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was repeat his name. If there was one person everyone in the lifestyle knew, it was this man. A Dom in its truest form, but more than that, he was a man; honorable, chivalrous and decent. “I’m sorry, it’s just…I’d imagined all kinds of people in my head from stalker, to creeper, to Don Juan of the BDSM world, but I never imagined it could have been you who sent me those notes or the amazing gift, which fit perfectly, I mig ht add.” Her skin flushed red when the next words just tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. “You’ve had a starring role in every fantasy I’ve had since that night in Myles ’ club, but I never dreamed in a million years I’d actually be standing here with you this way. In my mind you always deserved some professional submissive, not…well… not me. I am flattered.” He was right; she did stop breathing that first night they ’d met. There’d been s o much strength in a gentle touch when he’d taken her hand and brus hed his lips across the back of her knuckles. Any man who could take her breath away like that warranted remembering.
    “Rissa, I’ve spent more than a decade surrounded by professional submissives, and not one of them ever tempted me to look twice. You, however, I doubt I’d ever get enough of. There is a purity about you, a naturally submissive nature that begs to be nurtured, not exploited or hidden. If you’ll let me, I’d like to be the man who lets you truly embrace that side of yourself.”
    His reassu ring hand firmly at her back, she knew now why she’d felt like that first step down the stairs was like stepping into a new life. To truly embrace her submissive nature, and with a man, a Dom as pure as the one standing before her offering his hand, meant a new life — one with endless possibilities for pleasure and happiness.
    “I do have one question. The letter I received at work today,” a deep blush crawled up her cheeks, and she looked anywhere but at the man in front of her. “How did you know? I mean, what I did the last two nights?”
    “You mean that you’d pleasured yourself and come for a fantasy? Honestly? I didn’t. I’d hoped you had, because even though you didn’t know who it was specifically, I’d hoped the mere idea of me would be enough to entic e you into pleasure. I meant what I said though, that I want to be the one who satisfies you and makes you happy, and even though I wasn’t there, it seems, judging by the blush on your cheeks, I did.” He answered her honestly, which was more than she’d b een able to say of most of the men she’d been with , and it was a breath of fresh air. “Please, give me a chance to show you how much I want to be that man for you.”
    She gave him only a tentative nod. As he held his hand out for hers, she slipped her much smaller hand inside of his and gave him a soft smile behind lowered lashes. Her simple agreement to let him guide her at least for the night, and the approving smile he gave her in return was a reward in and of itself. The bartender took her empty glass, her coat, and her clutch and promised to have them delivered to Mr. Daniel’s private room. Hyper aware of every tingle and every nerve ending in her body, especially those centered in her breasts and her now slick thighs, she followed a step behind him, her hand firmly planted in his as he gave her the grand tour of the club.
    “The Devil’s Boudoir is my club. I own and run it, but I have not yet had the pleasure of the company of a submissive in my private room here. I meant it when I said yours was t he only submission I’ve craved since that moment we first met. There are a number of clubs in and around the city, though most of them are frequented by amateurs, or they lack the ambience conducive to the passion I personally look for in an exchange. I wanted to create a safe, comfortable environment for people to explore and embrace not only their predilections for what the vanilla world considers