by Roxy Sloane
or niceties. Who I am outside these doors, and who she is in the world beyond the club walls is meaningless tonight. As long as she is ready to play, that’s all that matters.
“Hard limits?” I ask, surveying the tools on display. Tonight isn’t about sensuality or slow pleasure. I’ll bring her to ecstasy, of course, but it will be sharp and hard—enough to sate the craving in my blood.
“I have none,” the woman says with a flirty smirk. “I’m yours completely, Master.”
I nod brusquely. “Are you ready?”
“In a moment, Sir.” She nods deferentially, then exits the room, probably to freshen up.
I pace the room restlessly. This is all wrong. The club has always been a place to feel like myself again, but for the first time, it feels like I’m playing a role, acting the part of dom instead of inhabiting the moment.
I need to snap out of it. It’s not fair for the woman here tonight; she deserves my undivided attention.
The door opens behind me. I hear her step into the room, but I don’t turn around yet. I want my first glimpse of tonight’s conquest to be the sight of her round mouth, open and waiting for my cock.
“Take off all your clothes and get into position,” I order her softly. “On your knees, hands behind your back.”
There’s silence, just the sound of clothing falling to the floor. I give her a moment, then turn.
I stop dead, my cock springing to life with a surge of sheer lust.
Isabelle kneels before me, her hands clasped behind her back. She’s completely naked: her round breasts thrust toward me, her rose-colored nipples peaked and stiff. The dim candlelight flickers, illuminating her pale skin and the strip of blonde hair nestled at the juncture of her thighs.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“What are you doing here?” I demand. Dear God, I need her. This is every fantasy brought to life, every tortured daydream made flesh and blood.
She tilts her chin up, a defiant look in her eyes. “What does it look like, Master?” she replies. “I’m waiting for your command.”
The room spins around me for a split second. I’ve heard these words countless times, but it’s never felt like this before. This moment with her is everything I’ve ever wanted.
It takes every ounce of self-restraint to keep from reaching for her. I ache to unzip my fly, free my insistent cock and plunge it deep into her sweet mouth.
This is too much. I can’t give in to her. I won’t allow myself to be so weak.
Mustering every ounce of self-control, I slap the paddle against the edge of a chair. A loud crack fills the air and Isabelle jolts in surprise. But she doesn’t break the pose, not for a second. On her knees, she waits for me. The perfect woman. The perfect sub. But she isn’t part of a scene, she can’t be.
This is real life. Here within the walls of the Underground, my two worlds collide.
“Isabelle,” I say, deliberately making my voice cold and cruel. “You don’t belong here. You need to leave. Now.”
She doesn’t move. Instead of getting up and running out the door, she shakes her head. Defying me. Or daring me to challenge her.
Isabelle’s stare locks onto me. Her blue eyes glitter in the dark.
“No. You’ve been telling me what to do, what to feel, since the moment we met here,” she says firmly, but I can hear the tremble in her voice. “Now it’s your turn to listen to me. Please.”
I pause. A war rages inside of me, but I can’t help replying. “I’ll listen.”
She takes a deep breath, sounding more confident.
“My whole life, I’ve tried to please everyone else. To keep them happy, make it so they wouldn’t…wouldn’t be angry, or upset, or leave me.” Her voice twists with emotion. “I played pretend with them all. My family, Ashcroft, Brent. They never really knew me, or wanted to. So I practiced being perfect for them.”
Isabelle trembles, her eyes glistening with tears.
“Cam, I know it sounds crazy but you’re the only person who’s ever seen through my disguise. Seen who I am inside. And I think I see you, too. The real you, not the guy you think you should be.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I stare at her in disbelief.
Isabelle’s expression becomes determined. “Now I need to make my own decisions. Put myself first, go after what I want. And what I want is you.”
I shake my head. “You don’t understand—”
“I understand everything.” Isabelle gazes back at me, her expression so certain that it takes my breath away. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you to show me everything. What you do here. What you are. Teach me, Cam. How to please you, how to feel pleasure for myself. I’m ready.”
The world fades away. Nothing else exists but the two of us, alone in this room, as Isabelle Ashcroft waits on her knees, offering me my wildest fantasies.
“This is what I want, Cam,” Isabelle demands. “I want to be yours. I want to be your sub.”
THE END.
What happens next? Cam and Isabelle’s
story continues in WILD SUBMISSION — out 12/29.
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THE INVITATION
THE INVITATION 2
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THE SEDUCTION
All women look the same on their knees with their lips wrapped around my cock.
You like to think you're different, special somehow. But trust me, I'll have you wet and begging for it before you can think of all those bullshit, good girl reasons why not.
I'm your darkest secret. Your dirtiest fantasy.
Who am I?
The Seducer.
And I've never lost a case.
Until her. Keely Fawes. My mysterious new target.
Someone wants to destroy her -- and I'm their weapon of choice.
Her secrets could be my undoing. Her innocence will ruin me.
But I don't care.
I'm going to show her how fucking good it feels to be bad. She'll come screaming my name if it's the last thing I do.
THE SEDUCTION
THE SEDUCTION 2
THE SEDUCTION 3
THE SEDUCTION 4
