Page 7 of All The Happily Ever Afters

I haven’t had a steady relationship for years. I haven’t even had a submissive or played downstairs for months. I haven’twantedlike this in so damn long.

Not since she left me.

I click to my email and hover the mouse over send. But I can’t do it. I can’t let her know that I’m here just yet. I’m afraid she’ll run.

I stare at the screen, feeling pissed off to even be in this predicament. I know one thing for sure, as soon as I get her in here, I’m not letting her go.

At that thought, an idea strikes me.

“Lynn?” I call out of my office and my business partner, the face of the business really, peers into my doorway.

We met years ago and hit it off right away as friends, good friends too. We aren’t anything more than that, and we both like it that way. In this line of business, that makes what we do much easier.

“What can I do for you Joshua?” she asks, walking in but only taking a few steps into my office.

I don’t want my sweet Alena, my Cherry, knowing I want her here. I want her to come here on her own.

I tell her, “I need you to send an email for me.”

She tilts her head with her forehead pinched, “am I your secretary now?” There’s a touch of humor, but also slight disbelief.

“It’s an invitation and it can’t come from me.” I tap my knuckles on the desk, debating on whether or not I should tell her.

Judging by the smile on her face, she doesn’t need to know more. Lynn is an expert at judging facial expressions and apparently I’ve given more than enough away.

“I’m happy to help,” she says with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

ALENA

Iswallow thickly looking up at the large wooden doors. This is for me. A Christmas present of sorts for myself. I’m finally going to go through with it. My heartbeat races and my palms are sweaty. I’ve never done anything like this. I haven’t even been with a man in years.

As pathetic as that sounds, work has taken priority. I’m more than ready for this.

I had a boyfriend, Joshua, years ago, who made me want this. He was my first in every way. He teased me with the idea of being a submissive. Really, I teased myself. He wanted me to kneel, to crawl to him, to obey his commands and let him tie me up. I’m wet just thinking about him and his dirty words.

I was convinced that lowering yourself to be submissive was wrong and dirty. That it was degrading.

But I’m obsessed.

Even more, I’m turned on by the idea.

“Come here Cherry, be a good girl for me,”his seductive words echo in my memory and I have to close my eyes and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My heart clenches at the memory, so does my pussy. Joshua was good to me.

But he didn’t last. Your firsts never do. We each wanted different things and moved on, going our separate ways. It was hard at first, even if it was my decision.

After all, I was falling for him, I was weak when I was with him. I craved to submit to him and I know how badly he wanted it. But I wasn’t ready back then. I didn’t know that I ever would be. Almost ten years later, ten years wiser and more established, now I know what I want.

And now I’m standing out in front of Club X. It’s not well known. It’s full of powerful men and rumored to be the hottest BDSM club there is. But it’s secretive for a reason. From outside it almost looks like a mansion. It’s large and intimidating, but aged with beauty. There are details in every aspect of the architecture and landscaping.

It’s a gorgeous building, but I have no idea what it looks like inside. Pictures are forbidden. The only ones I’ve seen are from the emailed invitation I was sent.

And I certainly didn’t focus on the architecture in those pictures.

I almost didn’t open the email. I had no idea who Madam Lynn was and it’s only out of curiosity that I clicked. It was a personal invitation. Somehow she knew what my dark desires were.

My blood heats at the memory. It’s been two weeks since I got the email. Two weeks of warring with myself. But I’m a grown woman. I’m successful and I have everything I’ve wanted out of my professional life. But my love life is non existent and I don’t even know how I’d find a boyfriend.

Nor if I’m interested in one. But I can’t deny my curiosity.

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