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  Hitting the send button, she put the phone to her ear. “Hello, Sloan? I need your help.”

  Thirty minutes later, Annie opened the front door to find that not only had Sloan come to assist her, she’d brought friends. The women were carrying large bags and hanging clothes and, though they were laughing at something someone said, appeared to be on a mission. Stepping back, she took a deep breath and promised herself that, no matter what anyone suggested, her response would be, “Sure, why not?”

  She only hoped Silver and Max appreciated the torture she knew she was about to undergo for their benefit.

  Chapter Five

  Max followed Silver into the club at precisely nine o’clock that evening with his wallet and medical report out and ready to be handed over. Master had filled out the membership paperwork online so all they needed was to show their ID and medical paperwork and pay the membership fee.

  Walking into the building, he was surprised to see Annie standing at the counter signing something. At least, he thought it was Annie though he could not see her face, yet. While this woman’s hair was the same bright auburn, it was not as short or curly as the woman they were to meet in a few minutes. This woman also wore an outfit he had a feeling their sweet Annie would never wear.

  That thought stopped him in his tracks. When did she become their Annie? As he stood and marveled at his quick acceptance of the near-stranger into their lives, he continued staring at the pretty redhead. She finished what she was doing, then stepped aside, turning to look from Silver to him.

  He nearly tripped when he saw it was their girl. The woman they had met the night before had undergone a transformation to become a redheaded sex goddess.

  The spaghetti-strapped emerald-green dress lovingly hugged her curves, ending just a few inches below where he knew her pussy was. Her legs were smooth-looking, and he blinked when he noted her fingers and toes now sported blood-red nails. Her makeup was subtle, and her hair gleamed under the light, making him want to wrap her up and take her somewhere private so he could explore every inch of skin, both concealed and exposed by her sexy little dress.

  He winced when his cock began to thicken in the nonexistent room of his skin-tight Spandex micro-brief he wore under his jeans. They normally didn’t do full-on naked play when in public, but he’d gladly go bare if it meant not being castrated by his shorts.

  “Boy, come sign your paperwork.” Silver’s words broke him from his thoughts.

  After handing over his bloodwork and health screening test results to the clerk at the desk, Max quickly read through the paperwork and signed it. Master had read the rules and procedures that afternoon, but he wanted to confirm that nothing had changed from whenever the website had last been updated until now.

  After scribbling his name, he looked to his Master. “Permission to use the head, Sir?” He needed to take off his street clothes, but wasn’t sure if this was the place for that.

  The male clerk who was dressed in a barely-there bright pink toga pointed to the corner beside the desk. “We have baskets for shoes, clothes, whatever else you don’t want to take into the club. We’ve never had a problem with theft.”

  Silver looked at Annie. “Do you already have a basket, girl?”

  She nodded and crossed to the wall of baskets. Pulling out the first one on the second shelf, she carried it to the counter. Then she stepped back and turned to look at Max while obviously trying not to smirk.

  Max couldn’t help himself. He gave her a wink as he smiled back. She appeared to be in a much better headspace than their first meeting, and he secretly hoped she stayed that way.

  A sharp swat to his left ass cheek had him jumping. “Apparently you’re in need of a refresher course on how to behave in public,” Master Silver growled. “Get yourself out of those clothes while I greet our sweet girl. Now stand right there and strip down.”

  * * * *

  Pulling Annie close, Silver lowered his head and kissed her, a long, deep, wet kiss. At the same time, he stroked one hand down her back, over her ass to the lower edge of her skirt. Pushing two fingers between strands of leather, he smiled. All he felt was the bare skin of her ass cheeks, and then deeper into the valley and down to stroke over her back hole. Then he traveled even farther to feel a warm, wet pussy. He felt her shiver as he traced his way back out from between her legs.

  “Good girl,” he murmured into her mouth before taking the kiss even deeper.

  By the time he finally pulled back, she leaned heavily against him, as if her own legs would not hold her up without assistance. But that was okay. He was happy to provide any assistance she required. At least the profound, soul-deep sadness he had seen in her eyes during their last meeting had lessened.

  “Good evening, girl,” he said, smoothing a hand over her head before giving her a long, strong hug.

  “Good evening, Sir,” she said, her words soft and a little blurry around the edges. She pressed her cheek into his chest, and her arms came up and wrapped around his waist.

  Silver kissed the top of her head before looking at Max. A tilt of his head and a slightly cocked eyebrow brought the response he wanted. In the next moment, Max stepped up, pressing against Annie’s back and ass. Pulling his hands from between Annie’s back and Max’s front, Silver settled one on Max’s shoulder, and the other slid around the back of his neck. Leaning over the woman’s shoulder, he pulled Max’s head close so they, too, could share a kiss.

  “Oh, wow,” Annie breathed before she shifted, and suddenly there were three faces smooshed together and three tongues intertwined.

  It took a wolf whistle, giggles, and a hand landing on his shoulder to pull Silver from stripping and taking someone right there in the lobby. Jerking his head back, he met the gaze of a man who was even bigger than he was and who radiated a power that was practically visible in the neon green that glowed from his deep brown skin.

