“Did I?”
“You rejected the shoes.”Then she relented.“Okay, maybe I fell in love with them.”
He helped her into the car then headed for the loop.
The drive through town then south to exurban Houston took forty-five minutes, and her heart rate seemed to increase with each minute.
After exiting the highway, he drove for miles.Homes got farther apart, the land less manicured.
He turned onto another road, heading farther west, and she saw a wrought-iron fence with a decorative but wicked spiked top.Behind it was a row of oleanders.
She was surprised when he was stopped by a security guard at a checkpoint.
After the man verified their IDs, they were waved through.
The driveway seemed to meander forever, flanked by huge hedges.
Eventually what appeared to be a mansion came into view.It wasn’t anything she imagined a BDSM club might look like.
He pulled up into a long driveway, and valets opened their doors.
Nathan came around to her side.His bag was slung over his left shoulder.He cupped his right hand beneath her elbow and guided her up the stairs.
Instead of going inside, he drew her to the far side of the wraparound porch where they’d have some privacy.“Before we go in.”He put down the bag and lifted out her collar.“I didn’t ask you to wear it before now.It’s probably a good thing.We scared Mr.Martinez plenty.”
She gave a laugh that she knew revealed her skittishness.
“Please lift your hair.”
Within thirty seconds, he had her collared.
“Damn.You’re even more appealing now.”He looped his finger into the D-ring and pulled her close enough for a tender kiss.“You’re going to be fine,” he told her.
“I trust you.”
“That’s my perfect sub.”
Inside, they were met by a hostess wearing a dark suit and friendly smile.
“Mr.Donovan,” the woman said.“And Ms.Lane.Welcome to Deviation.”
Kelsey realized then that the security guard had probably radioed ahead.Classy.
She’d expected something dark and maybe shadowy, but this more closely resembled a fine restaurant or boutique hotel.The entryway had a stunning, geometric pattern in the wood flooring, and the club’s logo was inlaid.A couch-height table was made from cherrywood, and it was flanked by two elegant Queen Anne chairs.Potted palms provided the area with privacy.An unusual waterfall seemed to run perpendicular to a wall, and lights danced off the splashing drops.
She heard music and voices, but both were surprisingly muted.
“Have a seat, and we’ll get the details taken care of.”
While the woman took her place behind the desk, Kelsey and Nathan sat in the chairs that were angled toward each other.
“Ms.Lane, I need you to sign the disclaimer and agree to club rules.”A pen and the appropriate paperwork were already waiting.
Kelsey scanned the agreement that included the standard legalese but also indicated that Nathan had sponsored her, and since she was a guest, she agreed to remain with him for the rest of the evening.People drinking at the bar were unable to scene afterward.It also indicated that the club’s safe word was red.Club Monitors wore black blazers and watched all the happenings and had the authority to stop scenes.Members and guests were encouraged to talk to a CM before intruding on someone else’s scene.
The final rules for the common areas were underlined.No sex.No bare genitalia.And women were not allowed to have exposed nipples.
Feeling as if she’d entered a foreign country, she signed her name.
