Chapter 7
seven
Scotlyn.
What in the entire fuck?
I kept asking myself the same question while my body came down from the high of the orgasm that I just experienced. My body was heavy and satisfied. My pussy was super sensitive and still pulsing from the sting of the flogger right before being licked and sucked until I was dizzy with pleasure.
Oh fuck I came so hard and it was him . No matter how many ways I tried to twist this scenario in my mind, I always ended with the same reality. I knew exactly who I had just spent the past hour with.
I didn't completely relax until he was gone, and now that I was alone, I was a damn mess.
My hands were shaky as hell while I slipped on my dress and I was barely able to work the zipper.
I was so damn annoyed with myself because prior to this man touching me I planned on powering through the introduction unaffected and marching right up to Giselle's office to tell her I changed my mind.
Since I showed up and followed through, I was keeping my word to Tezni.
I also wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't the type of person who could enjoy something like this because what type of person enjoyed being completely open and vulnerable with a stranger whose sole purpose was to push your limits and provide you with the most amazing orgasms of your life.
Apparently you, bitch. You're the poster child for that kind of person.
I cringed at the thought as I shakily slipped my feet back into my heels and headed to the door.
I inhaled, straightened my posture, then exited the room with my head held high, which was insane because this wasn't a walk of shame.
I was at a club where disappearing into rooms with strangers to screw your brains out was the main goal for everyone who walked into Erogenous.
Regardless, I was grateful the suite I spent time in was located in a private area with its own elevators and entrance. I would be able to go straight to Giselle's office and leave without curious glances or stares from any other club members.
When I made it to the elevator, I pressed the button and thankfully didn't have to wait for the car.
The doors opened immediately and I keyed the code provided for me to gain access to the floor where Giselle's office was located.
I was equally grateful that when I stepped off the elevator the pathway to her office was void of any lingering bodies.
I stopped outside of her office and pulled myself together before knocking and waiting. After a lengthy pause that had me antsy, the door opened and Giselle's beautiful face came into view.
"Scotlyn, come in." She offered a bright smile and stepped back, allowing me entry before closing us in her office. "Have a seat."
She motioned to the small lounge area. Even though I hadn't planned on staying long, I accepted the offer and crossed the room to settle into one of the leather chairs. She filled the one next to mine.
"Can I get you anything?"
"No, I won't be long, thank you."
She nodded and crossed one leg over the other, propping one arm up on the side of the chair and dropping her chin on a balled fist before she began. "Well, you didn't make a mad dash to run out of here, so I assume things went well."
"Does that happen?"
"More than you could imagine. This place is an acquired taste."
"I guess that makes me feel a little better."
She grinned. "I'm assuming you're here to finalize the contract?"
Nope, not at all. I'm here to bail…
"I'm here to see if you could possibly give me some answers."
"About?"
About whether or not I had just made the biggest mistake of my career.
One that would totally demean the independence I was trying to assert from my family.
What I just experienced was overwhelming and intense, but surprisingly enough, the freedom I found in surrendering and the way my body responded to him was scary.
I loved every minute of it but I was also panicked.
Not because I enjoyed being in the room, but because of what my gut was telling me about who I was in that room with.
I couldn't single out the exact detail, but then again there were multiple things that pointed right to who he was. The smoothness of his voice which had my pussy leaking before he even touched me. The arrogance and ego that radiated from him. The commanding way he handled me and that damn cologne…
Everything about Sir screamed Christian Devereaux. The waterfront property was my baby and already too damn complicated. How the hell could I negotiate a multi-million dollar project with someone who was now an expert on how to make me completely surrender control?
I shifted and cleared my throat. "About Sir."
How could I look this man in the face and make demands when I didn't even know his name…
"Oh, was there an issue? Was he not attentive to your needs?"
"No, he was perfect."
Her eyes narrowed in concern. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. He was great."
She smiled approvingly. "He is one of our best and especially skilled with introductions. I'm glad to hear he was a good fit for you. That's very important to me."
"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."
"Absolutely. It's important that all members feel comfortable here and that starts with an open line of communication with any problems or concerns. What's on your mind?"
"Um, it's not really a problem…" Shit, why was this so hard? "I was wondering if you could tell me more about him..."
"What exactly would you like to know?"
I snorted a laugh. "His name and who he is would be great."
"You don't know?"
I shook my head. "I never saw his face. I was blindfolded during our session."
Giselle nodded. "That's typical for a first session and considering you're a new submissive, I'm not at all surprised. Being blindfolded is a way for you to relax and focus on sensations. It removes the self-consciousness. Was there an issue?"
"No, I'm actually glad he used one. I didn't freak out or anything. My issue is that I think I know him, and if I'm right, this won't work. We're sort of professional associates."
That wasn't exactly the full truth, but close enough, and I refused to go into details.
She grinned smugly and arched her brow. "So you're worried about a business entanglement?"
"Yes." I relaxed, assuming she understood.
Okay, I can handle this. She'll tell me if it was Christian then I can tell her I want out because this is a potential disaster.
But do I really want out? Whether I was ready to openly admit it or not, I thoroughly enjoyed everything that happened in that room.
My body was still wired from the lingering sensations of his hands, mouth, and that flogger and my muscles were tenderly sore in ways that had my pussy still throbbing.
Telling her I didn't want this would be a lie, asking for a new partner would be devastating. Because as much as I thoroughly enjoyed what happened in that room, I was well aware that I enjoyed it mostly because of him. I didn't want to experience this with anyone else.
"If he mishandled your trust during the session in any way…"
"No, he didn't. It's really not that. I just need to know if I'm right about who he is."
She nodded and leaned back in her chair. "Gotcha, and I completely understand, but I can't tell you anything about him that he hasn't personally shared with you."
"But we have a contract." I frowned, feeling frustrated, but she remained annoyingly calm.
"You do but confidentiality is one of our core principles. One of our most sacred principles actually."
"I understand, but in regards to the contract, I don't know if I can commit to thirty days if I'm right about who he is."
"I am more than willing to pair you with someone else. The contract hasn't been finalized. You're also free to decline any future sessions with him or anyone else if that's what you would prefer."
As much as I hated the complication of doing this with Christian what I hated even more was not doing it at all or with someone else.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I must have been stuck on stupid because Giselle leaned closer to me when she added, "That connection you felt with him is normal.
The responsiveness, the intensity, it's all expected.
Especially with someone new to the experience.
I'm sure you're questioning your vulnerability, the heightened sensations, and the uncertainty at why you feel so connected to a stranger.
All of which will damn sure create an emotional overload, but I promise you it's normal and he's good at this.
I trained him personally so I know his capabilities. "
I tensed and felt a wave of jealousy I had no business experiencing. He wasn't new to this, I was. There had been countless women who had been right where I was, coming down from a high that man created. But sitting next to one of those women twisted my stomach.
Yep, I need to end this now. I'm already in trouble because my mind is at war with my body. Was the connection just a sensation overload?
"Oh, well… okay. I think I'm going to…"
"What I suggest is that you reach out to him and request a meeting prior to your next session. No blindfolds." She grinned. "Have you two connected through the app?"
The app was set up to communicate with members of the club to protect their privacy, which I initially appreciated.
Having a phone number meant access. Someone could do a simple search to find out information with it.
The app was a secure and protected way to communicate. Giselle had thought of everything.
"Not yet."
I chose to just set an appointment and show up. Talking to him beforehand would make me too damn anxious and I might not follow through.
"Start there. Ask questions and establish your personal boundaries outside of what's in the contract, and again, you can meet prior to your next session."