That night I lay in bed, unable to get even a wink of sleep because I couldn’t get all the glorious scenes out of my head. His voice haunted me, replaying over and over. It was so incredibly sexy with that slight British accent as he handled me like he knew my body better than even I did.

When my alarm went off in the morning, I groggily rolled out of bed and proceeded to get ready for the day. I was exhausted, but I hoped a few cups of coffee would help remedy that. Thankfully, Jennifer wasn’t at work so I didn’t have to worry about her peppering me with questions and wanting my opinion on everything after she’d had a night to gather her thoughts. The woman spoke so quickly, I could only imagine what she’d be like after the way her eyes practically popped out of her head at the party.

Unfortunately I didn’t have any appointments until the afternoon, so my mind had all that free time to continue tossing about my options and reasons for each. To the outside observer I was doing paperwork and checking on shipments and deliveries needed for parties that were coming up, but my insides were much busier.

After a couple of hours passed and I was still unable to focus on anything productive, I gave in and put my information into an online counseling site I’d found that had great reviews. I really didn’t want to have to go in person to talk to someone about my problems flaring up again. It was embarrassing enough the first time, let alone to admit that I had fallen yet again.

The doctor didn’t seem all that helpful, and when he suggested I come into the office to meet him in person, I quickly disengaged. I couldn’t handle that on top of everything. I’d have to try again when I was at home, when I hopefully wouldn’t be as jumpy. It’d been stupid to even talk to the doctor while at work. I needed to get my mind off my problems, not focus on them more than I already was.

Once appointments started showing up, the rest of the day flew by and I found myself pacing my living room, still debating. Master J had said that I was to show up at the same time as the day before. Was that the time that we had arrived or the time that he was talking to me? I hadn’t paid attention to exactly when we’d arrived or when he’d caught me in the hallway. Hell, I guess I’d already made up my mind that I was going. It was a matter of what time. Would it matter? I didn’t know. Didn’t want to find out.

I had to find out if my reaction to him was a one-time thing or if it would happen again. It didn’t help that I also wanted to put a face to the voice that still caused me to break out into shivers when I thought of it.

Not giving myself a chance to back out, I changed into a pair of black pants and a silk blouse; I wore both to work, but it was the best I had that worked for dressy casual. Leaving my hair in the low ponytail I’d worn all day, I grabbed my purse and headed to the club.

Wiping a sweaty palm on my pants, I opened the car door once I’d parked in front of the building from the night before. It looked exactly the same. Some part of me thought things would look different, but nothing had changed. Taking a deep breath, I exited the car and walked swiftly to the door of the building.

The single man standing guard by the door lifted an eyebrow at me when I stopped in front of him. He nodded over his shoulder for me to go in. Swallowing hard, I stepped past him.

Once inside, I was greeted by a new woman waiting to take my belongings. Before she could speak, I held out my purse and said, “I’m here for Master J.”

“Ah. Yes.” She smiled briefly before pulling back the curtain for me.

Looking from her to the curtain, I wasn’t certain what I was expected to do. Would he find me once I was inside? Was I to wait for someone to come get me? When she didn’t say anything else, I stepped through the curtain to find the same massive room, still clogged with people like the night before. People milling about, whipping, spanking, consensual torture — like it hadn’t been nearly twenty-four hours since I’d left.

“Please follow me,” a man in a black shirt and pants said before walking off, not waiting to see if I was following.

After a moment’s hesitation, I quickly caught up to him. Nerves kept any of the half-naked people or arousing sounds from affecting me. I was much too focused on what I was about to walk into to even think about watching. When my escort opened a door and gestured for me to enter, I blew out a breath and did as I was told. Finding myself in a small room with another door directly in front of me, I spun around.

“Your instructions are there.” He pointed to a small table behind the door he still held partially open, then quietly closed the door, leaving me in the small space.

Immediately I picked up the paper to read what was left for me.

Precious,

Strip then kneel in the center of the room with your head down, hands on your knees. Do not speak. Do not waste time. Simply follow my instructions and you will be rewarded. Don’t and you will be punished.

Time is of the essence.

Master J

I read the note four times before I finally comprehended that he expected me to get naked for him. I couldn’t do that. I didn’t even know what he looked like. I didn’t even know his name or what he wanted to do with me. I was only going to do part of what he wanted; I highly doubted he would punish me on the first time I met him. I dropped the note on the table again before kicking off my shoes, then walked through the door I hadn’t been through yet. On the other side was an expansive room. It contained a large bed along with a bench of some sort and chains on one wall. Another wall was covered with hooks displaying tools for torture. Looking at the display only filled me with dread and fear that I had made a massive mistake.

Even fearing the pain that I might encounter, I was still wildly curious. Seeing a large square mat near the door, I hoped that was where I was meant to kneel. It looked much softer than the floor would have been. Dropping down, I rested my butt on my feet, hands on my thighs and looked toward the ground as instructed. Only I was still fully clothed. I refused to get naked for a man I didn’t even know.

As if I had been watched, a door on the opposite side of the room opened shortly after I got settled. Breathing deeply, I caught his scent. That unique smell that was dark and earthy and unlike anything else I’d ever smelled wrapped around me making me close my eyes in pleasure. When I opened them again, there was a pair of glossy dress shoes directly in front of me. I hadn’t heard him move and jumped at the unexpected sight.

“Precious, do you have problems following instructions?” The voice I’d dreamed about was exactly as I’d remembered sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

“No, sir,” I murmured in response.

“Then tell me, why are you still fully clothed?” His shoes disappeared from my view and I started to turn my head to follow, but he snapped out harshly, “I didn’t tell you to move.”

Immediately, I dropped my eyes to the floor again. Hearing the authority in his voice made me want to squeeze my thighs together; my pussy clenched.

“Good girl.” He patted me on the head, letting me know that he was standing behind me. “You may now look up. And I am still waiting for an answer.”

Lifting my head, I fought the temptation to turn and look at him. A black silk cloth was dropped in front of my face. I knew what it was and it made me straighten my back a bit more. “Sir, why am I being blindfolded? I would like to look at you since I have yet to see your face.”

“And I would like to know why you felt the need to disobey my orders.” The soft cloth was brought to my face and deftly tied behind my head, completely blocking my sight.

“I thought it was inappropriate to be naked with a man I had only met once,” I calmly answered.