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“It seems like a lot to go through to join. Why do
people do it?”

“Because we offer something here you cannot get
anywhere else. We fulfill fantasy. We quench the curious.”

Mia’s hand shook as she brought her drink to her
mouth.

“The curious?”

“Yes. That’s where this job offer comes in. I want
you to help the curious satisfy their curiosity.”

Jake brought Mia another drink just as she finished
the first one. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

Asher moved closer and took her hand. While rubbing
his thumb across the inside of her palm, he leaned over so that his
breath tickled at her ear.

“You understand exactly what I’m talking about and as
I told you last night, I rarely kid, Missive Mia.”

Mia felt the heat rise in her face. Asher let go of
her hand and sat back in his stool. She stared into his dancing
chocolate eyes. The same eyes she fantasized about staring into as
she came at his touch. Sheer and utter attraction took over her
body and she almost forgot her question. The question that had
bothered her all day.

“Why me?” She looked away as she asked the
question.

“Because you are the perfect candidate.”

Candidate.
That’s what she wanted to know. He
didn’t want her for her. He wanted her for the position and that
was it, just an employment agreement. Tears welled in her eyes. She
slid off the stool. She had to get away from Asher Cane. His hand
gripped her forearm.

“I don’t think you understand. You may go only after
you hear the whole proposition. Come with me.”

“Let go of me. I need to leave,” she hissed through
her clenched teeth. Tears of humiliation streamed down her
face.

Asher took a handkerchief from the inside pocket of
his suit jacket and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. He
cupped her cheeks in his palms and guided her face upward so she
had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

“Listen to me. I would never hurt you. Please, hear
me out.”

Mia tensed but shook her head in the affirmative.

Chapter Six

Asher closed the door of the company limousine he’d
summoned for Mia. He watched in sadness as the car drove off into
the sea of taxicab yellow on Fifth Avenue. He’d pushed her too far
or maybe it was too fast. She’d listened to his pitch. The position
was hers but he had a request. She would need to be trained and he
wanted to be the man for the job. He even took her on a tour of the
Rose Room. The room he had reserved for what he hoped to be their
first evening of training. The Rose Room contained a large soaking
tub and a huge four-poster carved wood bed as he’d described to her
on Twitter. He had even had the silk restraints tied to the bed and
a silky crimson robe neatly folded on the pillow. He’d watched as
Mia walked up to the bed and fingered the material of the robe.
She’d picked up the restraint tie and let it run through her hand
and drop onto the mattress. He had been filled with promise as she
turned to him but instead of the small grin he’d expected to form
on her lips he’d seen fear in her eyes. She’d shaken her head and
whispered, “I’m sorry,” as she rushed out of the room.

Asher replayed his actions in his head as he headed
back to his office. He slammed his office door and hit his fist on
his desk.
What an ass
. He scared her off. Not only did he
frightened her but he also looked like a stalker. God, what was his
life coming to? He was really fucked in the head. Why couldn’t he
have a plain vanilla relationship? These rare insecurities flooded
his mind as he packed his briefcase for the day. He was going to
have a quick drink to drown his sorrows at the SRE lounge before
retiring to his suite for the evening.

“Bad day, boss?”

“You can say that, Jake. Give me a double,
please.”

Asher finished his drink when he heard the chime on
his phone indicating he’d received an email. He was about to ignore
it but instinctively glanced at the sender. It was a direct message
notification from Twitter. He quickly logged into his account from
his smart phone.

Why are you pushing me?

Damn it, Mia. I think we could be great

together. I also think you would be

great for SRE

Is this just about SRE?

Then it hit him. Why didn’t he see it before? She
thought he was using her for business. Fuck The Satin Rose
Experience. He wanted her. Period.

No. SRE was a convenient

way for me to get close to you.

I want YOU. With or without SRE.

Forgive me. I’m relationship challenged.

I’m ready to play in the sandbox.

Chapter Seven

Asher had one eye on his watch and the other on the
bank of elevators as he nursed his drink in the lounge. She was
late and a fleeting thought entered his mind that she’d had a
change of heart. Glancing back to the lobby, his breath hitched in
his throat when he saw her. His heart raced with anticipation when
he realized she’d followed his instructions perfectly. Her dark
hair hung loose down her back and ended in curls right above her
ass. It was the first time he had seen her without her hair tied in
a bun. She wore a short, fitted black dress and patent leather
platform stiletto pumps.

He approached her, took her hand in his and brought
it to his lips. “You look amazing. I assume you followed all
instructions?”

He slid his hand under her hair and grazed his
fingers down her back. His cock instantly swelled when he felt the
absence of undergarments. Yes, she’d followed his directions
exactly.

“Would you like a drink?”

“No. I’m ready for you.” Instead of looking nervously
at him with childlike glances as she had in the past, she stared
him right in the eye.

He nodded and led her to suite number eight, The Rose
Room. Asher ensured the room was set exactly to his specifications.
Tea light candles and deep red rose bouquets were placed throughout
the suite. Candlelight flickered across the room casting a cozy
oasis appearance. All of the suites in The Satin Rose Experience
were insulated so once the door was closed, all sounds from the
outside world disappeared. Asher led Mia to a small sofa in the
corner.

“Before we get started we need to go over a couple of
things. First, I want to make sure you are onboard and have no
reservations.” He searched her eyes, afraid to detect any sign of
ambivalence.

“Absolutely, no reservations.”

Asher’s erection strained against his suit pants. He
wasn’t sure how he was going to keep control.

“Second. This is important because we haven’t talked
about it yet. In every Dom/sub relationship the couple agrees to a
safe word. If either person speaks that word, all actions cease. Do
you understand?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of that before. What’s our safe
word?”

“Thorn.”

“Okay, thorn it is.”

