by Amy Valenti
HOT, RICH AND DOMINANT 5: NO MORE SECRETS
Amy Valenti
Copyright 2013 Amy Valenti
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Stepping into the spotlight…
Nell West has spent a whirlwind couple of months as Marc Cassidy’s submissive. But even as the handsome, charming vice-CEO of the Cassidy Corporation guides her into the BDSM scene at large, Nell senses he’s hiding a huge part of his past from her. What prompted him to leave the D/s community for over two years, and what exactly happened to end his relationship with his last submissive, Callie?
Conflicting emotions…
It’s not just Marc’s romantic past that remains an enigma. He’s working hard on something, but he’s keeping Nell in the dark. His intense, unspoken dedication to the project’s progress makes her uneasy. What is he planning, and why is it so important to Marc and his sister, Serena?
When the tension finally reaches breaking point and Marc’s carefully laid plans fall to pieces, Nell must find the strength to demand the same unfailing honesty from her Dom that he expects of her—whatever Marc’s reaction might be. Can she coax the secrets he’s hiding out into the open, or will he leave her with no choice but to walk away?
HOT, RICH AND DOMINANT 5: NO MORE SECRETS
Amy Valenti
Chapter One
Dear Diary,
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god… Am I really going to do this? Oh god, oh god, oh god…
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“Sir!” I hissed, gripping his arm so hard it would probably leave bruises. Terror made my voice high-pitched and breathless. “Please, stop… Wait!”
With a long-suffering sigh, Marc pulled me into an alleyway. Before I could do more than feel relieved that at least we weren’t continuing down the street, he’d backed me up against the wall and was holding me there with his body weight.
“Eleanor, we’ve had this discussion already. Your outfit is fine. In fact, I’d even say you’re overdressed.”
My nerves taking second place to a rush of hormones, I gazed up at my handsome Dom. When he had me pinned to the wall like this, all I wanted to do was beg for him to take me. Which was a little incongruous with the fact that I was worried about how I was going to come across in a BDSM club just down the street—but there, it was expected that things would get a little freaky. Out here, we could get arrested.
“I’m just scared I won’t fit in.”
He smiled and tugged the collar around my neck gently. “Once you get inside, that’ll be the last thing you’re worried about. I swear.”
“Why, is there something bigger to worr—?”
Marc kissed me hard, silencing me mid-sentence. I relished the forceful gesture, allowing him to dominate me with his kiss as shivers chased each other up and down my spine. I arched my back, rubbing my nipples against his solid chest, forgetting my anxiety for precious moments.
“Oh, for god’s sake! You two can’t even wait until we get inside?”
We broke the kiss to find Joy standing in the entrance to the alleyway, shaking her head in amusement.
“We’ll be right there,” Marc told his friend and housemate, while I laughed.
“If you’re not at the club in five minutes, I’m sending Helen to come and check on you. You know she’ll never let you live it down if she catches you getting down and dirty here…” Threat made, Joy moved out of sight again with a small wave.
Marc and I were left alone to contemplate each other.
“As I was about to say,” he told me, “once I get you in the dungeon area you’ll only be worrying about what I’m going to do to you. I have very specific plans for you tonight, Eleanor.”
I gathered my courage, nodding. “Yes, Sir.”
“Come on.” He put a hand to the back of my neck and guided me back out onto the street, dropping his arm to my waist once we were back in full view of passers-by.
I took a deep breath as we walked the last couple of hundred feet towards Club Primal. It looked just like any club, from the outside—the only difference was that if you weren’t on the list, you didn’t get in.
For a well-known guy like Marc to go to a BDSM club, it had to be pretty exclusive. The tabloids didn’t take a particular interest in him—he was a celebrity of the business world rather than the entertainment one—but if they found a reason to sensationalise his life, they would.
The bouncers recognised Marc, though they seemed a little taken aback to see him. He’d told me it’d been a while since he’d been out on the scene, but until now I hadn’t realised just how surprising his reappearance here was.
Once we were inside, I glanced around the lobby, which was simply but elegantly decorated. The reception desk was occupied by a short woman with a shaved head and piercings everywhere. She did an exaggerated double-take when she saw Marc. “Well, blow me! Dylan said you were coming, but I didn’t believe it until just now. How are you, honey?”
Her Southern accent was a strange contrast to her extreme appearance—she sounded just like a waitress in my local diner, who’d originally been from Kentucky.
I watched as she came around the reception desk to hug Marc. She then turned to me. “And this is...?”
“Nell.” Marc put his arm around me and drew me close to his side. “You’ll be seeing a fair amount of her, if I have anything to do with it.”
She smiled. “Nice to meet you, Nell. I’m Dani.”
“Hey,” I returned shyly. “Nice to meet you. Just as a disclaimer, I don’t always look this terrified.”
