Page 1 of Teach Me Daddy

PROLOGUE

MADISON

My heart races as I watch him from behind my black masquerade mask. Every move he makes is carefully calculated as he cracks the leather whip across the back and ass of a naked woman tied to a wooden X-frame. The targeted strikes draw a loud cry from her mouth and turn her skin a deep shade of red.

I envy her.

Master Blake is putting on a demonstration for the crowd, like he does many weekends here at Club Sin. I’ve only been a member of this private club since the beginning of summer, but I’ve become obsessed with watching him whenever he’s on stage. He’s always shirtless, and my mouth goes dry at the way his muscles flex and relax with each movement. He also wears a mask, covering the upper half of his face and leaving only his full lips and intense blue eyes on display.

I wonder who he is, the man behind the mask. Someone I might know? Or just another stranger, like so many of the other members. Either way, I’m desperate to find out.

The energy in the room is electric and thick with sexual tension. Some spectators are touching and kissing, while othersare out in the open, engaging in various sex acts and enjoying being watched. I haven’t worked up the courage to participate in any activity at the club yet, but observing has certainly opened my eyes to the world of BDSM in a way that feels life-changing.

I smile a little as I think about my cousin Becca. She was the one who talked me into applying for a membership, but I resisted it for months. As the daughter of a politician, I’ve always had to be careful about my public image. I can’t risk being seen doing anything that could be perceived as scandalous and might ruin my father’s reputation. Being a member of a BDSM club would definitely fall into that category.

But I can’t let that keep me from enjoying myself forever. I already have for most of my life. So I play it safe and wear a mask. It’s not a requirement, but many people who frequent the club want to keep their anonymity. And there’s a freedom that comes with it that I didn’t anticipate when I joined. I can pretend to be someone else behind the mask, a woman without the crushing expectations and pressures of being the mayor’s daughter, a mayor with plans to run for governor.

But tonight, I’m going to embrace my freedom, even if only for a little while.

The demonstration ends with a final lash across the woman’s plump ass, her cry a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Something deep inside me aches at the sound she makes.

God, I want that. Ineedto feel that kind of release.

The crowd disperses, people moving on to explore the various themed rooms or pairing off to have other fun. This is when I normally return home to pleasure myself in private while imagining just how amazing it would feel to be one of the women in a public scene with a man. This time, I decide to stick around. I’m ready for something more.

Master Blake assists the woman on stage, unbuckling her restraints and helping her off the Saint Andrew's cross. He walksher to her Dom who will take over her aftercare; then he leaves the stage. I’m waiting for him by the steps with bated breath, hoping he’ll see me.

The man doesn’t put a shirt on, which isn’t unusual, as half the patrons walk around practically naked. But I find myself thoroughly distracted by the smooth, tanned skin he has on display. Sweat glistens on his broad chest and I can’t help tracing his six-pack abs with my eyes. The defined V-shape of his muscular Adonis belt peeking over the waistband of his slacks makes my mouth water.

Before I know it, we’re standing almost toe-to-toe. I wasn’t expecting him to approach me, so I’m unprepared even though I wanted to speak to him tonight. “You enjoy the show?” he asks, and I shiver at the sound of his deep voice.

My gaze snaps to his, and I memorize the royal-blue color of his eyes. His stare is intense, making me nervous, but I swallow the hard lump in my throat and nod. “Yes. I… I always enjoy watching you.”

His full lips curl into a smirk. “So I’ve noticed.”

I blink, stunned.He’s noticed?

“I… I was wondering if you have a model lined up for your next demonstration?” I inquire, calling upon every ounce of bravery I have to even pose the question. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m desperate for the experience. An experience with him.

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes roam freely up and down my body, making me glad that I’m wearing a black corset with a fitted leather pencil skirt that shows off my legs. I know I look good, but I’m not sure that it’s enough to get his attention. Master Blake is highly sought-after, with women and men almost throwing themselves at him on the regular. I’m hoping my outfit will at least pique his interests.

“Are you offering yourself? Or are you asking for a friend?” He smiles, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking as he runs a hand through his thick brown hair.

“M-me. I… I want to join you on the stage.”

He stares at me for a moment, and I wish that I hadn’t stammered. I’m sure I look absolutely foolish and juvenile when all I want is for him to find me confident and sexy. Too bad I’m failing at that.

Finally, he shakes his head, sucking in air between his teeth. “Nah, that’s not going to work for me.”

My insides wilt while embarrassment heats my skin. I drop my head, looking at the pointed toes of my black pumps, when he lifts his hand to my chin and forces me to look at him again.

“I think you’d be better suited for a private session.”

My breath hitches and my eyes go wide. This feels like a dream laced with a hint of nightmare as my anxiety begins to build.

“You want me… to go into a private room… with you?” I tilt my head with curiosity.

The corner of his mouth lifts while he glides his fingers down my bare arm before taking my hand. “Yes, little one. I want you alone. Are you okay with that?”

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