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  “How you doing tonight, Issy?”

  I gasped and pressed a hand over my heart.

  “You have to stop sneaking up on me like that, woman!”

  I looked up at the beautiful Domme leaning beside her locker.

  “Good thing we’re not out on the floor, doll, or I’d have you over a bench for that.”

  I rolled my eyes and smirked at Raine.

  “You love my cheekiness, admit it.”

  “Only because you make it look so adorable. The Australian accent helps, too. You still sure you don’t swing my way?”

  Heat bloomed over my cheeks. No matter how many times females hit on me, I always flushed.

  “Sorry, still straight as an arrow.”

  “Ah, well, can’t blame a girl for trying.”

  Smoothing out my mini dress I turned my back on Raine.

  “Zip me up?”

  Naturally, she ran her fingers up my spine first causing a soft sigh to escape. Her touch really was lovely. I’d been coming to the club for six months and had gone through their training program for new submissives. At the beginning I’d struggled with how comfortable everyone was being naked in front of each other. But over time, I’d discovered this lifestyle attracted all sorts. Not just young and thin, but all ages and shapes. It made me feel a lot better about showing my rounded curves occasionally. Which, with how much I loved shibari, was a good thing. It seemed like I was always flashing my boobs in the club. Good thing policy said I had to wear a g-string out on the floor. The private rooms were a different story. I frowned as I wondered if Monsieur Brian would want to give me aftercare in one of those rooms tonight. I loved being tied up, but I didn’t have sex with every Dom that touched me. I was extremely picky with who I gave that privilege to.

  “Such soft skin, doll. Monsieur Brian called you today, yes?”

  My body started heating with arousal as the zipper slid up slowly.

  “Yep, he’s demonstrating on me tonight.”

  Raine’s breath caressed my ear as she leaned in.

  “Monique may be full of shit most of the time, but she’s on the mark this time. Monsieur Brian is trussing you up for none other than Zeck from Right Time.”

  The whispered words landed in my stomach like a rock.

  “Shit.”

  I let my head drop forward as my blood cooled. This was the last thing I needed. Monique would no doubt see me and make my life hell until I left the country.

  “Dammit, I should have said no.”

  Raine gripped my shoulders and spun me around to face her.

  “No, you should have said yes, just like you did. Every submissive here could have said no and Monique still wouldn’t have been asked. She’s only here because her big sister is dating Monsieur Brian’s brother. We all tolerate her, but don’t think we’re all not keeping an eye on her. The first time she pushes things too far, she’ll be out on her perky little ass.”

  I begged for Raine to understand with my gaze.

  “She’s going to give me hell every second I’m at the club after this. You know she will.”

  Raine tweaked my nose, and I wriggled it to ease the tingle she’d created.

  “Have a little faith, doll. You, everyone likes. No one is going to let you get hassled. Now, I get to spend a couple of hours with you until Monsieur Brian’s guest arrives.”

  I gave her one last pleading look, which only earned me a smirk. I squeaked when as I walked beside Raine, she spanked my ass. Laughing, she placed a hand on the nape of my neck and gently led me out into the main area of the club.

  Two hours later, Raine led me over to Monsieur Brian’s station. The closer I got, the faster my heart beat. My mouth went dry when it dawned on me that I was about to get stripped down to my knickers in front of a world famous singer. I began to tremble. I couldn’t do this. Why on earth had I said yes?

  “Relax, doll. You’re safe. He’s like any other man here. Focus on the rope,” Raine whispered into my ear then kissed my cheek.

  “Monsieur Brian, your submissive as you requested.”

  “Thank you, Madame Raine, and thank you for taking such good care of her tonight. Issy, you look ravishing as always.”

  As I’d been trained, the moment Madame Raine removed her hand, I smoothly glided to my knees to kneel in front of Monsieur Brian. Focus. I needed to simply keep my focus away from the superstar on my right. Rope. That’s what tonight was about. The freedom and high I felt when I was enveloped by soft lengths of rope. With a deep breath, I smiled and allowed my shoulders to slump as the tension left me.

