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She didn’t look too happy with the news.

Impulse had Jordan reaching for the phone. He keyed in the speed-dial number, and watched the monitor as Philip put one finger up in the universal signal to wait a moment, then answered his cell phone.

“The lady wants in?”

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“Yes sir. I’ve been explaining our procedures.”

“Don’t give her any sign that I’m telling you this. I recognize her, and I’ll sponsor her.”

Jordan couldn’t keep back his smile as he explained to Philip exactly what he wanted the bouncer to do. Philip possessed a good poker face. He acknowledged his orders, and hung up.

Jordan watched as he spoke to Chastity. A look of surprised pleasure crossed her face, chased by a moment of uncertainty. Jordan watched her gather her courage, nod once, and hand over her light jacket. Philip hung the garment, and gestured her forward.

Jordan checked his watch and then picked up the phone again.

“Hello?” Marcus answered on the second ring.

“Hi. You’ll never guess who just walked into my club, alone.”

“You’re right. I have no idea. Who?”

“Ms. Chastity Sawyer.”

“Well, well, well.” Marcus’s exclamation carried a note of surprise, with an underlying tone of pure masculine interest.

“We talked last night about expanding our family. I’m intrigued by the lady, and I know you like her. My question is, would you be interested in—?” Jordan didn’t even have to finish the sentence.

“In a heartbeat. What are you going to do?”

“Well, now that I know how you feel, I’ll go and…interview her.”

“Darling, wear the mask.”

Jordan chuckled because now he heard the sexual excitement in his lover’s voice. “I had intended to. And those leather pants you had made for me.”

“Oh, God, I’m going to have to have an orgasm.”

“You’ll wait until I get home.”

“If you insist, of course I will, but I’ll want every delicious detail when you get here.”

“I might be able to give you more than details tonight, love.” Again, he didn’t need to explain himself.

“Oh, yes, please. I’m so glad we have a king-sized bed.”
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Jordan hung up the phone. He took his time getting ready. Going to the closet he pulled out the pair of black leather pants. They had been specially designed for play with a rectangle of material attached by snaps where a zipper would normally be. Jordan smiled. Perfect for easy access.

Stripping off his clothes, he hung his shirt and pants neatly on a hanger, his boxers over the hook. He donned the pants and the black leather mask that got Marcus so hot. Then he reached for a few other items he kept on hand. One never knew when an extra collar and other accessories would come in handy.

When he left his office, his cock already stirred at the prospect of taking on one particular new sub.

* * * *

Chastity couldn’t stop trembling. Her nervousness, a mute presence all day, increased the moment she’d opened the door to the club and come up against that six-foot plus bouncer, all bulging ebony muscles and shiny bald head.

She thought she wasn’t going to be allowed in, but then the man had gotten a phone call and allowed her to enter.

She’d wanted to ask him why he’d changed his mind, but he scared the hell out of her. Despite that, she followed him to this room.

He’d said only one word. ‘Stay.’

One word had been enough for her. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Looking around, she couldn’t decide what this room could possibly be used for. Two straight-backed chairs, facing each other, had been positioned in the center of a square piece of carpeting in the middle of the room.

In the dim light, she could see some sort of decoration hanging from the ceiling in one corner. Curiosity got the best of her and she took a few steps in that direction.

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Her gasp came involuntarily. She recognized the decoration. The sight of a pair of chains with wrist shackles attached sent a shiver across her flesh.

Turning away, another object caught her attention. At first she thought it must be one of those universal exercise machines, because there seemed to be some sort of hydraulic mechanism at the back of it. The front looked just like a giant letter ‘X’. Stepping closer, she could make out two pairs of shackles, top and bottom.

“Does looking at that turn you on?”

The voice, sudden, deep and somehow familiar, shocked another gasp out of her. She spun on her heel to face the door. A man stood filling the doorway. He wore a mask that covered the upper part of his face. Piercing eyes of an undetermined color stared at her and Chastity felt that stare go right through her. His naked chest, chorded with muscle and a light dusting of hair, nearly made her mouth water.

He had what looked like a stick in one hand, and held something else in the other.

His pants, tight leather, showcased his very impressive arousal.

“Answer me.”

The note of command jolted her and she cursed her nerves that she actually jumped at the sound of it.

“I don’t know what it is.”

“Does looking at me turn you on?”

Chastity swallowed hard. She felt so unnerved it didn’t even occur to her to lie. “Yes.”

The masked man stepped through the door, closing it behind him.

He stopped beside the chair closest to the door.

“I will reward your honesty with information. That device is our own little variation of a St. Andrew’s Cross.” Information? Chastity had no more of that commodity now than when she had first stepped into the club.

Apparently he read her confusion. “You will note the handcuffs at the top and leg shackles at the bottom. In the upright position you see
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now, you would be bound to the device, hand and foot, held immobile for whatever pleasure your master chose to take from your body.

Quite often that pleasure is derived from the use of a flail or a riding crop, like the one I have in my hand, here.” He swished it through the air and the light whistling sound it made coursed another shiver down her spine. “Our little twist on this device allows it to change the angle at which you are held. Horizontal, and with pieces of the top and bottom crossbars removed, it leaves your pussy, ass and mouth easily accessible to your master’s cock—or however many cocks your master decides you will service.”

The pictures his matter-of-fact explanation brought to mind had morphed from the mere pencil drawings of her imagination to IMAX

images in 3-D. Her nipples hardened and her pussy released moisture.

She’d never been so aroused in her life. The butterflies in her belly danced to the rhythm of her heart pounding in her chest. In the face of this utter awakening of her body, she could only ask one question.

“Who are you?”