  “You need to take this inside before things get too out of control,” the man said before patting his shoulder and walking past. A woman wearing a barely-there, white lace chemise followed in his wake.

  Looking at the two in his arms who were now kissing one another with the same ardor they had been kissing him sent more blood flowing into his cock. “Come on, pets. Let’s go inside and see what all this place has to offer.”

  Taking Annie’s hand in his left, he planted his right hand in the middle of Max’s bare back, and they made their way through the red velvet curtains and into the main room of Club Esoteria. They had visited a lot of clubs over the years, and after a sweep of the room, he had to admit that this had to be one of the nicest ones they had been in. He now understood why the membership fee was high, even for first-time visitors.

  He had noted on their arrival that the exterior building appeared to be a turn-of-the-century four-story brick warehouse that looked much like any of the other older warehouses in any Southern town in America. This one had been renovated with new windows, and the entire building had been painted a medium tan. The one big difference that made this one stand out from the other old warehouses was the fenced-in parking lot. He’d only seen more elaborate fences at outdoor storage facilities.

  There wasn’t even a fancy billboard posted anywhere to announce to the world what kind of business this building housed. In fact, there were no signs of any kind, except a small one on the side of the mailbox where the words “Club Esoteria” and the street address had been painted in reflective paint in a rather bland script font.

  The front door entered into a soft gray color room with an industrial-grade carpet and looked like it could be a lobby in any office building in the country. It even had a couch and two club chairs grouped in the corner. The doors to the locker rooms were painted the same deep red as the velvet curtain that separated the entrance from the main club area.

  The lights in the room were bright, so he could take in the various stations around the room, as well as the more couches and chairs slightly hidden from the room by plants and short w
alls to provide more privacy for those using them. In one back corner was a small stage, and opposite it was a wide set of stairs that led to an open second-floor balcony.

  From the virtual tour the club’s website offered, Silver deduced those were the themed rooms where members could play in private. Maybe, if there was a next time, he would see about renting one for them to play in.

  Bringing his attention back to the main room of the club, he noted the dozen or so people who were present for the open house were wandering the room. Some looked curious, others stunned. In the center of the room was a long, two-sided bar with a U-form at one end and a St. Andrew’s cross at the other. Two bartenders dressed in form-fitting jeans and black leather vests were filling drink orders. Looking down at his own jeans, vest, and cowboy boots, Silver smiled. He would fit right in with the Dominants.

  The other visitors were dressed in everything from jeans and T-shirts to club wear to one woman who wore a fuzzy kitty costume. She and the man holding the leash that attached to her pink rhinestone collar were obviously no newbies to the lifestyle either.

  Taking a deep breath and noting the subtle scent that filled the air of lemon cleansers, leather, sweat, and sex, Silver had a feeling he was going to enjoy playing at Club Esoteria. Especially if they could get Annie to join them.

  “Come along, pets. Let’s go get a drink.”

  Chapter Six

  “Annie? Is that you?”

  The question came from the brown-haired bartender even as he set a glass on the counter in front of Annie. Max wasn’t sure how he felt as the man hurried out from behind the bar and swept Annie into a big hug.

  “Hello, Master Jackson. How are you?” Annie said as she returned the hug.

  “I’m fine, girl, but you look like hell. We’ve missed you. I thought you’d moved until Sinclair got Sloane’s call this afternoon.”

  It took a moment before Max realized this man wasn’t making a pass at Annie, but was gently reprimanding her for avoiding the club since her husband’s death. He wasn’t surprised when a low growling sound came from the man standing next to him.

  “Umm, thanks, I think?” Annie said, once the man released her and stepped back. “And I’m sorry. I couldn’t come alone, not without Eric. It just wouldn’t have been the same.”

  Jackson’s expression gentled before he looked at Max and Silver. His gaze then sharpened. “But you’ve come back for the open house. And apparently you’re not alone any longer?”

  “Master Jackson, I’d like you to meet Master Silver.” Annie laid a hand on Silver’s shoulder.

  She made the introduction as she must have been trained by her former Master. Max knew as the slave, it was his Master’s prerogative as to whether or not the other Dominant would learn his name. Most of the time Silver didn’t bother, especially if they were there for one night only. He waited patiently, standing in a military at-ease position with his eyes on Silver. Annie stood beside him in a similar stance, also watching their Master.

  “Silver Baer,” Silver said as he shook hands with Jackson.

  “Jackson Matthews,” the brown-haired man said in response.

  “This is Max. He belongs to me,” Silver said, laying a big, warm hand on Max’s shoulder.

  With that, Max looked at the bartender. “Good evening, sir.”

  “Good evening Max,” Jackson said before turning his attention back to Silver. “So, you’re new to Club Esoteria. Are you just passing through the area or looking to settle in the area?”

  Max’s gaze returned to Silver. He could not wait to hear the answer to that question, as well. Even though Silver was in charge, when it came to life decisions like this one, he always included Max in the decision-making process. And so far they had yet to discuss whether or not they would be staying in eastern North Carolina.

  Instead of answering, Silver glanced around the room before looking at Annie with a gentle smile. “It depends on a number of things, but I’m thinking we might stick around here for a while.”