  ****

  Zeck

  She gracefully dropped to her knees, and my breath hitched. My skin had begun tingling with anticipation the moment I saw her moving across the floor toward me. She was bloody stunning. As I discreetly rearranged my erection with the heel of my palm, I wondered how long her hair would be if it wasn’t pinned up like it was. My fingers twitched with the thought of how soft it would feel to bury my hand in the golden lengths.

  “This is Issy. She’s Australian, so we can easily do this session in English. With safewords, we use the traffic light system here. If Issy says red, you stop and free her as fast as possible. Yellow, you need to stop and discuss what the issue is before continuing and green means she’s fine. Understand?”

  I nodded, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak. I’d never had lust hit me this hard and the woman was still dressed!

  “Rise and turn around, pet.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I frowned when she trembled. Was she afraid?

  “Don’t worry yourself. She’s merely nervous. Everyone here at the club is here voluntarily, and as I said last night, everything is consensual. Issy? Where are we?”

  “Green, Monsieur.”

  Brian turned her to face me, and I found myself staring into piercing green eyes. Recognition flared in her irises, and I knew she’d worked out who I was. I held my breath waiting for her to start screaming as disappointment swamped me. I’d had high hopes for this club. I’d thought I’d found somewhere I could be just another man.

  “Good evening, Monsieur. It’s a pleasure to be at your service tonight.”

  I cocked my head, struck silent for a moment. Had she not recognized me after all? And that voice. Her Australian accent had all my blood heading south, as she spoke in a husky sexy drawl I’d never get tired of hearing.

  “Thank you, Issy. I’m so glad you said yes to tonight.”

  Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. Brian started chuckling.

  “Yes, pet. He asked specifically for you. You made quite the impression on him last night with your and Monsieur Pierre’s shibari scene.”

  A peaceful look flowed over her face and her body loosened at the reminder. If the memory of a scene could do that, how would she react once she was trussed up tonight?

  “Let’s get started. Issy, present yourself.”

  “If you would please unzip my dress, Monsieur. I can’t reach the zipper.”

  The big Dom nodded with a kind smile. “Of course, pet. It is a beautiful dress, but your skin looks so exquisite bound in rope, I don’t want anything in the way. But I won’t be doing it. Monsieur Krys? Would you move in behind Issy and help her undress, please?”

  My lips quirked at Brian using my middle name. I wasn’t used to it, so I’d have to make sure I paid attention for it tonight. My heart rate picked up as I moved faster than I ever had. Standing inches from her, I inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet floral scent. My fingers trembled as I gripped her small zipper tab. Slowly I slid it down, the sides of the pretty green dress split open revealing pale perfection. Lifting up my other hand I trailed my fingers down her spine. She didn’t move, but I felt the shiver that ran through her and it had my heart racing. I clenched my jaw when I pushed the material over her fleshy hips. Emerald green lace flowed around her waist and disappeared between the lush smooth cheeks of her ass. I moved back as she stepped out of the material pooled ar
ound her ankles. I groaned and nearly swallowed my tongue when she bent over to collect the dress. Damn, but she had the finest ass I’d ever seen.

  “Enjoying the view, Monsieur Krys?”

  “You know I am.”

  “Tell her what you’re thinking. A big part of this lifestyle is communication, voicing our wants and desires. I do believe sweet Issy would enjoy hearing your opinion on her derriere.”

  I cleared my throat a couple of times. I was used to joking my way through whenever I felt at all awkward, but I couldn’t now. I knew a joke in this moment would destroy this beautiful creature before me. And that was the last thing I wanted.

  “Baby, you have the sexiest arse I’ve ever seen and I’m barely holding back from finding out if it’s as soft as it looks.”

  A dark chuckle came from Brian as Issy carefully folded the dress before she placed it on a nearby chair.

  “Thank you, Monsieur.”

  Her face was lowered, but I caught the slight blush over her cheeks as she turned to move back to stand in front of Brian.

