Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(21)

“Ah, that’s Francine, she’s a switch.”

“What the hell is a switch?”

“Someone who likes to be a top, and a bottom. Sometimes she’ll be a Dominant, and sometimes she’ll be a submissive. I suppose it all depends on her mood.”

“With the same person?”

“Oh, no, she has her own Master, and her own sub.”

“Now that’s just plain greedy.”

Hunter chuckled. “Maybe, but it’s what makes everyone happy at the end of the day.”

Todd brought their drinks across and laid them on a neatly folded napkin. He flashed Zo? a smile. “You have a real good time.”

“Thank you, I intend to.”

Hunter took a swig of root beer with a mischievous smile to his lips.

When Zo? raised her glass, he zapped her clit with another high dose of powerful pleasure. Her hand shook as she placed the glass down on the bar, spilling the contents over the shiny black surface. She dabbed at the spill with her napkin.

“Damn you, Hunter.”

“Here allow me, ma’am.” Todd came to the rescue, a knowing smile on his face.

When he’d gone, she whispered, “He knows what you’re doing to me. Everyone here knows what you’re doing to me.”

Hunter smiled. “It’s all part of the fun. How many times has your inner self wanted to act irresponsibly and wantonly? Club Submission allows you the freedom to indulge your every sexual desire.”

Just then, a deep, gravelly voice spoke from behind them. To Zo? it sounded like a voice broken on the streets of New York. “Hunter, good to see you again, buddy.”

“You, too, Cole.”

His partner, an attractive young woman in her late twenties, with dark-brown hair, slid onto the barstool next to her, and leaned in close. “Hi, I’m Jessica, good to meet you.” As she held out her hand, she smiled kindly, and Zo? instinctively knew they’d become good friends.

“I’m Zo?.”

“Glad to meet you, sweetie. Master Cole will be talking with Master Hunter for hours now.” As if to underline her words, both men moved away from the bar. “See, what did I tell you.”

Zo? was relieved. Now Hunter had something else to concentrate on, he wouldn’t be watching her so closely. She reached for her drink and lifted it to her lips. Just as she took a sip, a deep throb pulsed over her clit. Her hand trembled, and she quickly placed the drink back down. This time he didn’t let up. She leaned forward and hid her discomfort by covering her mouth with a hand.

“Hey, sweetie, are you all right?” Jessica looked genuinely concerned.

Zo? pursed her lips together, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks. I thought I was going to sneeze.” Glancing over her shoulder at Hunter, she gave him the most evil look she could muster. He must have taken pity on her, because even though he was totally engrossed in what Master Cole was saying, he eventually turned the control down. The pulse had been so strong that she feared it had become jammed on maximum. Thank God he’d finally relented, because her * was soaking wet. Her arousal would be off the scale by the time they returned home.

This time she was determined to act normal. Taking a deep breath, she said, “So how long have you and Master Cole known each other, Jessica?”

“Oh, I’d say about three years, sweetie.”

“So you’re used to the club, and the lifestyle?”

“Oh yeah, we both love coming here.”

“That’s good to hear.” Zo? reached for her drink again. Just as she was about to pick it up, an intensely strong sensation rippled through her clit. She gasped and leaned forward once more. All she could think about was sex, Hunter, and more sex.


Jessica touched her arm. “I’ve been coming here too long, sweetie, you can’t fool me. I know exactly what ails you. Master Hunter has wired you up.”

Feeling more than a little embarrassed, Zo? whispered, “Yeah, he has, but keep it quiet.” Despite the searing white heat of clitoral stimulation, she just about managed to speak. If she weren’t careful, she’d have an orgasm right here in front of another woman. A woman she’d only met a few minutes ago. God, how embarrassing would that be? She dug her fingernails into her palms, hoping and praying that the pain would stop her from climaxing. You bastard, Hunter Black.

Jessica giggled. “The Masters here at Club Submission all have a real mean streak.”

“Jessica, please. How the hell am I gonna make it through the evening with this damned thing down my panties?”

Her newfound friend leaned in and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, “Sweetie, I know exactly what you need to do. Excuse yourself and go to the powder room. When you get there, remove that contraption from your little clitty, but don’t take it away completely, place it somewhere else where you can still feel the vibrations. I suggest your belly. That’s what I always do. That way, when Master Hunter turns it up to max, you can react as he expects you to.”

“Sounds like a great idea, Jessica.”

Jessica whispered in her ear again, “But make sure you put it back properly before you get home, or you’ll be found out.”

Zo? reached out and squeezed her hand. “Thanks, I think I might just do that.”

“Glad I could help, sweetie. But remember, don’t let him find out, or you’ll be in serious trouble, and don’t let him know I told you about it either. If Master Cole hears I’ve been helping you out, he’ll redden my bare ass for sure.”