Page 85 of Relentless Pursuit

“But I’m going to meethim.”

“You are.”

“From what you told me, he sounds very intense.”

“He’s intense. He’s nonsense. He takes his lifestyle very seriously and only surrounds himself with those who are willing to give it their fullest.”

“That scares me.”

“You don’t have to be afraid of him. He’s an experienced Dom. He’ll be able to provide insight for you and address some of your concerns. We’re extremely lucky that he’s agreed to the private sessions.” He adjusted his seatbelt so he could face her. “As with anything we try, I won’t force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. Can you trust me enough to see what the afternoon holds?”

“I’m here with you.” She would go anywhere with him. “I’ll always trust you.”

“Good.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Because we’re here.”

Francis pulled up to a posh building with double brass doors. He came around and opened the door for her. Sliding out of her seat, she smiled at him and he gave her a quick wink. He had become a good friend to her over the past few weeks. He drove her to and from work every day and deposited her at the penthouse safely every evening.

Julian came around and met them on the sidewalk. “I’ll text you when we’re ready to leave.” He glanced at his watch. “We’re planning to have dinner here.”

Dinner? She was far too nervous to eat. BDSM clubs served dinner?

Taking her hand, he led her into the main entrance and down a long corridor. The place reminded her of an upscale bar. Not at all what she had anticipated. She envisioned people chained to the walls. More like a dark, cold dungeon. Her imagination had a tendency to get a little crazy. As they walked through the crowded bar area, she noted the booths and sporadic tables throughout. Stylishly dressed men and women where hanging out, eating and working on their laptops and tablets.

“It doesn’t look like a kink club,” she whispered. “This is not what I pictured.”

“Anyone can come here. It’s a restaurant. The private club is through those doors.” He retrieved a keycard from his pocket. “You need one of these to get inside.”

He swiped the silver card through the magnetic strip and the doors opened away from them. He led her inside a cozy room that smelled of leather and spice. On the other side of the door, a man sat at a large desk, studying monitors. He looked up when they approached his desk.

“Mr. Anders.” He smiled, genuinely happy to see Julian. “It’s been such a long time since we’ve seen you. Mr. Abrams is expecting you. I’ll let him know you’re on your way up.”

“Good to see you, Cal.” Julian pressed the button to the elevator. “It has been a long time.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” Cal said as they stepped onto the elevator, waving to them as the doors closed.

“You have access?” Kayla stared at the card, wondering what he had done and who he had done it with the last time he was there. She had so many insecurities and questions about their afternoon. Playing at the penthouse was one thing. She’d gotten quite used to it. But being out in public with others in the community made her edgy. What if she realized her biggest fear? What if she couldn’t meet his expectations?

“I used to come here often,” he said. “This elevator brings us right to the club.”

When the elevator doors opened, Kayla took in the surroundings. As the soft music streamed through the surround system, she glanced around. She spotted a mahogany bar with shiny gold accents in the center of the room. The elaborate sitting area just off the elevator boasted plush leather sofas and soft white throw rugs. Patrons were relaxing and chatting like normal people, drinking wine and martinis. The trendy New Yorkers looked so comfortable in their environment.

He pointed to long halls with doorways on either side of the bar. “The observation rooms are that way. It’s much more private back there. Quiet enough to get in the right frame of mind.”

People were coming in and out of those doors. There were booths and tables set against large windows that revealed a spectacular view of the city from the floor-length glass. Sheer curtains in all the corners of the room shielded silhouettes moving behind the white material. Kayla tried to see what they were doing as she strained to get a better look.

He rubbed her back as he took her hand and kissed it. “You’re fidgeting.”

“Am I?”

“That’s how I know you’re really nervous, because you don’t even realize you’re doing it.”

“This is all very awkward for me. I have no I idea what to expect.”

“I understand, but all you have to do is let me lead.” He kept his hand in hers, calming her with his encouraging voice. “This afternoon is necessary if we’re going to explore even further. I want to make sure I do this right for you. For us.”

“You have my total faith.” When she gazed into his caring eyes, she knew she could face anything as long as he was by her side. She wanted more than anything to please him, and in return he would bring her the ecstasy she had become so addicted to.

“Julian,” a deep, masculine voice called from the distance.

---