tilting my head. “You are here with me because you want to be. Not because I forced you. Remember, you have full control. Anytime you want to leave, use your safeword and we’re out of here. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“This place is safe. It’s intimate. Only a few people can afford to actually be a part of this club.”
“I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want to enjoy this with you. I want…” I inhaled a shaky breath.
“My beautiful girl. Everything that happens once we step inside this club is because you consent to it. The owner has dungeon monitors to make sure that you are safe. You are in control. Always remember that.”
“Okay.” I braced myself. “I can do this.”
“We can do this. Together. I’ll always be by your side. No one will hurt you here and if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me or the owner know.” Matteo kissed me softly on the mouth.
“Thank you.” I took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”
Matteo chuckled, knocking on the door.
It opened a moment later, revealing an older man dressed in a tuxedo. “Ah, good evening, Dr. Santos.” The man smiled, holding out his hand.
“Hello, Fin. It’s been a while.” Matteo returned the butler’s handshake.
“It has. And who is this pretty lady?”
“Marketa Dobry.” A familiar voice sounded from behind Fin.
“Duncan?” I asked, surprised to see the customer from Cello’s.
“You two know each other?” Matteo asked, glancing between us.
“I eat at Cello’s every so often.” Duncan clapped a hand on the back of Matteo’s neck. “You two together?”
“Yes,” Matteo and I answered in unison.
“Good. It’s about time.” Duncan stood against the door, indicating for us to enter the house.
“What does that mean?” I asked, frowning.
“I’ve watched you for a while, princess,” Duncan confessed. “I’ve seen the light shine behind your eyes since you started dating. I had no idea it was Matteo here but now I am glad to know it is.”
“Me too.” I held firm to Matteo’s hand, smiling up at the two Dom’s. “Are you the owner of this club?” I asked, curious to find out more about the man playing host.
“He is,” Matteo answered for him.
“How long have you two known each other?” I knew I was prying but I also needed to stall the inevitable for a little longer. The club screamed for me to join it. The anticipation building to the point of suffocating. Never in my life, had the lifestyle called to me in such a heavy way.
“He’s my patient,” Matteo said, low enough for only me to hear.
“Oh.” Duncan had always been quiet whenever I served him at the diner. The only thing I knew was that he was ex-military and got in trouble with the law, spending several years in jail. Other than that, I knew nothing.
“I had a feeling you’d end up here,” Duncan told me, leading us down the red carpeted hallway.
“Why is that?”
“He’s the Master of Pure. The most prestigious BDSM club in the country. He knows all.” Matteo rolled his eyes.
“I appreciate the pimpage but I’m not that awesome.” Duncan laughed.
“Maybe not but the part about the prestigious club is true,” Matteo pointed out.
“Where is the club?” I asked, looking around.
“Right this way.” Duncan winked at me.
My heart started racing, knowing that with each step I took, I was getting closer and closer to the next point in my relationship with Matteo. I was excited but nervous. Antsy but ready. We had come so far but still hadn’t reached our maximum goal. Trust. But was it enough?
When we approached a double set of doors, Duncan pulled them open.
“You ready for club Pure?” he asked, his gaze locking with mine.
I nodded, anticipation coursing through me.
“Give us a moment,” Matteo said, grabbing my arm.
“You know where to go,” he told Matteo. “Take your time.”
When Duncan left us alone, Matteo turned me to face him. “Are you okay?”
“I am.” And I was. To experience something new with Matteo was erotic and thrilling.
“Do you trust me?” Something dark passed over his face.
“I trust you with all of me.”
He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping with relief.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, grazing a hand down his chest.
Matteo grabbed my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers. “I trust you. I know I have some shit to work on but I trust you more than anything. …” He hesitated. “Please don’t lose your trust for me. No matter what happens.”