Taming the Boss Lady [Masters of Submission 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (2 page)

Yeah, I’ve got the courage all right. I’m a McCloud. I’m a strong, independent woman, but I need an even stronger man to take control of me. Being in charge all the time wears a girl out. I need a powerful man to make me feel whole. Club Submission may have just what I’m looking for.

Matthew Strong eased back in his chair and surveyed the room. The evening was in full swing, and Club Submission had a large number of members present. Most of the seating was taken, and several couples danced seductively on the revolving stage. It hadn’t been long since the club had almost closed down for good. Bad press and a dick wad detective had almost brought his business to its knees. Thankfully, the BDSM community had pulled together, and Club Submission was thriving again. In fact it was busier than ever.

Working together, he and his younger brother Ethan had recently revamped the Warm Zone—the area where members were restricted to keeping their clothes on. With careful planning, they’d enhanced the ambience with subdued lighting and darker textiles. Extra seating areas had been created to deal with the club’s growing demand. The colors and textures had all been carefully chosen by himself in order to create a feeling of dominance and power. A contemporary curved, black bar with a shiny chromed footrest dominated the expansive room, perfectly complementing its decadent surroundings. The new decor had been well received by regular club members.

He and Ethan intended to expand the club further, and introduce more play furniture for their members to enjoy. Some expensive equipment was due in next week. It would certainly heat up the scenes in the more hedonistic areas of the club. In the Hot Zone, members could indulge in any sexual fantasy they wished, so long as it was safe, sane, and consensual.

They were also developing an area of unused floor space into a private suite of rooms. The specially designed accommodation closely resembled a medieval dungeon, and could be used for sleepovers. Anyone staying would have access to a selection of specialist fetish kink. That suite of rooms was nearing completion and would soon be rolled out for their members to enjoy. If all went to plan, they’d gradually add more.

As Matthew scanned the room, his gaze settled on the slim, elegant woman sitting alone in the Chill-out Zone. She was clearly well groomed and highly desirable. Jet-black hair cascaded down her back, flowing sexily to her waist. Her attractive glossy mane shone brightly as she looked nonchalantly around. Dressed in a tight leather miniskirt, she wore a low-cut red top that accentuated her womanly cleavage, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of her full breasts. The thin material barely covered her nipples, and he could just make out their sexy outline. He licked his lips, wondering what they would taste like, and how fast her areola would tighten in turgid nubs. Would she cry out in pain as he closed his teeth over the swollen points, or would she beg for more? He was keen to find out for himself.

Matthew shifted awkwardly in his seat, trying to alleviate the hard-on in his pants. By sitting in the Chill-out Zone, she’d excluded herself from all offers of play. Tonight was the third time he’d seen her, and she still didn’t want to participate. He wondered what her motives were for coming? Was she tempted by the D/s lifestyle, but too scared to take that first step? He guessed not. It was clear by her assured demeanor and the relaxed expression on her face that Club Submission didn’t intimidate her one little bit.

Ethan slid into the vacant chair next to his. The sound of his leather pants squeaked against the shiny upholstery as he made himself more comfortable. “I see the Raven’s here again.”

Matthew smiled as he stared intently at the woman they’d nicknamed Raven. “Has anyone approached her?”

Ethan let out a deep sigh. “You mean on the rare occasions she’s left the Chill-out Zone? Then, yeah, Guy, Markus, and Dale have all tried their luck.”

“And?” They were three well-respected masters here at Club Submission. Surely she hadn’t turned them all down?

“She gave them the brush-off. She’s one fussy lady that’s for sure.”

“Maybe she’s a top rather than a bottom.”

“You’ll have to assign her to someone, Matt. Kyle is free tonight.”

“We’ll see.” Matthew actually thought Kyle would be too intense for someone who was new to the lifestyle.

Ethan laughed out loud. “Then you’d better do it yourself. You’re far more interested in this woman than you’re making out. Besides you haven’t played with a sub for months.”

