Chapter One - A New Experience

Rose

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, Remi.” I sigh, as our car pulls up to our destination. I am not ready to visit such a place.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s something new for us to experience.” She smiles. She knows me better than anyone the lack of experience in things I have. She never judges me for it, while I am sure people would see me as boring, possibly a prude.

My best friend/roommate talked me into going to some sort of sex club with her because she was getting an exclusive interview with one of the owners for an article at work. She’s excited about it, the club and the interview. Remi is always up to try something new, it thrills her. I, however, am a nervous wreck. Remi and I are opposites, but it’s never affected our eighteen-year friendship. Remi’s one of those girls who’s up for anything, within boundaries. She’s confident, experienced, and enjoys life to the max.

In comparison, I’m shyer, quieter, and inexperienced, which was by choice, well, mostly. Guys haven’t shown any interest in me, and I’m okay with that. I didn’t want to jump into bed with just anyone. It wasn’t me, and I know it’d be something I’d regret. I do have fun, but my focus is on work and studies. I’m only twenty-two, so I still have plenty of time to experience things.

“I hope so.” I giggle nervously. I am trying to ignore my trembling hands.

“It’ll be a blast. There are some rules, though. We’re not allowed to talk to members without the Master’s permission—no judging or staring for too long. We will address members in the way they prefer. No real names to be used or photos of their faces allowed.”

“Those rules seem simple enough to follow,” I reply. I’m a great rule follower, so it shouldn’t be hard, even if the rules are rather different from what I’m used to. I am used to everyday rules. Social rules, work rules, but not the type of rules that come with being in such a place. A place I never thought I would be.

“Okay. Are you ready?”

“As I can be.”

We thanked the driver, who was supplied by the club, apparently the location is only known to the people who own it, are part of it, or work in it. It’s all very secretive, and I understand they want their privacy away from prying eyes.

“I’ll be back to pick you up once Mr B calls me,” the driver says.

We get out. We look around for where we need to go but can’t see anything.

“Hm. Maybe I should call them and tell them we have arrived?”

“Good idea,” I agree, glancing around.

“They will send someone out for us.” Remi tells me after a brief call. She smiles brightly, her eyes fill with excitement.

I have no idea how Remi found out about this place, and I’m not allowed to ask too many questions regarding it.

It seems like out of nowhere a burly guy appears in front of us with a security badge and jacket on, startling us because we didn’t even notice him coming, “Follow me, please,” he says, his accent thick and firm. I can’t work out where he’s from, somewhere foreign I suppose.

“You will need to be searched when you enter the premises.”

It’s not like we have enough for them to search as we’re both wearing dresses and pumps, and brought small bags, but I guess we could be hiding something. Turning around he leads us down a steep flight of stairs that we seem to have missed, halting before a large metal door. I hear the chimes of a password being put into a keypad that was outside. He stands in front of it to make sure we can’t see what it is. We follow him through the door and go down a long hallway that has enough lighting to see where we are going before we come to another door. He repeats the same actions as he did at the first doorway.

“Arms up, both of you,” he says, taking a moment to search us and our bags. Once he confirms we have nothing on us that we weren’t supposed to, he nods. “Wait here.”

We wait patiently. I glanced around but can’t see much from where we are.

“Maybe this is who we are waiting for,” Remi suggests, nudging me.

I look up and see a gorgeous, curvy, brunette with tattoos approaching, and she was smiling brightly. She is dressed in a leather skirt, halter top, and a pair of knee-high boots.

“Remi?” she asks.

“Yes. That’s me and my friend/assistant, Rose,” Remi replies.

I wasn’t her assistant, but tonight I will be pretending to be.

“Great! I am Jas. Please follow me. He is waiting in his office for you.”

We follow Jas down another hallway which lead us into the club. I remind myself of the rules as I take in my surroundings. There were a lot of people already here, dressed up in sexy outfits, some of the men in suits and some of the females in only their underwear. Some had masks covering their faces, like the ones you see at masquerade balls. I even noticed one with a leather mask on his face, a gimp mask I believe it is called.

A woman dressed in leather from top to bottom catches my eye. She is a stunning redhead. A man is sitting in front of her, completely mesmerised by her. I notice a paddle in her hand, and I wondered to myself what she was doing with it, but I can imagine. I divert my attention away, not wanting to stare for too long. Yes, I freaked out when I learned I was coming here, but right now, my curiosity has gotten the better of me, and I find myself fascinated with the entire thing.

I see two guys and a woman kissing and touching on a black leather sofa. I have heard of these clubs, but I don’t really know much about what happens in them. I pull my eyes away, thinking it prudent I pay attention to where I am going.

Jas stops. “Mr B needs to chat with you first before the interview starts and he shows you around.” She smiles before knocking on the door.

“Enter!” a firm, deep voice comes from the other side. The sound of it causes goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“Wait here a second,” Jas says before opening the door and stepping in.

“Sir, Remi is here from Unbound magazine. and her assistant Rose. Can I tell them to enter?”

“Yes,” he replies. My body reacts in the same way. A shudder runs through me as a strange tingly feeling grows between my thighs.

What is wrong with me? How can a voice of a man I don’t know be having an effect on me?

Jas turns around, motioning us go come inside.

“You are dismissed, Jas.” She nods, quickly rushing out, and my eyes finally fall on the man the voice belongs to.

My knees nearly buckle from under me, and my stomach starts doing flips. He has dark brown eyes. His hair is black and styled perfectly. A soft whimper comes from my lips, thankfully one not loud enough for him to hear. His jaw is sharp, and his lips looked rather kissable.

