She'd agreed to do this without having to know who she was with, but she wasn't interested in being with multiple partners. That was fine, Ethan and Victor didn't like the fact I didn't share my toys with anyone.
It wasn’t something I did.
I set the tablet down, I'd already memorized everything and ran my hands over the tools I planned to use tonight. As much as I wanted to bury myself in her, that would wait until she begged for my cock.
A flogger, sensory wheel, ice, a burning candle, small vibrator, fur-lined cuffs and a satin sash for her eyes. I didn't need much. Never had, but seeing her come undone would do wonders for my mood.
Chapter 7
Mira
Why hadn't I accepted the offer of a car?
Because you always drive yourself on a first date.
Except this wasn’t a date.
I'd agree to let a complete stranger train me in the art of submission. A stranger that would remain one.
Sanctum’s Mistress had assured me they handled anonymous arrangements all the time. Something about surrender—about giving up control in a way the outside world didn’t allow. Sanctum gave people room to explore safely, behind walls designed for boundaries, not risks.
I’d almost talked myself out of it, but then she’d hit a nerve:
Were you willing to let how the stranger made you feel lead you?
To silence the voices in your head?
The same voices screaming at me now:
You’re insane. You’re letting a strange man tie you up and whip you.
Micah had recommended I do my research, using an incognito browser of course, to help me in filling out the ten-page questionnaire. Sure, it hadn't all been only about my limits;the first half had been history. Who I was. What shaped me? What scared me?
Porn had always seemed fake to me, a little stupid, too exaggerated to mean anything. But what I’d watched at the club wasn’t fake. It had been raw. Real. And those images hadn’t left me since.
Bondage—never experimented. But the girl I’d seen that night at Sanctum had stirred something I couldn’t ignore.
Impact—floggers and paddles seemed manageable, and my body’s reaction had startled me. The cane? Looked like it would hurt like hell.
Fisting—absolutely not.
Anal—same… except curiosity had me marking maybe later, not to begin with.
Virgin? No.
Partners? Three. I’d wanted to round the number up, make myself sound more experienced, but honesty mattered here.
I’d been shocked when I heard back from him.
From Sir.
"Miss, strip and put your things in the locker behind you."
I blinked, forcing myself to focus on the small, delicate woman in front of me. The one who wore a full burlesque skirt but tassels over her nipples on her exposed breasts. I guess they hadn't been kidding when they'd said clothing was optional.
"Excuse me?"
She pursed her lips right before Mistress Vivienne swept into the room wearing an exquisite ball gown. Even fully dressed, she was sexy as hell. She commanded the room.