“Huh, you might be right, little brother. After seven years here, I’m in need of a challenge. I think the Raven is gonna be the perfect antidote for my lack of interest.”

Matthew stood and strode to the bar. Club Submission only served alcohol to their members on special occasions or private parties, and tonight was neither. Thankfully, he had an innovative barman. “Todd, fix me up a cocktail. Something not too sweet.” He jabbed a finger over his shoulder. “It’s for that sexy-looking babe in the Chill-out Zone. I need to find out exactly what she wants from the club.”

“Coming right up, boss.”

“Have you spoken to her?”

“Sure, she’s a nice lady.”

Matthew leaned back against the bar while Todd prepared the drink. He studied the woman again. Aged about thirty, she was incredibly beautiful. Her black leather miniskirt had risen up her thighs, giving the impression her slender legs went on forever. Suede ankle boots with tassels on the back only added to her sex appeal.

Todd slid the drink across the bar with a big grin on his face. “This should help break the ice.” He hooked a wedge of cucumber on the side of the glass. “Cucumber, lime, and cranberry juice.

“I take it you’ve chosen this strange concoction for a reason?”

“Yep, this artistry is called a Sophisticated Lady.”

Matthew nodded appreciatively. “Seems very appropriate.” He scooped up the cocktail, and then threaded his way across the crowded room. The woman looked up as he approached. Her incredible eyes fascinated him. So startlingly pale gray, almost silver. A sudden thought flashed through his brain. How he would love staring into those pools of liquid moonlight as she submitted to his will. He held up the cocktail. “Compliments of the house.”

A beautiful smile drifted to her lips. “Why thank you.”

“So, Kelly—”

“You know my name?”

“It’s in the book.” He held out his hand. “I’m Matthew Strong, ma’am. Along with my brother I’m the owner of Club Submission. I make it my business to know everyone here.”

Her cool hand slipped into his. “Good to meet you, Matthew.”

“So, as I was saying, Kelly. Are you here to play? If you’re worried about anything—”

“Not at all. I am looking to play, but I prefer to take my time.” She sipped demurely at her cocktail. The deep red drink coated her lips for a moment until she licked it provocatively away with the tip of her tongue.

Matthew smiled. Kelly seemed very sure of herself. She was a woman who clearly knew her own mind. Perhaps she hadn’t been impressed with what was on offer.

“To my knowledge you’ve turned down three experienced Dom’s. Why do that if you want to play?”

“I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“For the very best.”

“I see.”

With beautifully manicured fingernails, Kelly fished the wedge of cucumber from her glass. She smiled at him and then bit it in half with a loud satisfying crunch. “Do you play, Matthew?” Her startling gray eyes held him entranced.

Like electricity, the sexual attraction between them felt palpable. Matthew let his gaze drift over her beautiful body, before finally focusing on her face. A large diamond stud sparkled in each earlobe, winking at him in the subdued lighting. He felt as though this siren had lured him in, hook, line, and sinker.

“With the right woman, yes, I play.”

A sexy smile drifted to her lips. “Then maybe I don’t need to wait any longer.” After popping the remains of the cucumber into her mouth, she placed her glass confidently on the table, and leaned back in her chair.

His cock immediately sprang to life. He’d always liked a challenge, and Kelly was certainly that. He didn’t have many subs that would start taking the lead. If they did, he soon taught them never to do it again.

Kelly controlled her breathing with a deep inaudible sigh. The guy sitting beside her was simply gorgeous. Just how many men had great bodies and mesmerizing green eyes? His rugged features were complemented by short dark hair, which feathered neatly around his face. It looked as though he’d just brushed his fingers through it. Over a white T-shirt, he wore a black leather vest with lace-up sides, which were repeated on his leather pants. It made him seem sexy as hell, especially as she could make out the muscle development on his arms and chest.
He must do some serious workouts to be so highly toned. Christ, my panties are soaked through, and we haven’t even gotten to the foreplay stage yet.

