Fantasy discreetly stood in the north side of the city, an adobe structure with a red barrel tile roof. It sat squarely between a one-story office building and another Spanish-style building housing a home design firm. The difference between the three structures was that Fantasy owned all the property behind it to allow sufficient space for parking. Visitors entered through a canopied door at the rear of the building.
The limo deposited her right at the canopy, the driver opened her door, and she slid across the seat. She pressed the doorbell set into the adobe and swallowed hard to steady her nerves. When the heavy carved wooden door swung open she stepped into the oak-paneled reception area on legs suddenly slightly unsteady.
“Good evening, Miss Johanna.”
Lila, the greeter, smiled at her.
“We haven’t had the pleasure of your visits for some time.”
Jo smoothed her hands down the flimsy material of her dress.
“No, I’ve been, uh, somewhat busy.”
“Well, we’re certainly glad you’ve chosen to celebrate your birthday with us. Your sister has made all the arrangements. I trust you’ll find them to your liking.”
“One can hope,” she muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.”
Jo pasted on a smile.
“I’m ready for the festivities to begin.”
“I’m positive you’ll enjoy the evening planned for you,” Lila smoothly said. “Let’s get your purse into a locker.”
She lifted a hand and beckoned.
“Jason? Our special guest is here.”
Special guest? Jo frowned. Exactly how special? She wondered if she’d regret agreeing to this. Her palms dampened and her throat was suddenly dry. She might have turned and run back out the door, but Jason gave her a warm smile. Black leather pants and a vest outlined a husky figure that was solid muscle. His long blond hair was intricately braided with a thin silver rope and hung down his back nearly to his waist. He was a familiar face to her, a dungeon master with whom she’d interacted many times.
“Happy birthday, Miss Johanna.” He grinned at her. “We’re happy you’re spending it with us here at Fantasy.”
“Thanks, Jason.” She gave him a weak smile. “I think.”
“Miss Kira was very specific about tonight’s arrangements.”
He winked, took her arm, and led her down a short hallway to the room where people stowed their possessions and clothing before entering the club.
When Jason reached for her purse she tightly clutched it, overcome with a sudden urge to turn and make a break for the door. But the tall man placed his hand over one of hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“I know you have some reservations because you haven’t been here to play in a long time,” he told her. “But let me assure you, tonight will fulfill your greatest fantasies.”
Jo had plenty of misgivings, considering the man of her fantasies had disappeared off the face of the earth. Could she actually be with another Dom in a place where she and Sean had been completely intimate and explored nearly every aspect of BDSM?
Yes, you can.
Kira’s voice echoed in her brain. Jo deliberately pushed back the doubts as she handed over her purse and tried to calm her jittery nerves.
“As you know, Miss Johanna, a major factor in D/s play is the stimulation of the senses and raising them to their most acute level of response. When one sense is dampened, the others become even more sensitive.”
“Yes. But why are you telling me this?”
“Because one of the things Miss Kira insisted on—and your partner for the evening—was that you be blindfolded.”
“Oh, wait. Jason, I don’t know—“
“Trust us. Trust me.”
He pulled a square of silk from his pocket and carefully folded it into a long strip.
“Relax and prepare to enjoy your evening.”
Well, she’d made up her mind that tonight would be a new and fresh start for her. No backing out now.
Jo tightly clasped her hands together as Jason placed the silk over her eyes. She was plunged into blackness at once. The rasp of her breathing became magnified. The whisper of the air conditioning like a tiny breeze on her skin.
“Come now.”
Jason took her hand.
“Your Master awaits.”
She tightly clutched his hand as he led her from the room. The carpet in the hallway was soft beneath her heels as he led her further down toward her room and an adventure. A door opened while a slight pressure of Jason’s hand at the small of her back made her jump. He pushed her forward until she was inside the room.
“Your sub, Sir.”
Jason nudged her forward.
“Thank you.”
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