“May I have
a key, please?”
“Of course.” He lifted one from a board set into a recess on the
wall. “Your usual locker is available.”
She
shrugged out of her thin coat. “It isn’t often I get a special call from Reulas
asking for my presence. Or my participation in a special
event. A demonstration, he said?”
Anton smiled. “We
are introducing a new activity tonight. I believe he thinks you are the perfect
sub for it.”
“A performance?” She lifted an eyebrow. “I
haven’t done one in a while.”
“Reulas
knows what he’ s doing . You ’re one of his favorites,”
She
knew that. She also had a feeling the Dom involved with the demonstration would
be hard core . For some time now the Doms she’d been playing with hadn’t really fulfilled her needs , More and more she wanted someone to push her past one edge and then another . She’d talked to
Reulas about the ramping up of her needs. Told him about the extremes she now
wanted from her Doms. Reulas, being the careful person he was, questioned her
very carefully until he was assured she knew what she wanted and needed.
Satisfied, he told her he’d take care of her. Maybe this was his idea of giving
her what she’d asked for. Kelly trusted him. Knew he wouldn’t put her with
anyone who was too over the top. Still, he had acknowledged her need for a more
demanding Dom, a more inventive one.
Anton
nodded toward the cloakroom. “I’d put my things away. Even for someone special,
Reulas doesn ’t
like to be kept waiting.” Then he surprised her with a conspiratorial wink. “He
listened to what you said to him and set this up. But be prepared. We have a
very large crowd tonight.”
Kelly
smoothed down her short, red leather skirt, adjusted the fabric of her
abbreviated halter top, also in screaming red, gave her long blonde hair one
last flip and strode into the main lounge on her stiletto thigh-high boots. She
paused at the end of the short hall, just as it widened into the lounge, and
paused to take a long look. It was indeed crowded tonight. Every table, every
couch and chair was filled. Even the bar stools were all occupied. An air of
excitement shimmered like electricity in the room.
Nodding
and smiling at some familiar faces, she looked around for a place she might
sit, wondering if someone would tell her what was on the schedule.
“Thank
you so much for accepting my request for this evening.”
The
club owner was a man of mystery. No one really knew where he’d come from or how
he’d come to open Club Fantasy. They were all aware, however, that he ran the
most upscale, exclusive dungeon in the state. Probably one of
the top five in the country. She had been a member for five years, known
by the regulars as someone who chose her Doms very carefully. Never played with a certain one for too long a period of time. But with a reputation for being responsive and sexually satisfying she had her
pick of Masters. That she was chosen for whatever was on tonight’s agenda
excited her, made her nipples tighten and her pussy throb in anticipation.
Knowing Reulas, it was sure to be something that would appeal to her
complicated needs.
“Allow
me to introduce a very special friend of mine.” He stepped to the side. “Kelly
LeBlanc, meet Tanner Sloat.”
At
this point in her life it took a lot to steal Kelly’s breath away, but the man
with Reulas managed to do it in an instant. He wasn’t as tall
as most of the men she played with, probably not more than five ten, which
suited her petite frame just fine. But it was a well-defined, sexually
sizzling five foot ten. His body was muscular, not gym-conditioned, but that of
a man who did some kind of hard labor for a living. Midnight black hair hung in
a thick curtain of silk just to his shoulders and matching hair dusted the hard
wall of his chest. His eyes were an unusual pale grey, fringed with thick black
lashes, silver beacons in a square-jawed face with high cheekbones.
He
exuded raw
a key, please?”
“Of course.” He lifted one from a board set into a recess on the
wall. “Your usual locker is available.”
She
shrugged out of her thin coat. “It isn’t often I get a special call from Reulas
asking for my presence. Or my participation in a special
event. A demonstration, he said?”
Anton smiled. “We
are introducing a new activity tonight. I believe he thinks you are the perfect
sub for it.”
“A performance?” She lifted an eyebrow. “I
haven’t done one in a while.”
“Reulas
knows what he’ s doing . You ’re one of his favorites,”
She
knew that. She also had a feeling the Dom involved with the demonstration would
be hard core . For some time now the Doms she’d been playing with hadn’t really fulfilled her needs , More and more she wanted someone to push her past one edge and then another . She’d talked to
Reulas about the ramping up of her needs. Told him about the extremes she now
wanted from her Doms. Reulas, being the careful person he was, questioned her
very carefully until he was assured she knew what she wanted and needed.
Satisfied, he told her he’d take care of her. Maybe this was his idea of giving
her what she’d asked for. Kelly trusted him. Knew he wouldn’t put her with
anyone who was too over the top. Still, he had acknowledged her need for a more
demanding Dom, a more inventive one.
Anton
nodded toward the cloakroom. “I’d put my things away. Even for someone special,
Reulas doesn ’t
like to be kept waiting.” Then he surprised her with a conspiratorial wink. “He
listened to what you said to him and set this up. But be prepared. We have a
very large crowd tonight.”
Kelly
smoothed down her short, red leather skirt, adjusted the fabric of her
abbreviated halter top, also in screaming red, gave her long blonde hair one
last flip and strode into the main lounge on her stiletto thigh-high boots. She
paused at the end of the short hall, just as it widened into the lounge, and
paused to take a long look. It was indeed crowded tonight. Every table, every
couch and chair was filled. Even the bar stools were all occupied. An air of
excitement shimmered like electricity in the room.
Nodding
and smiling at some familiar faces, she looked around for a place she might
sit, wondering if someone would tell her what was on the schedule.
“Thank
you so much for accepting my request for this evening.”
The
club owner was a man of mystery. No one really knew where he’d come from or how
he’d come to open Club Fantasy. They were all aware, however, that he ran the
most upscale, exclusive dungeon in the state. Probably one of
the top five in the country. She had been a member for five years, known
by the regulars as someone who chose her Doms very carefully. Never played with a certain one for too long a period of time. But with a reputation for being responsive and sexually satisfying she had her
pick of Masters. That she was chosen for whatever was on tonight’s agenda
excited her, made her nipples tighten and her pussy throb in anticipation.
Knowing Reulas, it was sure to be something that would appeal to her
complicated needs.
“Allow
me to introduce a very special friend of mine.” He stepped to the side. “Kelly
LeBlanc, meet Tanner Sloat.”
At
this point in her life it took a lot to steal Kelly’s breath away, but the man
with Reulas managed to do it in an instant. He wasn’t as tall
as most of the men she played with, probably not more than five ten, which
suited her petite frame just fine. But it was a well-defined, sexually
sizzling five foot ten. His body was muscular, not gym-conditioned, but that of
a man who did some kind of hard labor for a living. Midnight black hair hung in
a thick curtain of silk just to his shoulders and matching hair dusted the hard
wall of his chest. His eyes were an unusual pale grey, fringed with thick black
lashes, silver beacons in a square-jawed face with high cheekbones.
He
exuded raw
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