Black Listed(6)
Mistress Kay had explained that when Annaliese submitted, she consented to the acts that resulted in pain, giving her a power she hadn’t had with her father. Annaliese’s masochistic tendencies had nothing to do with her abusive past.
By the end of the month, Annaliese had a much better understanding of both BDSM and her sexuality. But would it be enough to win Sawyer’s trust and, eventually, his love?
Today she’d find out.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door to the club and went inside. Checking the room, she was surprised to find it looked like any other dive. A long bar spanned the back of the space, with a few middle-aged men sitting on bar stools and watching a basketball game on the television. The few tables sat unoccupied, half-drunk beers and wineglasses littering them. This didn’t fit her idea of what a sex club would look like.
She casually glanced around the room again in an attempt to locate Sawyer, but she didn’t see him. He’d walked in this place not ten minutes ago. Where had he gone? “You’re new,” said a husky voice behind her, a voice she’d only heard from across the gym.
How had he gotten behind her without her knowing?
She turned around slowly, tilting her head up to get her first good look at Sawyer Hayes. Her heart increased its tempo, and a soft gasp spilled from her lips.
After studying his photographs and seeing him from a distance, she’d thought she would be immune to his sexiness, but seeing him up close was like going outside on a sunny day after being in the dark. With his shoulder-length blond hair and twinkling brown eyes, he radiated an overwhelming sensuality and masculinity that she’d never before encountered, causing her nipples to bead and her pussy to clench. “Yes. How could you tell?”
“Well, for one,” he said, stepping so close his chest brushed against her breasts, “I’m here enough, so I’ve met everyone already.”
She shuddered from the contact. “And two?”
“All the regulars know that the good room is downstairs. You did come here for the sex club, right?”
The basement. So that’s where he’d disappeared to earlier. She gave him a smile. “You’re right. I’ve never been here before, but that’s why I’m here.”
“I’ve seen you before.” His brow furrowed, the lines of his forehead grooved deep in concentration. “You work out at my gym.”
She reared back. No one had ever recognized her before. How had he even known she was the same woman?
“I’m not sure. What gym do you go to?” she said, playing coy.
“You know exactly what gym, darlin’. You’ve been watching me, and now you just happened to show up here. I’m supposed to believe it’s a coincidence?”
Shit. This was not going as planned. He didn’t strike her as a man who would fall in love with a stalker. Improvising, she used a technique she’d learned long ago and forced herself to cry. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she brushed her face with the back of her hand. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be able to resist a crying woman, and she could salvage the situation.
His arms circled around her waist, and he tugged her to his chest. “Shh. I’m flattered. Really. I just need you to tell me the truth.”
Warm in his embrace, she inhaled his clean scent. “When I saw you at the gym, I was drawn to you, and when I followed you here and realized you were a Dom, I understood why.” She peered up at him. “I’m a submissive. I don’t have a lot of experience, but I trained under a professional Dominatrix. I know as the submissive I should wait for you to make the first move, but if you’re willing, I’d like to do a scene with you tonight.”
She held her breath in anticipation as he leisurely perused her from top to bottom and back again. Would he accept, or had she been too forward? Had she blown it?
His lips quirked up in a devious grin as his hand settled on her breast. He brushed his fingers lazily back and forth over her nipple until she gasped with pleasure. “So tell me. What’s your kink?”
Heat spread through her core. “Being bound. Flogged. Whipped. Paddled. Fucked.” She lowered her gaze demurely. “To name a few.”
He paused. “You like pain. I think I can help you with that.” He pinched her nipple. Hard. Harder. Harder. Until she cried out, and her cunt squeezed from the excitement. “And your limits?”
Her body buzzing from arousal, she blinked to clear her foggy head. When Mistress Kay had inflicted pain upon her, she’d enjoyed it, but this . . . this was bliss. As if she was drunk, she could barely think coherently. “No bodily fluids. No cutting. Nothing that would cause permanent damage like branding. No knives. No fire or electrical play.”