“A natural high some subs experience during an intensely physical or emotional scene. It’s a Dom’s responsibility to care for their submissive both during and after.”
“Interesting. All of it, really. And I like the layout. Very … kinky.”
Dichotomy was definitely impressive and seemed far more Master’s style than Devotion.
We continued up to the third floor.
“This floor has the training room”—Master motioned toward a large room to our left—“as well as several conference rooms. In Chicago, the third floor has the men’s and women’s locker rooms. Here, they’re on the main floor.”
“And that door?” I asked, motioning toward the one room he hadn’t mentioned.
“It’s for the club’s Masters. Off-limits to submissives.”
I figured that had to be where Ransom had disappeared to.
“Access to this level is maintained by a security code that changes quarterly and is provided to the club’s Masters, which is a level of membership that can only be obtained by nomination, followed by popular vote and acceptance from the Dom. There are a few I’ve hand selected at start-up though.”
“And those stairs?” I asked, pointing toward the stairwell on the far side of the room.
“That’s the fourth floor. My personal space. I have an apartment up there.”
“Ah. Is that where you stay when you come to the club?”
“Yes. I prefer staying here, not only because I can keep an eye on things, but it also provides more privacy.”
That explained a lot. I knew Master had implemented quite a bit of security at his various residences, but from what I could tell, this would provide the ultimate. Considering that was what it was built for and all.
*
When we ascended the stairs to the fourth and final floor a short time later, I glanced behind me, smiling to myself. It was beyond obvious Master was proud of this place. And from what I’d seen, he had every right to be.
But regardless of how nice it was or even how curious I was, I had a hard time focusing because my thoughts were stuck on the way Master had kissed me back at his house.
Not once in my entire life had I ever been kissed like that.
Ever.
And fuck if I couldn’t stop thinking about his lips, his tongue, the sensual way he had explored me. His domination. Oh, damn, that had been incredible. Add to that the heat he ignited, and I’d nearly gone up in flames.
“I need you to call the spa and schedule an appointment for Clarissa,” he said as he moved into the kitchen of the fourth-floor apartment.
This place was as nice as his Texas house. Maybe not quite as nice as the California one, but that was only because he had a view there that rivaled anything I’d ever seen. But this place suited him. Very masculine, very modern.
“Of course,” I told him.
His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at it.
After clarifying which particular spa Master was referring to, I called and made the appointment, ensuring they understood the reservations came from my boss and that he wanted Clarissa pampered in every way. He hadn’t specified, but I could tell.
When I hung up the phone, I turned to see him watching me.
“What?”
“I’m looking forward to spending tomorrow night with you and Clarissa.”
Yeah. Friday seemed like such a long time from now.
I moved over to the island and took a seat while he leaned against the counter. “Clarissa’s a sweet girl.”
“She is.”
I wasn’t sure how much I was allowed to ask, but since Master had never declined to answer a question of mine before, I decided to probe a little. “How long have you known her?”
“Years. I was introduced to her at Devotion through some friends of mine. She’s…” He paused, seemingly considering his words. Something sparked in his eyes when he looked back at me. “She’s the woman I’ve craved for as long as I can remember.”
“Did you enjoy your time with her last night?” I couldn’t help it, I wanted to know.
“I did. It was very … enlightening.”
I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been jealous that he was getting close to Clarissa, but for whatever reason, I wasn’t. Sure, I wished I could’ve been with them, especially last night, when I’d been fantasizing about what they were doing, but I knew Master would require some privacy when it came to her. I hoped the same was true for him and me.
“Well, I look forward to seeing her again.” And I did, for more reasons than simply because Master looked starry-eyed when he thought about her.
His phone buzzed and his attention was once again on it.
“You will. Tonight.” He stood up tall and held up his phone. “That was Landon. He said the contract is on its way over. And while I’m thinking about it…”
Master disappeared from the kitchen, his words lingering behind him. He returned a few minutes later with a folder.
