“Because it’s important to me!” Lucy screamed before pushing past me and crossing the hallway. The slam of her bedroom door signaled that she’d given up on working tonight.
Stunned, I could only stare in the direction she fled. With only a handful of words, Lucy put a crack in my perception of her.
The Lucy I knew was selfish. She didn’t stay up late to create a handmade wedding dress for her sister-in-law. At the very least, she brought in a team to help, not tackling such a monumental task solo.
That begged the question—what else was I wrong about?
Before I could spend too much time pondering this contradiction to the woman I thought I had pegged, my phone buzzed in my back pocket.
Who would be texting at this hour?
Desire Concierge:The submissive from October 7thwould like an encore.
Well,thatwas a twist.
October 7thwas the night I dominated Lucy at the club. There was an irony to be found in the knowledge that in running from me, she was unknowingly seeking comfort in my arms.
For a fleeting moment, I thought perhaps this was my chance to end this farce once and for all. If I revealed myself to her, scaring her into thinking I would expose her darkest secret, she’d have no option but to bow out.
Unfortunately for me, blackmail wasn’t my style. I couldn’t sink that low and be able to live with myself. Not to mention, she’d have the same dirt on me, and if either of us spoke of our knowledge, we would be in breach of the contract we signed as members.
Simply put, it wasn’t a viable option. Back to the drawing board.
However, that didn’t mean I couldn’t work off some of the pent-up frustration I constantly carried as a result of the woman looking for an encore of our one night together. Who better than her to offer me release?
Tapping my fingers against the smooth screen of my phone, I typed out my reply.
Tomorrow night at midnight.
Desire Concierge:Very well, sir. Your message will be relayed.
That gave me just shy of twenty-four hours to dream up how I planned to make Lucy submit to me—again. Heading back to my bedroom, a smile crept onto my lips. This time, I was going to have some fun.
Turned out, it was a good thing my workload had been reduced to the most menial tasks at the office because I couldn’t focus on anything beyond the thoughts of my meeting with Lucy that evening at the club. Clockwatching became my new hobby, willing time to pass faster so I could confirm our first encounter hadn’t been a fluke.
I convinced myself over the past two months that perhaps I had imagined how willingly Lucy submitted. It was as if she were two separate people—the self-absorbed princess and the obedient submissive—and my brain was working overtime trying to reconcile the two. As hard as I tried, my dominant nature slipped into facets of my everyday life, so how could Lucy compartmentalize so well? Nothing about the woman I’d spent the past six weeks living with gave any hints of her secret submissive nature.
When evening finally approached, I returned home, ate dinner alone—no different than most nights—and resumed my nightly stake out behind my bedroom door. Lucy’s routine remained the same, regardless of her after-dark plans. The TV could be heard softly through the wood of my door, and I dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt, venturing from my room, passing by where she sat in a show of getting a glass of water before bed. Tonight would be spoiled if Lucy suspected I was the man behind the mask in Room 203.
Returning to my room with a cool glass in my hand, I mumbled, “Good night,” before closing the door. Wasting no time, I dressed in my club suit. The all-black ensemble was my favorite for portraying an air of danger. Submissives were drawnto the illusion of danger but knowing they were completely safe in my care—it had worked with Lucy.
As I slipped on my tie, I heard Lucy turning off the television and retreating to her bedroom. All that was left to do was wait until she made her move.
Like clockwork, after an hour, I heard the telltale click of Lucy’s door opening. Giving her a fifteen-minute head start—more for myself to avoid bumping into her if she forgot something and doubled back—I cracked my door and carefully peered out to ensure the sitting room was empty. Checking her bedroom and her studio, both were quiet and dark, confirming what I already knew.
Lucy was headed to Desire.
It was no small feat leaving the palace this late at night. I explained to five security agents that I had an emergency at work and needed to gather files from my office before morning. They gave me a hard time, but I would expect nothing less from the men appointed to protect the royal family at all costs. Finally, sweet-talking my way into exiting the grounds, I was permitted to drive myself off the property.
If it was this difficult for me to leave, how did Lucy manage it? Her status came with a personal bodyguard, and I couldn’t see Myles allowing her to enter an underground sex club, where there were dark corners everywhere and everyone wore masks. Simply put, it was a security nightmare. However, it wasn’t at all surprising that Lucy would do whatever she wanted, damn the consequences to her personal safety—that girl thought she was bulletproof.
Pushing away thoughts of how vulnerable Lucy would be if anyone else discovered her identity beneath the silver mask, I drove down the side of the mountain to the city of Remhorn below.
Parking down the street from Desire, I slipped my black mask over my face and exited my car. I’d done this so many times that it became automatic—password at the door, handing over personal effects, then passing through the red curtain and down the stairs to the bullpen.
Tonight, there was a demonstration occurring on stage, showcasing a woman affixed to a St. Andrews Cross as her Dom presented different ways to use it in bringing a submissive pleasure.
Demonstrations had always intrigued me. It was captivating to watch as those participating were able to proceed as if they were the only people in the room. I wasn’t a voyeur but had been involved with several subs who were, so I watched them occasionally. I wasn’t one to kink shame, so if it got my sub all hot and bothered, I was more than willing to watch others. As for participation, I wasn’t a man who liked to share.
