Flesh: Part Eleven (The Flesh Series Book 11) (2 page)

“
I
look like a lot of people.” I grab a pen from the pen holder on
his desk. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

The hint of
recognition in his expression fades away as he turns his attention to
my folder. “Fill out your information on this page, including
your level of experience with the lifestyle. On the next page is a
list of kinks you'd like to try. You can check off as many boxes as
you want, but please know that your Dom probably won't be able to get
to all of them. If there is anything in particular that you really
want to do, put a number by it to indicate where it falls in your
list of priorities. Our Doms do their best to accommodate all of our
clients' deepest fantasies.”

Nice.
I want
to grunt, but I don't. Instead, I get busy filling out the paperwork.
I use a fake name, fake address, fake phone number, and mark myself
down as a veteran submissive. Then when I get to the kink page, I
check off everything except the things that Lucian and I did in our
first scene together. When it comes to prioritizing what I want, the
pen lingers over the check box for sex.

“
Does
Lucian Reddick usually have sex with his clients?” I dare to
ask.

The lines in the
man's face deepen as if he knows the answer will hold some weight
with me. “That's confidential information. Everything that goes
on during a scene is between the Dominant and the submissive.”

“
I
just want to make sure I'm getting my money's worth.” I shrug,
putting a big fat #1 in front of sex.

The man shifts in
his chair uncomfortably. “I apologize, Miss Smith, but you do
realize that this isn't a prostitution operation.”

“
I
realize it.” I ignore him, marking off my other two fake top
priorities: fisting and humiliation. Neither of which I'd ever want
to try. “Sex happens though, and I'm sure it happens a lot
here.”

“
I
can't say.” A mischievous grin spreads across his lips.

“
You
don't have to. I know.” I shove the completed paperwork and
folder back in front of him.

He flips it open as
if it's any of his business what I want Lucian to do to me. After he
scans down my list of kinks, he closes the folder and looks back up
at me. “It will be $150 for a half-hour session. The fee is
collected up-front. How would you like to pay?”

My jaw clenches at
the thought that I'm paying good money to tell Lucian off. I knew
they'd collect the fee beforehand though, so I'm not sure why I'm
getting so heated about it. Grudgingly, I pull my wallet out of my
purse and find my credit card to hand over to him.

The man looks down
at the name stamped on the card, then he glances back up at me. “ID
please.”

I give him my
driver's license, feeling increasingly nervous that he might rat me
out to Lucian.

“
I
would prefer if you do not give Sir Reddick my real name. I want this
session to be completely about fantasy, keeping my personal
information confidential. I'm a very influential person in my day to
day life, so confidentiality is of utmost importance to me. You spoke
about confidentiality earlier, so I assume that won't be an issue.”
My eyes burn into his, silently telling him that I'll be pissed if he
blabs.

“
Certainly,
Miss...” He looks at my driver's license. “Underwood.”

It feels like he's
mocking me, but I don't bother saying anything else on the matter.
All I can do is trust that he's trustworthy, which I don't.

This is where things
could really fall apart. If he tells Lucian who I am, I'm not sure
what Lucian will do. Maybe he won't even show up.

I wait while the guy
runs my credit card. When he hands it back to me, I shove it and my
wallet into my purse. He then stands, gesturing to the door. “Are
you ready?”

“
I
suppose so. How does this work, exactly?” I get up to follow
him.

“
You'll
be assigned to a room.” He opens the door leading to the area
where all the scene rooms are, ushering me in. “In the closet,
you'll find a selection of outfits that you can wear for your Dom.
I'm sure you'll find something to your liking.” I can hear the
grin in his voice. I have zero intentions of putting on anything
slutty for Lucian. He's going to get me as-is. “Once you've
changed, you can flip the switch next to the door. It will turn an
outside light on that will inform your Dom that you're ready to start
your scene.”

He leads me to the
end of the hall and opens the door on the right with a key card. When
I look inside, I'm surprised to find that it's completely different
from the room that I was in when I first came to Flesh. This one is
bigger. More like a dungeon than a bedroom. The walls are painted
red, and the furniture is all black aside from a stockade that's also
painted red to match the room. There's a Saint Andrews cross, a small
metal cage, and what appears to be some type of sex hammock. And of
course, there's the standard rack on the wall with paddles, canes,
floggers, and ball gags galore. I'm apprehensive to step inside. The
whole ambiance makes me incredibly uncomfortable, especially knowing
that Lucian has probably used all of this stuff on someone else. And
recently too.

I try not to seem
like a noob as I walk into the room and give it a look around. The
cocky little office bastard is grinning at me, assessing my reaction.
My insecurity is probably starting to shine through, but I quickly
try to reign it in, taking long strides to the small closet in the
far corner of the room as if I'm actually interested in changing.

“
Sir
Lucian prefers that his submissives wait for him on their knees. So
whenever you're ready, flick the light switch, then come to the
center of the room, face the door, and kneel. Place your hands behind
your back and bow your head respectfully. He'll give you instructions
when he enters. Do you understand?” There's the slightest hint
of dominance in his voice as he rattles off what I'm to do. It's as
if he's trying to practice on me, and I can't help but scowl.

“
Got
it, chief.” I mock salute him in complete disrespect, silently
telling him to get lost. I've got this.

