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“You may not talk to anyone without my permission. Some of the other subs we’ll be with tonight will only talk to you if they have approval from their Doms. Keep your eyes averted from making contact with other Doms, and you’ll have to wear this to show you belong to me for the night.”

Belong? That one word has the hairs on the back of my neck standing.

“Heaven, don’t you dare let that one word derail you because you’ve belonged to me from the moment my cock claimed your pussy.”

And there I go, I’m wet, so fucking wet for this man. And the worst part, he’s not wrong.

He slips a thin choker necklace around my neck, with an L on the front.Really original, Luca,I think to myself, but undoubtedly don’t voice my opinion.

The car stops and he waits for his driver to open it. “We’re going to stay in my private room until you’re ready to join the others.”

Another person, a man in a black suit with a purple tie and an insignia I recognize since researching BDSM, stands with the door open. “Mr. De Santos, welcome back, it’s good to see you.”

The man smiles, his line-of-sight meeting Luca’s. “Thank you, Adam, will you be in charge tonight?”

“I’m floating, helping the Elite members. Jared is on duty, and Cameron is the Dungeon Master. But I’ve seen to your requests personally.”

“Thank you so much.” I wonder what requests he’s come up with, and since this is Luca, I have no idea, but it won’t be boring.

All these different terms I hear…I’ve read about most of them, but they don’t mean jack shit and my hand holds tight to Luca’s, entering a small hallway.

We stop three doors down. An electric keypad is attached to the door handle. “This is my room at the club.” It’s all he tells me as we enter, and it looks like a standard hotel room with a large X-shaped cross next to the bed and an adult-sized birdcage hanging from the ceiling.

“Have a seat, baby.” He points to a small couch in the corner of the room, pulling for a folder and a pen.

“I want to thank you, Anisten, for trusting me enough to check out this part of my life.”

I’m quiet. I don’t know how to reply, but my eyes avert to the folder in his hands. “I need to do my rounds. Then I’ll change into a new outfit. There’s juice and water in the fridge. This is a list of items for consent tonight. Check off everything you’re not okay with. Place a question mark next to anything you would like to discuss further. Circle the ones you’d like to try.”

He stands, leaning over to place a kiss on my forehead. It’s the first form of affection I’ve felt from Luca in several weeks, and I’ve missed him. “I have some things to arrange tonight, as I said, but I really want to give you some time to yourself as you go over the list. I’ll always answer any questions you may have. Please know that.”

He leaves, shutting the door behind him. My eyes widen at the items on the list, each with a short explanation. Most are self-explanatory, but then again, I appreciate more understanding.

Immediate items that are a no for me are caning, humiliation, fire play, pet play, and exhibitionism. Questionable items are sensory deprivation, flogging, and age play. I’ve circled ice play, wax play, bonding, biting, breast torture, hair pulling, role-play, voyeurism, and spanking. The list isn’t as long as I’d expected, not with the research I’ve done.

It seems relatively tame, but understanding Luca as I do, he’s easing me into this lifestyle a little at a time.

My phone beeps, interrupting my thoughts.

Luca:Strip and climb into the cage, wait for me. Safeword is hot chocolate.

Hot chocolate? This shows me how well he knows me. The man realized early on how I look forward to my nighttime hot chocolate.

Could I have this type of life with him? I’ve never thought about giving into another person, and I think I may want it.

After removing my clothes, I open the cage, climb the stepladder, and take my seat on the perch. This is out of my comfort zone, but I trust Luca to push me.I trust him.Yeah, this is what it boils down to and it’s what makes Luca different from all the others.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

“Ialmost didn’t believe it, you’re here.” I know the voice; I don’t have to turn around to see his carrot-red hair to figure out who is speaking to me.

“Hey, douche-nugget.”

He slaps me on the back, not offering to help with the St. Andrew’s cross I’m carrying from the other side of the room.

“Ah, I’m back in your good graces, it looks like, calling me by the pet name that’s only for your best friend.”

I ignore him as other elite members enter the room, setting up for any scene play after the main event.

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