The day goes on uneventfully, and I’m happy to receive the therapy appointment reminder message for tomorrow. She might have all but told me to fuck off last week, but she hasn’t given up on me completely. And if I need to take a slower approach, I can do it for her. My wolf huffs out an unimpressed breath at the thought, but he’s letting me steer for now.
And I’ll do anything for her.
Hours later, that includes my meeting at Sanctum Obscura with whom I have now learned to be the resident dominatrix, Madame Veleta.
Maya, Maya, Maya. What are you up to?
The woman sitting across from me radiates undeniable power in her full latex catsuit and eight-inch-high heels. Her lipstick is fire-engine red, and the shade matches her hair exactly.
“So, you want to join my club, Mr. Rivera,” she says, eyeing me appreciatively. “You’re an exceedingly handsome man. I’m sure many of the members would be more than happy to have you join us. You’re not my type, of course.”
“Too dominant?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow.
“Too male,” she says, smirking at me.
I smile and nod, my wolf soothed by her lack of interest. “Of course.”
“There are a few questions I need to ask you. All going well, you will then need a full STI screen before you are permitted to join. We require all members to be tested every three months or after any sexual contact with non-members. You are encouraged to use condoms, naturally, but the screening rules apply regardless. If youare bringing a guest at any stage, they will need a full screening to participate in any activities with other members. If they are only with you, they may avoid the screening but must wear a wristband to identify this.”
I nod, knowing full well the only one I’ll ever have sex with again for the rest of my life is already a member. I’ll need to call Doc and confirm I can have the screening done. Shifters don’t get STIs, so it’s not something I’ve ever needed to worry about. I just need to make sure nothing related to my genetics will raise concerns.
We spend the next thirty minutes discussing my kinks, proclivities, and my understanding of soft and hard limits. I wish I had known what I was getting into with this appointment so I could have studied, but it seems that human kink isn’t too dissimilar from the regular shifter sexual dynamics of power balance and dominance. Judging by the way Madame Veleta smiles and nods as I speak, I think this is going well.
“So, do you have any questions for me?” she asks once she appears satisfied with my responses.
“Why the masks? And the secrecy?” I ask, unable to avoid the question that has my curiosity piqued. Nothing about her is reserved, so why hide away behind cloaks and daggers?
“I’m unapologetically me,” she replies, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. “But many of our members are high profile. Politicians, celebrities, high-level executives. We take confidentiality seriously; there are no phones or cameras inside these walls. The only way I can guarantee safety is through anonymity. My members deserve to be able to practice their kinks without thefear of repercussions, as long as all involved are consenting adults. Everyone is free to share their identity, but we encourage members to wait a few weeks before they do so.”
I nod along to her words, letting them sink in and wondering what they mean for Maya.
“However, anonymity doesn’t mean members can act with impunity,” she says firmly. “You will check in at the desk on arrival, and I am able to confirm details if needed should any laws be broken or accidental pregnancies occur. Part of the agreement for members is they maintain confidentiality. Any instances of doxing other members will result in immediate barring and possible legal ramifications.”
“Of course. Sounds good to me,” I say with a smile. None of my pack would judge me for my sexual preferences. Power exchange is typical within heterosexual relationships amongst wolves; dominance is an attractive feature to female wolves. As an alpha, it’s why I’ve been fending off advances for years. And when it comes to fated mates, their kinks generally align, so there’s no fear in expressing oneself.
But I guess it’s different for humans. It’s why Maya rejected my advances. And it’s why a masked BDSM club is the perfect place to knock her walls down.
I’m not sure how I feel about my mate being a member here, but the fact safety and security are prioritized is definitely helping. Maybe if the situation was different, I would hate the idea of my mate going to a sex club. But it feels like this is a good thing. Like Fate hasn’t completely fucked me.
Let’s see her resist the pull of the mate bond now.
Chapter Thirteen
Maya
Not managing to have supervision before my next appointment with Ryan Rivera is a disaster waiting to happen. I should have canceled the session. I should have told him that I couldn’t be his therapist anymore.
But I didn’t.
Because I didn’twantto.
God, what is this man doing to me? I glance at the clock one last time, knowing he’s in the waiting room already. My awareness that he’s on the other side of the door is messing with my head. And my pussy.
Breathe in for four seconds.
Hold for four seconds.
Out for four seconds.
