Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Jess Cooper,” Dominique intoned ponderously, as if about to deliver a verdict from the bench. “The judges have conferred, and it has been agreed that we wish to extend you an invitation to join the Masters Club as a pleasure submissive.
“One of the prerequisites of membership is a complete physical, to be conducted by our club physician. He is available this Sunday morning at ten o’clock, if that works for you. The physical will include a urine test and blood test to assure the absence of any STD or other illness that might affect your ability to serve. Assuming you pass the physical, you will undergo initial training with an assigned mentor, in order to bring you up to the level required to allow you to serve as a Masters Club sub.
“As a part of your training, you will be required to memorize and perform the twelve basic slave positions on command. You will receive additional training as deemed necessary by your mentor.
“As a pleasure submissive, you’ll be expected to serve the Masters and Mistresses of the club a minimum of ten hours per month, be it here in New York or at one of our other locations around the world. Your service will include intensive impact play, bondage and providing the Doms with sexual pleasure—everything short of sexual intercourse. That’s not to say you can’t engage in sexual intercourse with a member of the club, but it’s not a requirement of being a pleasure sub. And we discourage full-on intercourse in the main dungeon.” She flashed a brief smile. “There are private areas for that.”
Without his permission or consent, Cameron’s libido instantly kicked into high gear. The fantasy of taking Jess to one of the private playrooms for a little intensive one-on-one erotic play was a powerful one. He could easily imagine strapping the lovely naked girl into the sex sling and pulling her forward until she was impaled on his cock. That way, he could stare into her eyes as he claimed her.
Whoa. Bad idea.
Cameron popped the fantasy with a virtual pin, forcing his attention back to the moment.
“Based on what I have described so far, are you interested in continuing?” Dominique asked.
Jess lifted her head at this direct question. “Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you. Thank you all.” She beamed around at them, her face a study of wonderment and awe that was heartbreaking in its innocence. It reminded him yet again just how young she was. Even if they didn’t have the work conflict, the age gap between them was significant. What would she even see in a guy more than a decade older than she?
~*~
As if on cue, all four Doms rose from their chairs. Jess was in a daze, overwhelmed by everything happening so fast. She’d done it! She’d passed the audition!
While she’d tried to keep her focus on Mistress Dominique as the Domme outlined the terms of membership, she was so keenly aware of Master Cameron’s presence it had been hard to concentrate.
“Welcome to the Masters Club,” Master Cameron said, smiling down at her. He held out a hand. She took it, allowing him to hoist her upright. It was surreal to be standing there naked with Cameron Lord. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She felt as if she’d somehow fallen into the pages of one of her BDSM romance novels, sans the romance, but still, it was pretty awesome. She’d read a dozen stories about submissives being trained by exacting Masters, but had never dreamed something like this could happen to her. A small part of her brain questioned if she was up to the task.
Over the past year, she had come to regard herself as a seasoned player, capable of handling intense erotic pain. But clearly there was a whole lot more to submission than a sexually masochistic bent, especially at the Masters Club.
Master Cameron looked so sexy in his cashmere and leather, his dark hair falling over one eye. When she’d seen him sitting in the fourth chair on her return to the audition room, her heart had contracted as if someone had reached into her chest and squeezed. It made everything a hundred times more real to see him there, no longer separated by the two-way mirror.
What would happen now? Would he take her to the dungeon? Would they share a hot, sexy scene? The thought was beyond thrilling, though also a little intimidating. It would be surreal to scene with her boss. No. Not her boss. Not here. Here he was Master Cameron, and she was a pleasure sub at the Masters Club!
But, to her dismay, he did not ask her to scene. He said instead, “Vince, our driver, will take you home now.”
“But”—Jess cut herself off after that single word. She’d been about to whine that she didn’t want to go home, but subs didn’t whine. They accepted their Masters’ dictates with grace. And, truth to tell, she was feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment. There was so much to process.