After shaking my hand, Dani returned to her spot behind the desk. “First time, huh? We’ve all had ours, don’t worry, sweet-pea. You’ll get yours over and done with tonight, and never look back.”
I nodded, strangely reassured. “Thanks.”
Dani moved on to business, taking Marc’s credit card. Before she processed the payment, she drew my attention to a list of club rules pinned to the noticeboard next to the desk. I scanned the list quickly, noting that most of the rules were what Marc expected of me in-scene anyway. Of particular interest was the part that said that subs wearing collars were off the menu as play partners, except to the Dominant who’d collared them. I brushed my fingers over the leather band around my throat for reassurance. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about being sleazed on.
“Okay, let me take your coats, guys.” Dani handed Marc’s card back to him, then waited expectantly.
Moment of truth number one… While Marc shrugged out of his leather duster and handed it over, I toyed with the buttons of my velvet trenchcoat, stalling for time. It kept my outfit completely hidden and gave me a semblance of modesty, but I already knew Marc wouldn’t let me keep it on.
“Eleanor.”
Just my name, but it was enough to make me comply. How did he do that?
I slipped the coat off my shoulders, hugged it protectively for a second, then offered it to Dani. Grinning
at my discomfort, she disappeared into a side room, calling over her shoulder, “You look good!”
“Told you,” Marc said, putting his hands on my hips to draw me closer. “You’re gonna be fine.”
I looked down at the soft leather bra and mini-skirt I was wearing, folding my arms around my midriff.
“Hands behind your back, Eleanor.”
I bit back a curse and did what he’d asked, lacing my fingers together self-consciously.
“Good girl.”
Dani came back and handed Marc a couple of tickets. “Coats are checked, fees are paid... You’re good to go, guys. Have fun!”
We thanked her, then Marc steered me past the desk and farther down the hall towards a pair of double doors, pinning my wrists behind my back. “In a moment, you won’t feel underdressed. I promise.”
He gave me a quick, hard kiss, then pulled open one of the doors.
I stepped into a weird kind of wonderland. Everything was classy—red leather couches, polished glass and chrome tables, and a bar-front that faded from one colour into the next, into the next, into the next... Everywhere, people were drinking, socialising, chilling out. It didn’t feel like a BDSM club from a movie at all...except that there were naked or nearly-naked subs kneeling at the feet of their Dominants, or curled up in their laps—male, female, androgynous... There were Doms dressed in full leather outfits, and a couple of the Dommes were wearing skin-tight latex.
I immediately felt better about my outfit when one of the Doms ordered his completely naked female submissive up onto a square pedestal, which seemed to be there expressly for the purpose of humiliating a sub. By the time the redhead had taken the required position, she was blushing furiously and biting her lip, her eyes cast down. Her Dom took a slow sip of his drink, looking her over appreciatively, and I felt myself getting wet just at the thought of being displayed that way. God...
Marc followed my gaze and laughed softly. “See?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmured, and let my shoulders drop, consciously relaxing.
He smiled at me. “Good. We’ll stay here for a while, get something to drink and let you adjust before we move on.”
Nodding at his housemates on the way past, he towed me over to the bar by the ring on my collar. Since he’d taken to dragging me around with two fingers inside my pussy of late, I was just glad I was allowed to keep my panties on for now.
“Marc,” the slim, shirtless guy behind the bar said shortly.
“Tim. It’s been a while.”
“Uh-huh. What’ll it be?”
Marc glanced at me questioningly, then added, “No alcohol.”
I ordered an orange juice, wondering what beef the bartender had with Marc. It was a very different reception from the one he’d received from Dani. Marc obviously had a history with this guy.
He ordered a non-alcoholic beer, and Tim quickly filled the order. Marc didn’t pay him right there, so I assumed he had a tab running. “Come on,” he told me, handing me my glass.
We joined the others at their table. Marc threw a cushion down at his feet as a clear instruction that I should sit on the floor, the way Anna, Dmitri and Joy were. I set my drink on the table before slowly lowering myself down.
Dmitri cocked his head towards the blushing sub with a grin. “Quite a sight, huh?”
I grinned. “Makes me feel better about my tiny outfit.”
Marc ran his fingers through my hair. “Don’t get too cocky, beautiful. The night is young.”
I shut up fast. He couldn’t possibly want me naked for all to see, could he?
The worst—and best—thing was, I knew he did. And would have no qualms about making me that way, too. If I gave him a reason.
I resolved to be very well-behaved and quiet.
We sat chatting, sipping our drinks. Over the past couple of months, I’d gotten used to the mini-dynamics going on between each Dominant and his or her submissive. They were all subtly different. Marti liked to dig her nails into the back of Anna’s neck to remind her who was boss, and Anna obviously loved it. Joy showed Dylan a reverence when she was in sub mode that she never gave him when they were interacting on a vanilla level. Helen was fond of tugging on Dmitri’s ear whenever he stepped out of line, but was otherwise warm and sweet towards him. He’d confided in me that he wasn’t much into public shows of D/s, and that their relationship was mainly private. To watch them together most of the time, you’d never know they were kinky, but there were occasions that Dmitri slipped into his service sub role in front of his housemates and me.
