Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
She wouldn’t have understood her feelings and I would have failed at explaining them to her. She was degrading what we had by thinking her submission made her weak. It doesn’t make her any less of an equal to submit. If anything she has the upper hand. I’m the one who needs to know the limits, her limits. The limits that she sets.
But she didn’t accept that. She wouldn’t. She left me and I let her go, burying myself in work as a punishment more than anything else.
Until I met Lynn and created this place. Club X.
A smile curls my lips up.
I never dreamed it would grow to be something so … powerful. This lifestyle has always been a passion of mine. The darkness may have been hidden and subdued, but it’s always been there. I didn’t know how lucrative my expertise would turn out to be.
This rebuilt mansion is an escape to debauchery and sin for the rich and powerful. Our security and use of non disclosure agreements as well as the clientele make Club X unique and desirable. We’re exclusive and that makes the members even more eager to join. Most only know of Club X through word of mouth. We don’t have a website and we aren’t interested in advertising. With a ten thousand per month membership fee, we don’t need more business.
This club may be my profession, but it’s so much more than that.
It’s something I want to show my cherry. I know she’d love it. She’s the most submissive woman I’ve ever met. She’s confident and professional, but she craves an escape from responsibility. She loves handing over power to those she can trust. She may not be aware of it, but it’s liberating for her.
I need that exchange of power. I need her back in my life.
I haven’t had a steady relationship for years. I haven’t even had a submissive or played downstairs for months. I haven’t wanted like this in so damn long.
Not since she left me.
I click to my email and hover the mouse over send. But I can’t do it. I can’t let her know that I’m here just yet. I’m afraid she’ll run.
I stare at the screen, feeling pissed off to even be in this predicament. I know one thing for sure, as soon as I get her in here, I’m not letting her go.
At that thought, an idea strikes me.
“Lynn?” I call out of my office and my business partner, the face of the business really, peers into my doorway.
We met years ago and hit it off right away as friends, good friends too. We aren’t anything more than that, and we both like it that way. In this line of business, that makes what we do much easier.
“What can I do for you Joshua?” she asks, walking in but only taking a few steps into my office.
I don’t want my sweet Alena, my Cherry, knowing I want her here. I want her to come here on her own.
I tell her, “I need you to send an email for me.”
She tilts her head with her forehead pinched, “am I your secretary now?” There’s a touch of humor, but also slight disbelief.
“It’s an invitation and it can’t come from me.” I tap my knuckles on the desk, debating on whether or not I should tell her.
Judging by the smile on her face, she doesn’t need to know more. Lynn is an expert at judging facial expressions and apparently I’ve given more than enough away.
“I’m happy to help,” she says with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
ALENA
Iswallow thickly looking up at the large wooden doors. This is for me. A Christmas present of sorts for myself. I’m finally going to go through with it. My heartbeat races and my palms are sweaty. I’ve never done anything like this. I haven’t even been with a man in years.
As pathetic as that sounds, work has taken priority. I’m more than ready for this.
I had a boyfriend, Joshua, years ago, who made me want this. He was my first in every way. He teased me with the idea of being a submissive. Really, I teased myself. He wanted me to kneel, to crawl to him, to obey his commands and let him tie me up. I’m wet just thinking about him and his dirty words.
I was convinced that lowering yourself to be submissive was wrong and dirty. That it was degrading.
But I’m obsessed.
Even more, I’m turned on by the idea.
“Come here Cherry, be a good girl for me,” his seductive words echo in my memory and I have to close my eyes and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My heart clenches at the memory, so does my pussy. Joshua was good to me.
But he didn’t last. Your firsts never do. We each wanted different things and moved on, going our separate ways. It was hard at first, even if it was my decision.