He stepped closer, his eyes, a silver-grey she saw now, freezing her in place. His gaze raked her, resting for a few moments on her traitorous nipples, then down, focusing on her mound. She felt naked, as if he could actually see her pussy through her clothes. His perusal aroused, but his response stunned.

“I’m your master.”

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“My…”

Jordan wanted to smile at the look of shock on her face, but dared not. Instead, he walked back to one of the chairs, stood behind it.

“You seemed very insistent on gaining entry. This is a private club, and we exist for a reason. Why are you here alone, if not to find a master?”

“I came here because I needed—hell, I don’t know what I needed.” She blew out a breath and before his eyes seemed to totally deflate.

“Sit down.”

Jordan couldn’t prevent the sympathy that welled up inside him.

He’d always thought of Chastity as being a snob, but he possessed enough self-awareness to know that came as much from his own inbred resentment of anyone who’d been born rich as from any impression she may have given.

When Chastity sat, he followed suit.

“This is my club. I’m the one who allowed you admittance. I have my reasons for that, which I will share with you shortly. Because this
is
my club, I know you’ve never been here before. Tell me why you’ve come.”

Jordan had good people sense and that sense quivered with awareness. He’d bet Chastity had no idea her emotions reflected in the expressions chasing across her face. She looked like a woman on the edge.

“I’d rather not.”

“Then you need to leave. And don’t come back.”
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Clearly that wasn’t what she thought he’d say. Though he didn’t need to, he gave her a bit of an explanation.

“As your master, I am responsible for you. Everything about you is my concern. However, if you’re not willing to meet me halfway by answering my questions, I have nothing to offer you. Did you come here tonight on a lark? Or do you have a deeper need?”

“Oh, God.”

A lone tear tracked down her face, more heart-squeezing to watch than if she’d plunged into abject weeping.

“I don’t want to leave.” Her confession came out a bare whisper.

“Then talk to me. Tell me why you’re here.” He thought she would continue to resist. Then, as he watched, all the fight drained out of her. Her words came, spilling one over the other in their desperate bid for escape, ravaging her along the way.

“I’ve always done the right thing, you know? I studied when I wanted to play and stayed home instead of making friends and having fun because Grandmother had taken me in and she was old and alone and I thought if I did everything right then she would love me. I took the job she wanted me to take and then when Blake came into the picture and I accepted a date with him, she seemed so pleased.” Jordan recalled Marcus telling him Chastity had become engaged to some scion of a socially prominent family. He could see her struggling with her thoughts. He needed her to keep talking. “Go on.”

“He didn’t know I overheard him…them.
Them
. Blake and his mistress.” She colored and shook her head. “Is that term even used these days?”

“Your fiancé has a lover?”

“Yes. I had no idea. He told her he was only marrying me for my money. For the family connection. And for the short term. I turned and ran. I ran home to my grandmother. And I told her.” She stopped again and here, Jordan sensed, lay the real pain, the real blow that had caused her to do something so completely out of
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character as to come to his BDSM club. “What did your grandmother say?”

“She was disappointed in Blake.”

“I can imagine.”

“No, you can’t. She expressed disappointment in him for conducting his private affair without due discretion. She said he would have to do better than that once he joined the family. Once we got married.”

“And in response to that you came here?”

“I’m not marrying that snake in the grass. And I’m done with being good.”

“All right. No more Miss Goody Two-Shoes.” That made Chastity laugh, but her amusement seemed colored with embarrassment, tinged with pain.

“What do you know about this lifestyle? About BDSM?” Chastity’s face turned an even deeper shade of pink. “Not as much as I thought I did, apparently.”

“You thought it nothing more than role-playing. Dress-up for adults.”

“Yes.”

“Well it is that. It’s also much more. You came here tonight because you thought this would be the best place in the world to begin being ‘bad.’ Is that right?”

Chastity met his gaze for the first time since she’d sat down. “Yes.

I’m sorry if that sounds, I don’t know, weak? Like a cop-out?”

“You wanted to come here and have the choice taken out of your hands. You’d rebel and be bad, but it wouldn’t
really
be your fault.”

“I…wow,” she puffed out a breath again, looked at her feet, then up again and met his eyes once more. “That sounds worse than weak, but you’re right. That’s what I did. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m very glad you walked through my door tonight. Now, I promised you a few answers. Stand up, over there.” He pointed to a spot about four feet away from her chair.

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He waited until she complied before he got to his feet. Slowly he approached her. He made a show of walking around her, satisfied she knew he examined her, lasciviously.

Then he stepped close, behind her, and whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

He backed away then finished circling her. Her response pleased him. Her nipples had turned into tiny points and her breathing had hitched.

“Well?”

“A part of me does.”

“The part that’s tired of being good.”

“Yes.”

“I’m bisexual. Do you know what that means?”

“I’m not completely ignorant. Of course I know what that means.”

“I live with my male lover. We have a committed relationship, but we’ve always planned to eventually invite a woman to join us. The
right
woman, of course. From the first moment I set eyes on you months ago, I wanted you. I want you still. And so does my lover.”

“You know me?”

Oh, she had more than a trace of embarrassment on her face now.

He had to work hard at not smiling.

“We both do. And you know us. And I want very badly to fuck you, Chastity Sawyer. I want my hands all over your naked body, and yours on mine. I want to watch you fuck my lover, I want you to take us both at the same time. I want to feel you catch fire in my arms. I want you to give yourself to us—not just your body, but your mind and your heart as well. You want a lifestyle change, I’ll give you one.

But you have to choose. You have to decide that this is what you want. And it begins right now. So yes, or no?” He stood in front of her and could see the effect his words had on her. No doubt a part of her wished the floor would open up and swallow her. He recognized the expression. He could also see intrigue and interest, and he could smell her arousal. Something about her
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