He stands from his chair and strolls toward us. His muscular, toned body is covered in a perfectly fitted black suit. A strange feeling starts between my legs. The closer he gets, the stronger it becomes. I am turned on. I have never been turned on before, not like this. It is scaring me because it is a new sensation for me. I don’t experience these strong feelings around many men, especially ones I don’t even know.

He stops in front of us, looking straight at me. I swallow hard, feeling my cheeks heat. Who is this man? He is like a damn sex God.

“Good evening, ladies. You can call me Mr B or Sir.” There is so much authority to his voice that I can’t help the shudder running down my spine.

“Good evening, Mr B. I am Remi.” She smiles brightly as she replies, not seeming to be affected by his presence.

He offers his hand, which she takes. “It is nice to meet you, Remi.” He smiles back. I swear I nearly lose it there and then when he smiled. It is beautiful. It reaches from ear to ear, showing his dimples. His teeth are sparkling white. I can tell he takes good care of himself.

Once they finish their hellos, his complete attention falls on me. He takes a few steps closer to me, leaving only inches between us. Oh Lord. He smells as good as he looks.

“And you are?” he questions, looking me over and licking his lips.

“Rose,” I stammer out.

He closes the gap between us, so much so his body is touching mine. “It is nice to meet you, Rose.” My name rolls off his tongue perfectly, seductively. He puts his hand out to me, which I take.

“Y-y-you too, Sir,” I mentally curse myself at my pathetic reaction. I need to stop before I embarrass myself.

His lips curl into a smirk when I call him Sir. His grasp on my hand is tight. I hope he doesn’t feel just how sweaty my palms are. My breathing is becoming heavier with every second he is close to me.

“Please, ladies, take a seat.” He finally lets go of my hand, steps back and puts much-needed distance between us.

I let out a long breath I didn’t realise I was holding in. Remi sits first.

“Rose, sit.” He wasn’t asking me to do it. He ordered me.

A strained breath falls from my lips, yet I do what he tells me. He looks smugly at me before taking his own seat.

“Are you both familiar with the rules while in my establishment?” he questions, glancing between us.

“Yes, we are,” Remi answers for the both of us. I will let her do the talking because I have no idea what to say, and I’m sure if I try to talk, it will sound like gibberish.

“If either of you breaks any of our rules, I won’t hesitate to toss you out. It is my job to protect the people who come here. They have the right to privacy. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Remi smiles, and I nod.

“Use your words, Miss Rose.”

My mouth becomes dry, and I unintentionally lick my lips, while his full attention is on me again.  “Clear, Sir.” My words came out okay, thank God, because I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

The same smirk from earlier reappears on his lips. “Good girl.”

The look in his eyes is intense as he waits for my reaction. I squirm in my seat, pressing my thighs together, and it seems he enjoys every second of it.

His body language changes quickly, becoming more professional. “I need to know your limits.”

Our limits? What the heck does that mean? “What do you mean, Mr B?” Remi seems as confused as me.

“I mean, you have come here for an in-depth interview, haven’t you?” Remi nods.

“So, what I mean is for me to show you what goes on here, and I need to know your boundaries. What you will be comfortable with seeing and what would make you uncomfortable. Answer honestly, don’t lie to me.”

I knew we were touring the place, but I didn’t think we would be shown an in-depth view of what happens here.

“Oh, I get you now. I am fine with anything. I am not offended by anything, very open and willing to see new things,” Remi answers honestly.

“Great, and Rose?” His focus is firmly on me as he waits impatiently for my response.

How am I supposed to answer a question when I know nothing about these things? I look at Remi nervously, silently asking for her help.

“Rose doesn’t know much about these things, so maybe if you give us a warning of where we are going next Rose can let you know if she wants to see it?” she suggests.

“Sure, we can do that,” he says.

I should probably have done some research before I came here, but Remi is the one doing the interview, so as long as she knows enough, then that is all that matters.

“Thank you,” I whisper, making eye contact with him.

“Don’t worry, Rose, I will go easy on you,” he chuckles, a devious tinge in his tone and a devilish look in his eyes.

Why does he seem to have the need to always say my name? I can’t take it how it sounds. He probably doesn’t mean it to sound so seductive.

“Before we leave here, I need you both to sign a couple of legal forms,” he says.

“Which kind of forms?” Remi asks.

He goes into his desk and brings out a leather folder. “One is a confidentiality form. The other is a privacy agreement, and the last one is a consent form because even though we have talked about these things, I still need legal documents signed. I will sue your magazine if any of these documents are breached. I know it may seem harsh, but it is my duty to make sure everyone knows the rules and is safe, including you two. If you don’t agree to sign, then our interview ends here.”

We take them from him and read them through. Everything seems simple enough, and the rules make sense because he has people to protect. Once we read every page, we sign and hand them back.

“Thank you. I will get them to my lawyer.” He smiles widely, as if he’s happy we signed them without issue. “I will give you the tour first. Afterwards you can interview the people I have selected and myself,” he states. “Now, come on. I don’t have all night.” He stands, and we follow his lead.

Acting the gentleman he opens the door for us, letting Remi go first, then takes his place by my side, resting his hand on my back.

“Remember, don’t be afraid to tell me anytime you feel uncomfortable,” he says. “But you may be surprised with how much you like it,” he rasps into my ear, sending a shudder through me.

I whimper, no words come out. With that said he backs away, snickering, and we catch up with Remi. This is sure going to be an experience I won’t forget.