Ryker (Monarch Club Book 1)

Tara

After signing the NDA and going home to pack my things, I left my cell phone as instructed. There’s something freeing that comes with leaving that ball and chain behind, even though I’ll have to use some other method to conduct my meetings. Look, I can’t just drop off the planet for a month, and it’s frustrating that I didn’t know about that part of the deal beforehand. I could have made arrangements ahead of time, if I’d known.

I should have researched more about what it means to be the Butterfly, damnit. What else don’t I know about this deal?

I’ve only been a member of the Monarch for three months. That ceremony was the first one I’ve seen in action. I knew the winner got to pick her Dom or Domme, or multiple, and is given the time of her life, which was all I needed to hear to want it for myself. Come on, a night of debauchery—let alone an entire month—where I’m fucked in ways better than the missionary position? Yes, please and thank you. No way would I willingly give up on this privilege until I won.