new charge, Jess.

He recognized it hadn’t been one of his wisest decisions to invite her to audition at the club. He’d allowed the strictly drawn lines between his professional and personal life to become blurred.

However, he didn’t regret it. After all, it was an excellent opportunity for Jess to properly explore her inner sub, and she would definitely be a fine addition to the Masters Club. He’d seen an opportunity and he’d seized it. He would manage the potential risk by keeping his interaction with her at the Masters Club strictly to that of mentor and mentee.

To her credit, this past week at work Jess had exhibited total discretion during the brief moments when their paths had crossed. He’d seen her once in the breakroom, and she’d been in attendance at a meeting about the Lansing project. Both times she had comported herself with impeccable professionalism.