Page 3 of Dominate Me

Chapter Two

Haley

I wiped the palms of my hands together. They were cold and clammy despite the heat and thickness of summer humidity covering me.

I was doing this. Soon I would see in person things playing out in front of me that I had only envisioned in my mind.

Fear and excitement coursed through me in equal measure. Would I despise it? Would the reality be too much for me? Or would the thought, the possibility, of me being one of the women on display, being handled by a Dom who knew what they were doing, turn me on?

Inhaling a breath that did nothing to calm me, I blew it out and glanced one last time into the alley behind me.

Luminous was a secret club, generally members only, and wasn’t listed on public sites. Master Dylan had only told me about it after I’d reached out to him on KinkLife and we’d met for coffee last week.

I had longed for so many years to explore this side of me, and now that it was here...did I have the courage?

Yes.

I did.

Pushing my shoulders back, I turned the knob and opened the door. With my back straight, I entered Luminous and was immediately overcome by the sensuality of the small space in front of me, thick silver curtains separating me from what I assumed was the actual club. Sparkling white lights rimmed around the top edge of the walls and illuminated the space in a gentle way. Dark gray walls sparkled as if doused with glitter. It was dark but seductive at the same time.

“Can I help you?” A deep voice rumbled to my right. He stood behind a black counter with his arms crossed over his chest. His golden brown hair trimmed short on the sides and long on top was perfectly styled and brushed to the side. A small scar slashed through one side of both of his lips and his deep brown eyes penetrated right through me.

I fought against the nerves rolling through me like the largest of tidal waves.

“I’m here to see Master Dylan? He’s expecting me?”

The man glanced down before bringing his eyes back to me. “Haley?”

For a moment, I wished I had used an alias. Did I want people knowing who I really was? But this was about being honest with myself, not hiding anything. “Yes, sir.”

The man grinned, displaying a mouth full of bright white teeth. “Name’s Joe. No need to be formal with me.”

I was trying to be polite, but I took his correction with the slightest nod. “Thank you.”

He pressed a finger to his ear that had a small headpiece attached and rumbled. “Yep. She finally got the courage to come inside. She’s waiting for you.”

“Did you? Where did you? How?” I sputtered incoherently and snapped my head in the direction of the door I’d just entered.

“No need to be alarmed, Dylan monitors every inch of this place inside and out for the safety of everyone who enters. And if it makes you feel better, you did a lot better than most first-time visitors.”

Well, no. That didn’t make me feel better at all. Still, I sent him a shaky smile and muttered, “Thanks. I think.”

He walked around the bar and stood next to the curtains. They billowed gently back and forth from movement behind them. “Enjoy your evening, Haley. Master Dylan will meet you at the bar shortly.”

He pulled them back and gestured for me to enter. I drew my gaze off him and toward the open area in front of me. I hadn’t expected the inside of an old abandoned warehouse to be so luxurious. I expected something darker and red, something that screamed sin and sex. Everything was the opposite. Glittering, deep gray walls similar to the entry area. Dark woodwork, sleek and shiny from polish, grabbed my attention first. My gaze roamed everywhere as I stood just inside the space, unable to focus on one thing first. With large, teardrop chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the lights reflecting and bouncing on the floors and walls, everything whispered fantasy and desire. As Master Dylan had explained previously, this was a meeting room, all the private and public rooms were on the second floor.

What he couldn’t have described was how the soft music created a pulse along the floor, seeming to heat the cavernous space from the floor to ceiling. It glided across my skin until my already small black dress was too tight on my skin, too restrictive. I shifted on my heels, my breath quickening.

Dozens of people sat at tables and at the bar and my eyes took them all in. Some in leather, some in jeans or suits. Women were dressed in lingerie-type outfits to full suits and floor-length, formal dresses. Anything went inside Luminous and that was the only thing that didn’t surprise me. This lifestyle was for anyone and everyone. Sex and desire weren’t only coupled with physical chemistry with another person, but a physical need to have carried out by another person—and it wasn’t always sex. Intercourse wasn’t even allowed inside the club, although that didn’t mean orgasms weren’t given. They could happen during the demonstrations, or in either of the public or private playrooms. Master Dylan had explained it was because many in the kink community didn’t necessarily need sex, they wanted play partners. Those two didn’t always go hand in hand. Taking sex off the table completely allowed everyone to be more comfortable, more willing to experiment and practice. Plus, it kept him free to guarantee that sex wasn’t sold on the premises in case anyone got the wrong idea about what happened inside his club.

But all that desire bubbled inside me as I took another step inside the room and toward the bar. Every step I took toward the sleek, rich-colored wood bar increased my anticipation. I scanned the room, noticing the flickering of lights, the subtle shifts in music, the whispered voices and quiet laughter. No one was paying attention to me.

I noticed everything and by the time I reached the bar, all of it made me crazy with need.

I needed more than a release.

I needed to be handled.

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