Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(20)

Hunter leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Best behavior from now on, Peaches, remember I’m a Master here.” As if to make his point he wound her clit stimulator up to full power for a few seconds. It throbbed erotically, drumming on her supercharged nerve endings, making her weave awkwardly toward the reception desk. Anyone observing would think she was drunk. She let out a sharp whimper, covering it with a mock cough to disguise what was really happening. Zo? just caught a glimpse of satisfaction on Hunter’s face as she struggled to compose herself. He loved every moment of her embarrassment. Thankfully, he wound the power down, until it was just a dull pulse in the background, but even that did nothing to lower the ache in her *. Just how was she going to make it through the evening, when all she could think about was hot f*cking, and plenty of it?

The receptionist behind the desk smiled as though she knew what was going on. She was blessed with a pretty face and lovely hazel eyes, making Zo? wonder if Hunter had ever had a relationship with her. After all, they looked about the same age. She tried to quash the jealous thoughts, but it was difficult. Zo? felt very possessive of Hunter now. The thought of him having sex with other women made her stomach churn, but she reminded herself that Hunter belonged to her now. In fact, she had his undivided attention right at this very moment, because he wound the Goddamn stimulator up to full power again, making her desperate to get home, and get her clothes off. She just hoped she wouldn’t need to speak, because it would be virtually impossible. Instead, Zo? plastered a smile on her face, and waited for Hunter to take pity on her.

The receptionist’s blonde hair bounced as she spoke. “Master Hunter, good to see you again.”

“You, too, Andrea. How are things at Club Submission? I’ve been away on business.”

“Things are great. Since the New Year party, it’s just gotten better and better.”

“Good, I’m glad.” Hunter put his arms protectively around Zo?’s shoulders. “This is my new sub, Zo?. She’s moved in with me.” Zo? let out a grateful breath as Hunter finally turned down the power.

“Good to meet you, honey. I hope you’ll become a regular here at Club Submission.” She smiled at them both. “Now, go right in, and have a great evening.”

As Hunter guided her through the club, Zo? asked, “Is she part of the scene, too?”

“Sort of. She used to come here with her husband, Joe. He was a well-respected Dom, but unfortunately he died a few years ago, in a tragic car accident. Since then, she’s remained close to the club by working in reception, but has refused all offers from the Masters here.”

Zo? felt relief and sadness in equal measure. Andrea wasn’t in Hunter’s back catalogue of subs, but she was wasting her life. She was a beautiful woman. Clearly she’d loved her husband dearly. “Perhaps she’s scared to let go of the past.”

“Maybe. But then aren’t we all.”

The place was in full swing as Hunter led her through into the happening part of the club. Heady music drifted seductively through the impressive surroundings. Although it was still early, several couples were already dancing provocatively on a revolving stage. Other club members sat and talked at various tables, enjoying the atmosphere. The whole scene exuded sex and sexuality, and Zo? felt her * moisten further, even though Hunter hadn’t turned up the juice on her clit. In one corner stood the bar, a sheer sweep of black and chrome that nestled enticingly under subdued lighting.

The dress code was slightly more off the wall than she was used to, with fetish gear, such as leather, chains, and PVC, taking center stage. To Zo?, everyone appeared to be acting fairly normally, but then Hunter had already told her that most of the action went down in another part of the club.

They both took a stool by the bar, and the barman walked across. “Hey, Hunter, how you doing?”

“Great, Todd. This is Zo?. She’s moved in with me.”

Todd was a tall, muscular guy. She guessed he weighed over two hundred pounds and was in his late twenties. He had thick dark hair and steely gray eyes. They were fascinating to look at, and in stark contrast to his dark olive-skinned complexion. He held out a large hand with his fingers splayed. “Real good to meet you, Zo?. Now what can I get you to drink?”


She shook his outstretched hand, noticing he had a firm grip. “Just a club soda with plenty of ice, please.”

“The usual?” he asked Hunter.

“Yeah, why not?” Hunter glanced at Zo?. “Club Submission only serves alcohol at special events or private parties, so my favorite root beer will have to suffice. Besides, having you with me is intoxicating enough.”

As Todd moved away, Zo? commented, “Is he a Master here, too?”

Hunter rubbed his hands over his five-o’clock shadow. “Hmm, not in the true sense, Peaches. The Strong brothers have taken him under their wing. They’re giving him a few pointers on what makes a good Dom.”

“Who are the Strong brothers?”

“That’s Matthew and Ethan. They own the club.” Hunter twisted on his barstool, and pointed across the crowded room to a roped-off area containing a selection of sofas and easy chairs. “Matthew is over by the Chill-out Zone, talking to that fine-looking dark-haired woman. I don’t know where Ethan is, I guess it’s his day off.”

“Who’s the woman with him?”