“Last order of business. Every suite in The Satin
Rose Experience is outfitted with surveillance equipment. There are
a few reasons for this. Some couples want to be recorded with
either audio, video or both and we provide that service, but
there’s also a security reason for it. The couple can give us their
safe word and the session is monitored. If the safe word is spoken
but the other party does not stop, our security team intervenes.
It’s a part of our service to ensure our clients can explore in a
safe environment. That service is usually elected for a first time
experience. It’s your choice. If you would like this, say yes now
and security will continue monitoring the suite. If you prefer
privacy I will have them disable the audio/video feed.”

“You mean they’re watching us right now?” Mia looked
around the room searching for a camera.

Asher laughed. “Yes, they monitor all of the suites.
I assure you, it’s very discreet.”

“I trust that you won’t hurt me and I prefer this be
between us and us only, so please, turn it off.”

Asher stood and looked at the mantel above the small
fireplace. He made the “cut” gesture with his hand across his neck.
“Done. Are you ready?” He held his hand out.

He watched Mia’s chest rise and fall with a deep
breath as she took his hand. Asher led her to the bathroom where he
turned on the water in the large sunken tub. He added fragrant oil
from an ornate glass bottle in the corner. After checking the
water’s temperature he dried his hands as he surveyed Mia from head
to toe. She shifted from foot to foot and looked at the ground.

“Mia, look at me. I want you to always look me in the
eye, not down at the ground. This is about you feeling comfortable
in your own skin. You are incredibly beautiful. Own it, baby.”

Mia’s posture changed immediately. She stood straight
up with her shoulders back and looked him in the eye. She was so
willing and he knew she would be easy to train. He became more
aware of his growing erection by the second. He walked in a circle
around her body and stopped directly in back of her. He turned her
so that she was facing the mirror.

“Look at yourself, Mia,” he whispered in her ear.

His hands traveled from her shoulders down over her
hips to the hem of her dress.

“Lift your arms.”

Slowly he peeled her dress from her body over her
head. Dropping the dress onto the floor, he ran his fingertips
lightly over her outstretched arms and tickled the warm area of her
armpit. He was relieved to hear Mia giggle.

“See, it doesn’t have to be all serious. I’ve just
learned that you are ticklish. Let’s see what else makes Mia
tick.”

She grinned as she looked at her reflection in the
mirror.

“Ah, she likes what she sees,” Asher said and laughed
softly. “What’s not to like? You are perfect.” He placed his hands
on her shoulders and pulled her body so that her back leaned into
him. He watched their reflection as his hands traveled from her
shoulders to her breasts. Wrapping one arm under her breasts, he
savored her warm, soft flesh as it rested on his forearm. The
fingertips from his free hand alternately played and teased one
nipple at a time until they pebbled at his touch. Mia rested her
head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes and watch,” Asher commanded.

Her eyes flew open and she stared at his reflection
as Asher’s hand trailed farther down her body. His gaze followed
his hand and a smile crossed his lips when he realized Mia was bare
down there.

“Your pussy looks perfect. Use your fingers to open
for me.”

Without hesitation, Mia reached down and used her
index and middle finger to spread her folds. Her lips were
glistening and he knew she was as turned on as he was.

“Touch yourself, Mia.”

She looked at him questioningly.

“It’s okay. Go ahead and touch yourself.”

Slowly, her free hand reached down and her fingers
ran up and down her wet pussy.

“That’s it. Now go ahead and fuck yourself with your
fingers.”

Mia put two fingers into her core and whimpered a
soft moan.

“I want to hear you. Don’t hold back. I want to you
to bring yourself to the edge but don’t come until I say so.”

Mia moaned and breathlessly called his name as her
thumb found her sensitive nub. Asher had never experienced anything
as sexy as Mia fingering her own pussy while he watched in the
mirror. Her breath quickened, her moans became deeper and
louder.

“Asher….please…please.”

“Stop.”

She stopped and a mischievous grin crossed his face
when a groan escaped from her lips. Her pleading eyes reflecting
through the mirror caused his breath to catch in his throat.

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me. But don’t close your
eyes. Look at me.”

He wanted to see her expression when she came for him
for the first time. Her eyes darkened and she screamed his name as
his fingers joined hers inside her channel. He needed to feel the
rhythm of her body’s involuntary spasms contracting and releasing.
He held her close as she shuddered and sank into his arms.

“Come. Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

****

Mia emerged from the bath warmed to her core. The
exotic oil mixed with the scent of roses that filled the suite
created a heady potion. She was lightheaded from the lovely scent
and dancing candle flames. Every inch of her skin buzzed from the
sensual scrubbing Asher gave her just moments before. He wrapped
her in a fluffy towel and painstakingly combed her hair until it
lay like a silky blanket on her back. Asher exchanged the towel for
the crimson robe she had seen earlier that day folded neatly on the
bed. The weightless fabric cooled her heated skin. Asher cinched
the sash around her waist as her nipples hardened from the cool
silk against her skin and the anticipation of what was yet to
come.

Asher guided her out of the bathroom. Cupping her
face in his palms, Mia could barely breathe as she awaited his
kiss, their first kiss. She closed her eyes to intensify the
sensation of his lips brushing hers. It was a surprisingly soft and
tender kiss. She moaned through parted lips as his warm and
inviting tongue invaded her mouth. His fingers combed through her
hair first lightly and then with more pressure. He tugged her head
back as he gathered her hair together into a ponytail. He pulled
back from the kiss but he still had a hold of her hair. She felt
him coil her long hair around his palm. Darkened eyes bore into
hers as he increased the tension on the ponytail he formed in his
hand. Her chin was forced toward the ceiling and she looked away
but didn’t say a word.

“Mia, I want you to look at me, always. Your eyes are
so expressive, and it’s the only way I’m going to know how far I
can take you.”