  Before Silver could respond, a man stepped up on the stage and called for everyone’s attention. Max followed as Silver wrapped an arm around Annie and guided her around the bar and over to join the small crowd of people in front of the stage.

  “Good evening and welcome. My name is Dominic Zacarro, and I own Club Esoteria. How many have been to a BDSM club before?”

  He watched and Silver and Annie both raised their hands. Silver sent him a look that had his hand going up, as well. Theirs were the only hands in the air.

  “Okay, thanks. How many are here because of those Fifty Shade movies?”

  Max was not surprised when about half the people in the group raised their hands.

  “Uh-huh. Okay. And how many are here because they’re hoping to hook up with a kinky sex partner?”

  Though they did not raise their hands, several young single men shoved and pointed at one another while a trio of young women nearby giggled and shifted. Obviously they fit that category.

  “All right, thanks,” Dominic chuckled. “A few rules that are nonnegotiable. Breaking them will get you not only thrown out of here, but blackballed from visiting any club we have contact with, which is most of them from Florida to Oregon. First, all play, and I do mean every single scene, will be safe, sane, and consensual. Red is the club-wide safe word. There are dungeon monitors, but they can’t see everything. If you see something and it doesn’t look right, feel right, or makes you wonder if you should step in, call one of them over. Most of them have been here for years and know how everyone plays and how much most of the submissive members of the club can take before hitting their limits. Unless someone is calling red and being ignored, do not interfere with a scene.”

  Having lived in the lifestyle for the last five years, and visiting clubs for several years before that, Max was familiar with the rules. He half listened to the rest of the introduction speech while looking around. The St. Andrew’s cross along the far wall pulled at him, and he wondered if he would be able to talk Silver into a session with the flogger and crop the man had packed in the bag that was hanging from his shoulder. It had been a while, and he could really use a session to cut away the muck and oil and get his slave’s soul gleaming once more. That followed by a good long fucking would settle him back into his skin in a way nothing else could.

  But tonight wasn’t about him and his needs. It was about seeing whether or not Annie would fit into their little family.

  * * * *

  Silver looked around, not only making plans for future use of the various pieces of equipment placed around the room, but also noting the exits, the signs for restrooms at the back of the room, and a long table with finger foods and bottles of water on it near the stage. His attention returned to the stage when the crowd around them began applauding.

  Wrapping a hand around the necks of his subbies, he guided them around the edge of the milling crowd and toward the man in charge who was coming down off the stage.

  “Good evening,” he said to the club owner.

  “Good evening. You’re the ones with experience.”

  “Yes, Silver Baer,” Silver said as he shook the man’s hand. “This is Max, my slave boy, and my newly acquired submissive, Annie, who has been a member here in the past. My boy is in need of a lesson in manners, and I was wondering if you’d be interested in us demonstrating a flogging and caning punishment. While we offer the visual, you could provide commentary and answer questions for the newbies.”

  He waited while Dominic looked around the crowd for a moment before turning back to him. “Thank you that would be great. My girl’s out of town, and we don’t have any other single subbies in the house tonight, except Eli working the desk and he’s not into pain. This is our first open house, and honestly, I didn’t expect so many unexperienced guests. Let me get the tour and BDSM 101 lessons out of the way so we don’t traumatize too many, so you’ll be up in about an hour. Will that work for you?”

  Silver nodded in understan
ding. “Works for me. Where would you like us?”

  “Your call. In the meantime, you’re welcome to join the class, or if you have something else planned, I’ll give you a few minutes notice before introducing you and your scene,” Dominic said.

  “Sounds good,” Silver said as he scanned the side wall. He pointed to the St. Andrew’s cross in the middle of the wall just down from the stage. “Claim that station for our demonstration, boy, then join us over in that corner.”

  “Yes, Master,” Max said without hesitation, just as Silver knew he would.

  “Now, little pet, you and I are going over to that couch over there and get better acquainted.” Silver nodded toward a couch and chair tucked under the stairs leading to the second floor. Between the stairs, and a few well-placed plants, the seating area had an air of privacy he felt they would need to take their budding relationship to the next level.

  Annie looked at him and blinked before she said, “As you wish, Sir. I am yours to command.”

  Silver’s cock filled in response to her words as well as her expression of excited submission. Leaning in, he gave her a quick, deep kiss before reaching down and adjusting his hard cock to a more comfortable position. Sometimes, skin-tight leather pants were a bitch. Annie watched his action, cheeks pinking up until her entire face glowed.

  “You are, aren’t you?”

  Wrapping one arm around her shoulder, Silver slipped his hand under the neckline of her dress. He settled his palm over the peak of her breast as they skirted the group of newbies and crossed the room. Dominic was starting a crash course in the basics of BDSM. Silver could not help but smile when he heard a few soft gasps and whispers follow them around the bar and to the semi-private corner under the stairs.

  Though tempted to strip her and get right to a scene, they needed to talk about their meeting the night before, as well as what was expected tonight. Then, depending on her answers, he would decide whether to take things slow and easy or not. From the beaded nipple pressing into his palm, Annie seemed aroused and ready for whatever he might want to do to her. Which was both good and bad.