  “You’ll find out soon enough.”

  Ignoring the promise in Brian’s words, I folded my arms across my chest once again to keep from reaching out for her as I took in her posture. She looked so sensual standing in her underwear. Her feet were shoulder width apart and her arms were behind her back. Each hand cupped the opposite elbow. Her head was lowered, facing the floor as she calmly waited.

  Brian walked over to a nearby table and lifted a bundle of rope that matched Issy’s g-string in color. How much planning went into these scenes? I couldn’t believe they’d fluked the rope matching her underwear. I opened my mouth to ask but stopped before I said anything. Issy gracefully leaned forward and kissed the center of the coil of rope as Brian held it out. When Brian shook out the bundle, I was transfixed. The rest of the club disappeared. All I could see was that emerald rope and Issy’s fair skin. Brian’s movements were fast but smooth as he bound her arms together. Every knot formed part of an intricate pattern. Once he’d finished with her arms he moved to stand in front of her again.

  “Where are we, pet?”

  “Green, Monsieur.”

  Her breathy voice had my dick twitching against my leather pants. Brian glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

  “Turn around and show Monsieur Krys how amazing you look from the front, pet.”

  My mouth watered when she turned. I’d seen her breasts last night, but not up close like this. They were large and soft and tipped with stiff pink nipples. What I’d give to wrap my lips around them both. Brian’s hands shifted to lift the mounds, and I groaned as he released them and they fell back where they were. I licked my dry lips.

  “You are stunning.”

  “Thank you, Monsieur.”

  Damn, that breathy voice of hers was going to have me coming in my pants. I ran the heel of my palm over my length through the leather. Brian grinned as he shook his head at me, and I shrugged. It was pretty obvious this little scene was arousing the hell out of me.

  Brian moved in front of her and pulled a length of rope over each shoulder. He made short work of binding her breasts so they sat high and thrust out begging for some loving. He moved down her torso creating a pattern of diamonds over her flesh. Taking a deep breath, I took her in. Her face looked so serene and peaceful. I doubted she was aware of anything going on around her, other than the feel of the rope. In that moment I decided I would master shibari. I wanted to put that look on Issy’s face. There was something about this woman that called to me like no other ever had … and I was sure it wasn’t simply because she was the first I’d seen tied up. Since walking in the door tonight, I’d had to turn down a couple of scantily clad submissives who offered me their services. One was particularly persistent, but she’d had that glint in her eye that said she knew who I was so I’d had no trouble turning her down. Several times. But Issy, I knew I’d never be able to turn her sweetness away.

  ****

  Monique

  I ran my tongue over my front teeth as I glared across the room. That little bitch had known Zeck was mine if he came back, and what did she do? Showed him how easy she was with anyone who could tie a knot. It was pathetic. The slutty little Australian should go back home and leave men like Zeck to be handled by a real woman. Like me.

  I’d been putting up with this little hellhole for months waiting for someone powerful or famous to come through the doors. I deserved to get my payoff for all I’d suffered. Letting these so-called Doms beat on my ass night after night. A shudder ran through me. I couldn’t fake it for much longer. I needed to find myself a man, someone rich that could afford to take care of me.

  I was a little surprised Brian hadn’t chosen a private room for this little scene of his. Zeck was obviously new to this kink crap. He was standing to the side watching Brian tie the little tart up. Sure, he was sporting an impressive erection, but come on. The man had bare tits in his face and he was only male. It didn’t mean he needed this lifestyle to be happy. If I caught him soon enough, I could convince him a nice normal girl was what he really needed. I patted my hair, making sure it was all still perfectly in place. He needed someone perfectly presented that would handle being in the media. Basically, he needed me.

