I could never be the reason for them being excommunicated from the church. “I’ll think about it,” I lie when I take the bag. Tori has a small idea of my desires but doesn’t know about the club.
“Okay, I won’t ask, but here is all you need. And I put a new toothbrush in there, so you can make your breath minty fresh.”
I peek into the bag with a tight pair of dark jeans, red heels, at least three inches, and a red bustier. “Do I want to know why you have this?” I point at the top.
“I thought you might need it.” She gives me an all-knowing wink when I take her in my arms. “You are the best friend there is. I hope you know this, right?” I ask.
“Am I best friend enough to tell me what you are going to do with this?”
I don’t respond but give her another tight hug. Climbing back into my truck, I make my way to the club.
As a club submissive, I don’t have the run of it, though I’ve snuck around once to Maddox’s office to challenge him.
All Doms and their subs are given passcodes to the building. Club subs are given the dungeon master’s code to alert him we're at the facility so he can buzz us in. Though, I do have the code to enter the gated area, surrounding the old warehouse building.
I punch in Jay’s personal number. It pages his cell phone when the speaker calls out. “Ms. Atkins, you are fairly early.”
“Yes, Master Jay. And I’m sorry. But I was wondering if I could get changed in the subs’ dressing room. I had to leave my house very unexpectedly.”
“Yes, of course, Ms. Atkins. But I trust you’ll stay in the submissive area until someone comes to get you?”
“Master Jay, I promise.” He buzzes the door open. He knows I’ve snuck to get to Maddox before. He’s acted as if he’d not known, but I secretly think he has been rooting for the two of us.
“Good girl, Ms. Atkins. Please remain there, and I’ll come to get you when Mr. Danner is ready for you.”
The speaker is silent, and as I enter through the submissive area, I turn on the lights and make a mad dash to the changing room. It’s decked out with everything, showers, makeup, club clothes, towels. Taking a gander at my watch, then over to the showers, I wonder if I have time to wash off all the BS my father slung at me today. With two hours before my scheduled appointment, I decide it’s exactly what I need.
Chapter Three
Maddox
The easiest way into the club while avoiding the most people is through the submissives’ lounge, and when I swipe my card and open the door, the most angelic voice greets me, singing Janis Joplin’s “Bobby McGee.” I stand near the changing area to listen. Something gets my attention on one of the many small tables that are set throughout the subs’ lounge—it’s a set of keys.
Picking them up, I see a small Washington state replica of our license plates. It says Juliana on it. For the first time since I’ve known her, I realize Jewel isn’t her God-given name. Next to the name tag, if I had any doubt this wasn’t my Jewel’s set of keys, is a picture of her with a pretty brunette. She’s here much earlier than her scheduled appointment with the jackass who wants to bed her. And I’m not sure if this works to my advantage or it’s my curse that I can’t contain myself around her.
Going back to the dressing room door, I pound on it, and when she doesn’t answer, I peek in to get her attention. It cracks open without any issue. But what I don’t expect to see is her beautiful majestic self in the shower, soaping up her gorgeous body. When she turns around and our eyes lock on one another, she smiles at me. She’s not mad or upset I’ve interrupted her in a very intimate way because she winks at me.
“Do you like what you see, Sir?” She twists her body around and bends over, putting her fine ass on display. Fuck, she knows how to hurt me.
“Juliana, please come find me in my office when you are done getting ready.” Her eyes widen when I use her full name. “I love your God-given name, by the way, saw it on your keys.”
Her smile at me watching her changes to an expression I can’t quite read. I will ask about her name later, but for now, I have plans for my precious gem. “Did you hear me, Juliana? Come see me when you are finished,” I demand.
She turns around and all the soap is off her tits. I’m at a loss for words, but her reply is simple with her head dropped low. “Yes, Sir.”
I shut the door behind me, adjusting myself, a little ashamed I’d interrupted her private moment. If it were another man peeking in on her, his ass would be kicked out. And I’d never had done this to another woman, but it’s not like I don’t know what my precious gem looks like naked.
I storm to my office, raging with myself on so many levels. Jay passes through a doorway, only to back step. “Maddox. Good, you’re here,” he begins, but I’m glad to see him, too. I have a task for him.
“Yeah, just got here. Do me a favor, would you?” I don’t wait for him to say yes because quite honestly, I don’t have the time for it. “I need that member’s file emailed to me immediately.”
He stops, walking toward me with something outstretched in his hand. “I’m one step ahead of you. Just in case you need it, here’s a hard copy, boss.” After taking the file from Jay, I continue to my office. Swiping my card again, I call behind me. “By the way, Jewel has permission to come to me before meeting with the new potential Dom.”
She’s a sneaky little thing, avoiding the dungeon masters to get to me one time. She got caught and was given a written warning. The next would lead to her being kicked out.
“Sure thing, boss,” he calls after me.
Turning on the light to my office, I don’t make it to my desk. Instead, I throw myself back on the couch, a little optimistic that this man will be the right fit for Jewel. If he is, I’ll happily step aside, or so I tell myself. But she’s so young in the world of BDSM. Well, she’s fucking young as hell, too, so my need to make sure she’s with the right guy is my duty since I was her first.
It's what I continue to tell myself as I search through the file. Drake Danner, thirty-four, a bank investment president. Well, that must be boring as fuck! I continue to flip through his file. Medical testing up to date. Was just given a private room in this club and wants a full-time submissive and a partner. Will support his sub in her dreams. Goals: Marriage.
Well, fuck, this is everything Jewel had told me that night after I freaked the fuck out over taking her virginity, only to find out she’s a preacher’s kid. This is what she wants in life.
It’s the perfect fit, it truly is, and everything I can’t give her. A family of my own has never been something I’ve thought of for my future, not after the first time I fell in love. I have my mother, sister, and niece, and they are enough for me in this world.
I should be happy for her. I really should. She’ll get what she wants, but then I stop to think. I really don’t know what she wants, besides me and marriage. I have no idea what her goals are or what her home life entails. Hell, she may be going off to college this fall. With Drake Danner’s file in my hand, I don’t care one iota what he wants. I need to understand what Jewel needs.