Chapter 3
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Present Day
Nia
I enter Lilith’s with my notepad tucked beneath my arm, standing in line to check in for the kink course I’m attending today. I’m glad I took Lila’s advice and checked them out. I’ve been back weekly for the past three months, sitting in on any class available on-site or streaming on my off days.
This approach works for me because I tend to hyperfixate on things when I’m introduced to something new, learning everything there is to know about it.
Kink and BDSM courses have helped me become more comfortable around the club, and are warming me up to the idea of diving deeper into my interests with someone new.
“How’s it going, Miss Nia?” Lila says, greeting me with her usual warmth as she checks me in for the day, clicking away on that keyboard.
“Good. How about you?”
“I’ve been good. It’s nice to see you back.”
“I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of me. Thanks for recommending the courses, by the way.” I mention, setting my phone and valuables in the designated bins.
“No problem. I’m glad to hear that they’re helping.” She offers a soft smile as she hands me my membership card. “I hope you have a great time.”
“I always do.”
Speaking of, I haven't managed to explore anyone just yet, but I am proud of myself for making a profile on Lilith’s member app to get acquainted with potential partners that share my interests.
I fear no matter how hard I try, meeting new people is still nerve-wracking, and it doesn’t help that I’ve been thinking about the closed off club owner more often than I care to admit.
I’ve made sure to speak to Desmond every time I see him, but I still haven’t had the opportunity to sit in on one of his classes in-person, which could be a good thing.
I haven’t felt this nervous around a man since my ex-husband, and that gives me pause.
He’s fine as hell and so polite, but he is all work and no play.
Exactly what I was warned. It shouldn’t bother me since there are plenty of other members to connect with and those I’ve matched with on the app have been a breath of fresh air.
Our instructor, Madame X, is a domme who was formerly a sex therapist. Her courses on self-pleasure, domination, and partner communication have been my favorites so far. They’ve taught me a lot about myself and have revealed some new interests I’d like to explore.
Today we’re discussing edging and orgasm denial, which I am very curious about.
She stops speaking and stares off toward the back of the theater.
“We’ve got Desmond here, one of our lovely owners and resident experts. How about you take the reins on this one?” she asks, the class whipping our heads back to him.
“Oh, I wasn’t trying to hijack your class, Madame. I was only observing,” he assures, his voice sending a chill through me.
“I don’t mind.” She shrugs. “This topic is one of your specialities, right?”
“As a matter of fact, it is.”
Oh really?
“Then come on up here and show them something.” She steps to the side as she points to the ground beside her.
“Alright, if you insist,” he agrees, joining her on stage.
Desmond assesses the room confidently, relaxing his shoulders as she continues speaking on the topic at hand.
“If you all haven’t had the chance to experience his live demos about edging, you’re in for a real treat today. Could we get a volunteer?” she asks, searching the crowd.
I almost raised my hand. Almost.