I can see the
muscles in his face tense as he realizes that I won't allow myself to
be bullied. No doubt, if he doesn't tell Lucian who I really am,
he'll at least probably tell him that I'm a complete brat. Surely,
they have that much communication.

When the door is
shut behind me, I let out an audible sigh. Be on my knees in the
middle of the room? Is that a new rule of Lucian's? He didn't ask
that of me the first time I came here. Then again, I was a complete
novice wanting the lightest experience possible. Perhaps he knew that
would be too intimidating for me.

Absentmindedly, I
open the closet and then close it again, not even bothering to peek
inside. I don't care what's in there. A dozen outfits that Lucian has
already seen before on different bodies. I just need something to
still my nerves before I flip that switch and know that there's no
turning back.

“
You
can do this, Amy.” I fan myself with my hand. As soon as the
front desk guy closed the door, it felt like the temperature in the
room jumped up by about twenty degrees. I know it's just me though,
my nerves heating me up from the inside. “You've got to do
this.”

I take long strides
across the room, knowing that time is ticking. If I keep stalling, I
might not get out what I need to say. That would be a travesty
considering that I'm paying $5 per minute for this.

I inhale deeply and
close my eyes before flipping the switch to signify that I'm ready.
Then I dash across the room to stand in front of the Saint Andrew's
cross with my back towards the door, pretending to run my fingertips
down the long wooden beams. I want Lucian to be absolutely shocked
when he sees me standing there. I want to watch that smug look on his
face melt away and be replaced with shear discomfort at the fact that
I chased him down.

It's so quiet that
every one of my senses is on high alert. I listen for the sound of
footsteps coming down the hall, but I hear nothing. Now that I think
about it, as soon as the office guy closed the door, all outside
noise was lost. This room is well insulated, unlike the first one I
was in. I can't help but wonder if it's so that no one will hear me
scream.

I tap one of my blue
pumps on the floor in nervousness. This place is strangely silent for
a house of pleasure and pain. Recalling my first time at Flesh, I
don't remember hearing anyone moaning or screaming when I was led to
my room. It was the same this time too. Though I do remember hearing
Lucian's footsteps. Maybe it wasn't as busy last time. Or perhaps
they purposely have thick walls to contain everyone's individual
experience. I'm confused now and putting way too much thought into
it.

Minutes tick by, and
as they do, I find myself getting more irritable. It's the same as
last time. He's late. Doesn't he have any regard for the fact that
people pay good money for this? No. Because he's a selfish asshole
through and through. How he ever became successful at anything with
his lack of punctuality is a mystery to me.

Eventually, I get
tired of posing for his entry. I let out an exasperated breath
towards the ceiling and put my hands on my hips, briefly leaning my
forehead against the cool wood of the cross. Almost the second that I
do, I draw away, thinking about how many sweaty bodies have been
pinned up against it. Disgusting.

Finally, I hear the
sound of the door knob turning. My body tenses, and I quickly
reposition myself to look purposeful, though it seems more artificial
than natural. I forgot how to act natural the second that I realized
how real this situation is, that I'm finally going to face Lucian and
tell him off for everything he's done to me.

“
Good
evening.” His deep voice sends a shiver rolling down my spine.

He
doesn't recognize me. At least, the way he's speaking to me is
indicative of that. So professional, so controlled. I'm about to
unravel him completely. Take that thick thread of certainty he's
holding onto and rip it wide open.

“
Good
evening, Lucian.” I spin on my heels to face him.

Priceless.
This was exactly what I wanted. His perfect expression falters for a
moment. There's a flash of nervousness behind his eyes, but he
quickly recovers. It's too late. I saw it there. I saw that he's
shaken.

“
Amy.
What a pleasant surprise.” He drags his tongue across his
bottom lip. I can't help but wonder if his mouth became as dry as
mine did the second his eyes landed on me.

“
Is
it?” I subtly lift my eyebrow, trying to control the bitchiness
in my voice. I don't want him to see how hurt I am. Not yet.

“
It
pleases me greatly that you'd be open to delving deeper into
my...interests.” A warmth comes to his heavenly blue eyes, and
his lips quirk into a smirk, the kind that makes my body heat up from
my overwhelming attraction to him.

He
looks all the part of a Dom in black leather pants and a matching
double-breasted vest. His arms are firm with muscle, his chest
peeking out from under the vest. He's a picture of Dominant
perfection. Exquisitely put together like sexual divinity in the
flesh.

I
feared that this intense pull toward him might happen. My only
defense against it is getting down to business before he has a chance
to put his hands on me. I have to remember what he's done to my
heart. What he does to my heart. How careless and horrible he is.
There aren't enough good looks and big dicks in the world to make up
for that.

“
I
fear you're mistaken, Sir. I'm not here for that.” I cross my
arms over my chest.

“
Is
that so?” His smirk broadens. It's very obvious that he doesn't
believe me. Even more obvious that he thinks he's going to seduce me
out of my wits. He takes a step forward, and I hold my hands out,
hoping to keep distance between us.

“
That
is so.” I take a deep breath and avert my eyes, not wanting to
look at him any longer. “I came to find out what gives.”

“
What
gives?” he says the words one at a time as if they're not even
English.

“
Yes,
what gives? You don't return my texts. You haven't answered my
emails.” I count his transgressions on my fingers. “I
haven't heard hide nor hair from you since we picked out the
furniture for your bedroom.”