Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“For both. My partners find it as exciting as I do.”
“You mean you’ve never had a partner who’s asked you to take off the mask?”
“Occasionally I have. But for the most part, no. We play together for a scene. Maybe two or three if we like each other and have good chemistry. We’re only playmates, Francesca. I’m Phantom, and they are who they are. Our day-to-day lives have nothing to do with what happens at the club.”
“So that’s really what it is,” I say. “This is something you consider much different from your day-to-day life.”
“Don’t you?”
“I’ve been to the club once. I never gave it an inkling of thought before that.”
“Perhaps you should.”
“I’ll never get back in the club without you being with me.”
“You could become a member yourself.”
I lick my lower lip. “How do you do that? I would have no idea. I don’t even know where the place is, and I’m sure I couldn’t afford it.”
“Membership is by invitation only.”
“Then how could I become a member?”
“I’ve been a member in good standing for years. I could see that you get an invitation.”
“So that’s what you want, then? You want me to become a member?”
“That’s not what I said.”
I clench my hands into fists, ready to pull my own hair out. “You’re driving me to the brink here, Phantom. What is it that you want?”
He pauses a moment, and just when I think he’s not going to answer at all—
“At this moment, I want nothing more than to kiss those ruby red lips of yours.”
I look around. “I don’t see anyone stopping you.”
“I’m stopping myself. Because while I could say all I would do is softly brush my lips over yours, I know I can’t stop with that.”
“So?”
“Look around,” he says. “This is a classy place. Do you see anyone else making out in here?”
“Fine. Then take me to the club.”
“I didn’t bring my blindfold with me,” he says. “Which should prove to you that I didn’t come here looking to pick up another woman to take there.”
“Then I’ll close my eyes.”
“I believe you would. But the owner makes the rules. I don’t.”
“You don’t think he would trust me to keep my eyes closed?”
“Whether he trusts you is irrelevant. The rule is the rule. No guests go to the club without a blindfold. Only members.”
“So you’re saying you can’t take me there tonight.”
“That’s correct. I can’t. I didn’t bring my blindfold or my collar.”
“I’d bet Alfred has one.”
“He may.”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
“Because I think we should wait until tomorrow evening.”
“And why, exactly?”
“Because…”
“You can’t even think of a good reason.”
He clears his throat. “Alfred?”
Alfred comes toward us. “Yes, Phantom? Did you need a drink?”
“This young lady and I would like to enter the club, but I find myself without a blindfold and collar.”
“Not a problem. I can hook you up.” He leaves the bar and then returns with a black silk blindfold and a velvet ribbon, which he hands to Phantom. “Here you go.”
“Thank you, Alfred.” Phantom turns back to me. “May I?”
“Absolutely.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Frankie
Tonight is different.
Claude, looking just as burly as before, lets us breeze right through.
“Don’t I need to sign something tonight?” I ask Phantom.
“No. The NDA covers you for a year.”
“I see.”
“We’ll be limited as to what we can do tonight,” Phantom says. “Because I didn’t expect to meet you or anyone, I didn’t reserve a private suite.”
Disappointment courses through me. My nipples are hard and my pussy is already wet, and I was hoping…
“What do we do, then?”
“I suppose we could play in one of the open rooms, but as I told you, I’m not an exhibitionist, and I’m pretty sure you’re not, either.”
“You’re right about that.”
At least I think he’s right. I honestly never gave it much thought, but the idea of having sex in front of a bunch of other people? And knowing that they’re getting turned on by watching me?
Actually…doesn’t sound all that bad.
In fact… It’s a little freaky… Kinky… And exciting.
“What if I wanted to try that?” I ask.
“Exhibitionism isn’t a hard limit for me,” he says, “but it’s not how I would prefer to be with you. What we do together is our business and no one else’s.”
“When you put it that way…”
“Are you thinking you might like to try?”
“I don’t know. Part of me would like to. The other part of me agrees with you. It’s not anyone’s business.”
“You can be assured of your privacy here—I mean as far as confidentiality goes. Everyone here takes it very seriously, and all the years I’ve been a member, there’s never been a breach.”
“What would happen if there were?” I ask.
“Obviously the person would be expelled from the club. As for any other damages, I don’t know.”
“Everyone takes a big chance being here,” I say.
“Yes, you have to have a certain amount of trust in your fellow club members. But people who are serious about the art of BDSM also take their privacy and the privacy of their fellow human beings very seriously.”