Matthew was a man in his prime who exuded power and control—something she desperately needed in her life.

The first time she’d seen him at Club Submission, she’d known no other man would match up, and for the last three days she’d been unable to think of anyone else. Instinctively, she’d known he owned the club. It was the way he’d acted and engaged with other club members, so confident and self-assured. He’d been busy attending to business and had casually walked past her. The way he looked in tight leather jeans had nearly been her undoing.

The first stage was over. She’d found the man she wanted, but what now?

Matthew was clearly at ease with himself and rested one ankle across his knee. The masculine hairs on the back of his hand caught the light as he casually gripped his leather cowboy boot. His sensual lips lifted slightly at the corners as he held her gaze. “So, tell me your limits, Kelly, and we can decide where we go from there.”

It all sounded rather clinical. She wanted this man.
God, she wanted him.
It had been her fantasy for as long as she could remember to find a real man like Matthew Strong, but now she was finally on the point of giving her body to him, she needed to slow things down a little. She wanted to get to know the guy first before any fucking took place. “Is it really necessary to get down to business so quickly?”

He smiled, making the lines around his mouth deepen. His beautiful, watchful eyes seemed all knowing as he raised a brow. “Then what would you suggest we do?”

Apart from hand over control and have wild sex with a complete stranger?

A frisson of fear whipped through her body, making her pulse rate speed up. Just the thought of giving away all power and control unnerved her, but excited her, too. Kelly briefly closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to rein in the inner turmoil.
I need this. It’s the right thing for me. Otherwise, I’ll never be a properly fulfilled woman.
Drawing on her reserves, she smiled back. “You seem like a gentleman, Mr. Strong. I’ll place myself in your care. What would you suggest?”

He smiled. “In that case, my brother and I are expanding the club. Allow me to show you our new facilities.”

“Sounds good. Lead the way.”

A sense of satisfaction stimulated every nerve ending in her body as his gaze drifted to her cleavage and then casually stroked down her legs. This gorgeous guy wanted her. That thought alone made her clit pulse with pleasure. Without a doubt Matthew Strong could deliver her fantasies and then some. For years she’d barely become sexually aroused around men. The ones she employed all seemed so weak and lily-livered. She knew they would fall apart when the going got tough. That was why her father hadn’t put one of them in charge of McCloud Energy. He knew it, too. However, just a few minutes in the presence of Matthew Strong sent her libido into meltdown. She didn’t even have to look down to know her breasts were heaving with excitement.

“Come this way. We can talk as I show you around.” He gently touched her hand, so fleetingly she wasn’t quite sure if she’d imagined it or not. “I want to know everything about you, Kelly.”

“Very well.” She smiled politely as he helped her to her feet. She’d tell him a little about herself, but she wouldn’t divulge who she really was. Common sense insisted she keep her identity private. It would be career suicide for the head of a huge corporation to publicize they frequented a BDSM club.

It was only when she stood next to him that she realized just how tall he was.
He must be at least six three and a good two hundred pounds.
As she was barely five four, his huge stature made her feel small, vulnerable, and incredibly sexy.

Matthew guided her across the crowded room to a set of double doors, which led to the Hot Zone. Kelly swallowed hard, trying to maintain her confidence as he pushed through and beckoned her to follow with an index finger. Her mind suddenly went blank as she came face-to-face with a naked woman, hanging upside down. The woman was restrained, too, her body tightly bound with seven or eight coils of thick rope. A gag had also been placed in her mouth. This lady mewed submissively like a frightened kitten.

“Oh, my.” Even though Kelly knew what to expect, she was still a little shocked. A hooded man dressed in a leather suit mercilessly whipped the naked woman with a flogger. She could clearly see angry raised welts on the woman’s back and buttocks. She turned to Matthew standing beside her. “That must hurt like hell,” she whispered, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the scene. She’d read up on the rules of the club, and didn’t want to come across as a complete novice.