As for Marc... He kept in constant contact with me throughout the time we spent in the lounge area, whether he was resting his leg against my side or stroking my hair. It was as if he sensed my nervousness—and I really was on edge. By the time I’d drained my glass, I’d gotten used to the various states of undress of subs around the room, but when Marti nudged Anna with her foot and quietly commanded her to take off the skimpy shirt she was wearing, it was still a shock. I wasn’t quite sure where to look. It was different when it was someone I knew stripping off.
“Eleanor.” Marc tugged my collar ring as I gazed down into my lap. My full attention was his instantly. “Watch what Marti does to Anna.”
Anna smiled at me, unselfconscious in her state of semi-undress. When Marti reached into the bag of toys she’d brought with her and drew out a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a chain, however, she blanched a little.
“Hold still, my love...” Marti scratched her nails over Anna’s nipple, then pinched it with a viciousness that made me flinch. Marti had always been so soft-spoken when I’d talked to her. This side of her was completely new to me.
Anna whimpered when Marti adjusted the clamp around her nipple. Marti murmured something under her breath, and Anna nodded, taking a deep breath. As I watched, Marti repeated the process with Anna’s other breast.
I frowned as unwanted desire seeped into my body. It felt wrong to be watching this, let alone getting off on it. Anna didn’t seem to mind, and Marti was now watching me with amusement, but I felt as though I should apologise and rush from the room.
“You’re uncomfortable with your inner voyeur,” Marc said, drawing me closer to his knee. “Lay down your head and close your eyes.”
With relief, I did what he’d asked, shutting out the sight of Anna’s clamped breasts and Marti’s knowing smile. Marc stroked my hair gently, soothing away the embarrassment I felt on Anna’s behalf.
“Do you have anything to say?” Marc asked me quietly.
“I don’t know,” I murmured.
“How do you feel?”
I cringed inwardly. “Embarrassed.”
“Just embarrassed? Or is there more you need to admit to?”
I buried my face in his leg with a sigh. “Please don’t...”
“Face it, Eleanor. How do you feel when you see a friend being made ready for a scene in the dungeon?”
He wasn’t going to let me back away from the question; I could sense it. I swallowed, facing up to what I was feeling.
“I want it, Sir.”
He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head up to look into my face. “What do you want, Eleanor?”
Knowing that the rest of them were listening made my humiliation complete. “I want to watch, Sir. And I want you to treat me like that.”
Marc loosened his grip, and I covered my face with my hands, looking through my fingers at Anna, half-expecting her to be disgusted with me.
She held out a hand to me, smiling. I took it tentatively, and she squeezed.
“It’s okay. Watching is sexy. It’s hard to admit at first, but it’s beyond hot to watch D/s play. Even hotter if it’s sexual. You don’t have to be ashamed of it, Nell.”
Her reassurance made me feel a little better. “Thank you,” I whispered.
She squeezed my hand again, then let go.
“Thanks, Anna. Marti.” Marc stood up, then tugged on my collar, making me stand up as well. “I
think you’re ready to go and watch some of what’s going on in the dungeon, don’t you?”
Marti clipped a leash to Anna’s collar as Marc picked up the toy bag he’d asked Joy to bring inside earlier, as I’d trailed behind the rest. The four of us headed towards the dungeon, and as I cast my gaze backwards I realised Helen was busy kissing Dmitri senseless, while Dylan had Joy curled up in his lap and was talking softly to her. We left them to it.
Through the next set of double doors, the hallway was short and ended in yet another set of doors. As we approached, someone pushed through them, and slow, seductive rock music floated out, along with rhythmic slaps and thuds and a low groan of pain.
Shivers ran down my spine, and I glanced at Anna. She was gazing ahead with an expression of gleeful anticipation, though the nipple clamps had to be killing her.
“Ready?” Marc put a hand on the back of my neck and squeezed. Whether it was meant to be reassuring or an assertion of dominance, I wasn’t sure. I took it as both.
“I think so.”
Marti went first, towing Anna into the dungeon. Marc caught the door before it could close and followed, his hand still on my neck to guide me.
I concentrated on making my feet move, not looking up as I went where Marc wanted me to go. I was scared that if I looked up, I’d start staring and make a complete ass of myself. Once we were standing somewhere we’d be for a few minutes, I’d take a glance around.
Someone cried out in ecstatic release, and I felt blood rushing between my thighs. A second later, a satisfied groan accompanied a softer cry, and I pulled in a deep breath to steady myself. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look...
Marc manoeuvred me against a wall, and I put my back to it gratefully. Then, finally, I looked around me.