  A growl escaped my throat when Zeck helped Brian strap the little tart down to a bench. Oh great. They were going to spank the little slut. I barely held in the urge to curl my lip. The silly twit looked like she actually enjoyed it. Her face was lax with bliss as Brian showed Zeck how to slap her ass. I huffed. Like any man needed instructions on how to slap a lump of flesh that big. You couldn’t miss even if you closed your eyes! I’d never understood society’s fascination with curvy women. I spent hours every day in the gym to keep my figure tight and trim. Unlike the fat Australian, there was no soft dimply flesh on my body.

  Bile rose up my throat when Zeck pulled his palm back and landed a blow on her ass. The idiot was smiling like he’d found a case of money. I ran my palms down my dress, looking like I was simply checking everything was how it should be. When I reached my special hidden pocket, I pressed the button to activate the small camera I had carefully set up. I hoped I was close enough to get enough to work with. I tapped my finger a few times, taking more photos of Zeck beating the fat tart’s ass.

  I shook my head with a huff when the silly man moved to press himself against the tart’s now red ass. He was pressing that impressive length of his against her. Damn it! It should be me he was sexing up, not her. I tapped another couple of pictures vowing to make him pay for ignoring me. When all this was over, he would come to me. He would need a nice pretty normal woman to show the world he wasn’t an abusive asshole like the rest of them in here. And conveniently, I’d be there to help soothe his hurt ego and help him move on from this horrible mistake.

  When Zeck helped the tart straighten from the bench, he palmed her breasts and kissed her shoulder. Like they were lovers or some shit. Gagging, I turned and strode to the change room. I’d seen all I could handle for tonight, and now I had work to do. I so loved the digital age. All I had to do was go home, upload the images and send off a few emails. I grinned. I may even be able to make some money out of the photos.

  “You’re calling it a night early. Everything okay?”

  I turned toward Raine with as sweet a smile as I could manage. I needed to keep up the facade a little longer.

  “I’m feeling a little ill, so I’m heading home. Night, Madame.”

  Raine didn’t respond, but I could feel her gaze on me until I slipped through the door to the change room. I sighed as I leaned back against the closed door. The room was empty. After a couple deep breaths, I headed to my locker and quickly changed. I needed to get home and work out how best to use my new pretty pictures.

  Chapter Two

  Zeck

  Propped up on one elbow I swept my gaze over the beauty lying beside me. Issy was on her side facing me and sound asleep. Her golden hair was a mess
around her face, and her relaxed expression made her look so sweet and innocent. I knew better. I grinned as I remembered all we’d done over the course of the night. My little Aussie was a wild one.

  Lightly with a single fingertip, I traced over a line of red that curved from her ribs to under her breast. She truly loved being bound in rope. When I’d first seen the scrapes and bruising last night I’d panicked. I hated that she’d been hurt. But she was quick to soothe my fears. Turned out, she loves the marks. Apparently they helped her remember how great she’d felt tied up. Crazy girl. Although, I was fairly certain I was as crazy as she was because when her skin had turned red beneath my palm last night I’d felt ten feet tall. I wanted to see my marks on her. I wanted to possess her.

  My heart ached, and alarm bells went off in my mind. I’d never felt this sort of connection with a woman before. I’d known her for less than twenty-four hours but already she was vital to me. I needed her.

  Fuck.

  This was what Dillon must have felt when he first met Ashlyn. I understood now. I stroked down Issy’s soft skin until my palm rested over her flat stomach. The skin was tight and smooth. What would it look like swollen with life? I shook my head. Watching Dillon and Ashlyn was getting to me. I wasn’t ready to be a father. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to get a woman pregnant after only knowing her for one bloody day!

  Pulling my hand away I rubbed my eyes and rolled onto my back. What was I going to do? I was falling in deep with Issy. I didn’t want to send her away. But I knew I couldn’t keep her. Between all the rounds of hot sex, we’d talked. I knew she had less than a month before she had to go home to Australia. Would that be enough? Could I send her off home after having her for weeks? Maybe it would be easier to send her on her way today. The way my heart was aching, I knew after that amount of time I’d be head over heels for her and would happily beg her to stay. A smile slipped over my face. No, I wouldn’t be begging. I’d simply tie her up so she couldn’t go.