“Okay. I’ll put them in my room.” He didn’t know if she’d have some kind of order to her clothes.
“You want me to sleep in your room?” she asked.
He turned in his seat, cupping her face in his hands and brushing her lips with his own. When she was breathless he eased back. “You’re mine, Ursula. I want you in my house, in my room, and in my bed.”
“This is too surreal.” She licked her lips. Stephen wanted to taste her. Last night hadn’t been enough for him. He wanted more of her. The need to take her again and again consumed him. These needs had only been getting stronger the longer he knew her.
“Get used to it because I keep what’s mine.”
She didn’t argue. He gave her another fleeting kiss before starting the car. His first destination was the college. Stephen told her, he would be picking her up. She tried to brush him off, but he saw the delight in her eyes.
The next stop was Ravage, James’s exclusive BDSM club. Unlike the secrecy with which Stephen guarded Possession, James made his club visible to the public eye. However, there were parts where the public could go while others were reserved only for the experienced.
One of his security guards opened the door. He showed the guy his identity card then went straight to James’s office. The door was shut. He knocked waiting to be allowed in. James let him in, shaking his hand. Stephen noticed a woman bound to a table in the corner with a ball gag in her mouth.
“One of yours?” he asked.
James shook his head. “A training sub. She came with excellent recommendations. The only problem with Kitty is she likes to talk a little too much. My clientèle don’t like talking subs, if you know what I mean.” James took a seat behind his desk. Shrugging his shoulders, Stephen sat down in the chair in front of the desk.
“I don’t like the demand on Ravage,” James said. “I’ve had over thirty applications in the last week along with this.” He handed over a piece of paper which Stephen took.
He read the note out loud. “Your time for control is over. Ravage and Possession are going down.” He folded the note back then threw it on the desk. “Rather dramatic. When did you get it?” he asked.
“Last night. It was left on the bar. One of the waitresses came to me with the note.” James settled back in his chair. “We’ve got a problem.”
“No, we haven’t. Random notes do not make for a problem.”
“You and I both know why we keep our clubs private. These were the rules set by our fathers and the whole generation chain. Whoever is doing this knows about the clubs. He may even be a member.”
Stephen thought about what the other man said. He knew something was going on by the increase in demand. Never before had he ever considered so many applications before.“Look, have you gone to the police?” James asked.
“You expect me to go to the police with regards to a threat on a club considered to be a myth it is so bloody secretive?” asked Stephen.
It was one of the reasons they employed the same security firm to look into their problems. They were held by a code for the clubs and the members.
“Like you, this will stay inside with me and a few of the workers. Speaking of workers, a couple of mine were roughed up the other night.”
“What do you mean?” Stephen rubbed his head. He felt the pressure in his head, which would lead to a headache. If he knew there would be problems he’d have avoided Ravage. Already he craved Ursula’s touch. He wanted to take her in his arms and forget about all of his crap.
“A bunch of men grabbed a few of my submissive waitresses before the guards could help them. They took them down the alley out back and roughed them up. I don’t like men who abuse women, Stephen. I’m not a happy man. I want this problem solved. I know you don’t believe in the clubs, and you only dabble, but consider this high on your shit list.”
James was not a man to trifle with. He gave dominant male a whole new meaning. Looking across the desk Stephen saw the anger in James, who clearly saw deeper into the situation than Stephen.
“I’ll look into it.”
“You better, otherwise this if going to hit us in the fucking face and not in a good way.”
“No one can mention the clubs. The clause in the contract states that,” Stephen said.
“Only to the men who are members. This could very well be a turned down member, Stephen. Think about that. Anyway, rumour has it you’ve got yourself a woman?” James smiled and transformed into a fun-loving man.
“Don’t start.”
“I want details. Will you be bringing her to the club?”