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  “Edgeplay?” Kitty repeated with a questioning tone to her sweet voice.

  Just how much did this girl know about what she had just gotten herself into? “You know, choking and knife-play. Consensual nonconsent. I don’t want to hurt my submissive in that kind of way, sweetheart. That’s not my thing.”

  I heard her breathe a sigh of relief. “Then what are you into?”

  “Just some spanking. Role-playing,” I replied with nonchalance. “I like kinky sex, Kitty. With toys meant to pleasure. I want to pleasure my submissive in a way that leaves her begging for more.”

  Her breathing grew heavy. My words and the way I’d said them were turning her on. “Is that all?”

  “I expect respect from my submissive too,” I told her, making sure that my voice was deep, exuding dominance and power. “I want my submissive to respect me as her dominant and to respect my wishes. I want her to do what I command. I want her to call me ‘Master’ and see her kneel as she waits for my order.”

  “What else?” she whispered.

  “Just that. That and a whole lot of pleasuring you,” I growled, imagining her sprawled in front of me, naked and sweating and breathing hard as I fucked her relentlessly; the woman screaming my name in a wild frenzy of pleasure.

  It took Kitty a moment before she could reply. For a while, neither of us were able to speak. I listened to her heavy breathing over the line, the sound arousing as fuck. Finally, she spoke again, “Will it hurt?”

  “What?” I rasped. “Will what hurt? You mean what we do? Oh sure, honey, but you’ll get used to the whips and shit. Trust me on that.”

  Silence for a moment before the girl spoke again.

  “No, I mean the first time,” she replied shyly. “Will there be pain on the first time?”

  Aw fuck. That’s right. Because Kitty was a virgin and had never done anything like this before. Suddenly, my mind reeled back to my first time having sex. I could barely remember it since it was at a high school party with a random girl that went to the school across town.

  It had been the first time for both of us, frankly. I couldn’t remember how old the girl was, but she’d been around my age for sure. And honestly, there wasn’t much to remember from the night. We’d both been pretty drunk, the entire episode fuzzy and hazy now.

  So I didn’t know what to tell Kitty. Most people said that the first time for a girl did hurt, but there was no way for me to know for sure. And even though the girl was willingly entering this world of BDSM, she didn’t actually seem keen on pain for pleasure.

  Fuck.

  But I didn’t want to scare her away.

  I was already selfish when it came to the brunette.

  “Yes, it hurts some, I think,” was my careful answer.

  “How much?”

  Oh shit. What do I say? I decided to go with honestly.

  “I don’t know, Kitty,” was my truthful reply. “But it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. There will be both, Kitty. There will be pain and pleasure and you’ll love it. You’ll crave it. Beg for more.”

  Because sex was as addicting as it was tempting. Even when work got crazy busy, the physical was the one thing I never gave up. Sure, they were one-night stands with no-name females, but it was enough to scratch the itch. It might have been a while since I’d dabbled with BDSM, but a woman’s pleasure is still important.

  “Really?” Kitty asked and this time, there was a hint of curiosity to her voice.

  Oh yeah, she wanted it as much as I did. “Really. I’ll make sure that this will be an experience you’ll never forget Kitty.”

  A slight pause then before the female spoke.

  “Okay,” came that soft whisper.

  That made me smile. “So what do you say? Are you up for it?”

  “Yes,” she answered, her voice so tinny that I could barely hear her response. “I’m up for it, Mr. Cartwright.”

  “That’s good. That’s good, Kitty,” I told her. “By the way, I have a question to ask you too.”

  “Sure,” was her soft reply. “Go ahead.”

  This was probably one of the first things you should ask your submissive. “You’re a virgin. Does that mean that you’re not on birth control?”

  “I’m on the pill,” was her immediate answer.

  That was good. Because I wanted to get down immediately, and getting started on hormonal contraception takes a while.

  Plus, I hated wearing condoms.

  “It helps with other stuff too,” she also informed me. “Is that all you have to ask?”

  I cleared my throat. “Yes, that would be my only question to you, Kitty.”

  “Okay,” came that dulcet voice. “Sounds good.”

  “So does this mean we have a deal, sweetheart?”

  There was a pause, and my heart pounded. Oh shit, oh shit. What was she going to say?

  But then the heavens split, a ray of sunshine coming through. Because Kitty agreed.

  “Yes,” came her quiet reply. “We have a deal, Mr. Cartwright.”

  I smiled. “Perfect. Then I’ll be seeing you here in New York soon, Kitty Davis.”

  Her sultry voice sounded in my ear as she bid me goodbye.

  “I’ll see you soon … Master.”

  And my skin prickled. Because oh shit, a new sub was on her way. And somehow, I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to get enough of this beautiful, shy female.

  Chapter Five

  Kitty

  I’d never been so nervous in my entire life. The harsh Nashville wind tugged at my curly hair outside the airport, tangling the ringlets. My palms grew sweaty, a chill shooting down my spine. All the ‘what ifs’ just kept piling up in my head.

  Because what if Mr. Cartwright didn’t like me?

  What if he terminated our contract right after the first meeting?

  What if he realized that he didn’t want a virgin?

  Oh God!

  “Miss Davis!” I jolted back to reality and looked at the short girl that had been helping me. “Your jet is here.”

  “My jet?” I asked, surprised. I didn’t really get details on what my transportation was. Mr. Cartwright’s only instructions were to head to a desk outside of the airport entrance and to mention his name.

  “Come with me,” she beckoned, and we headed into the terminal. People crowded the airport in every direction, but the woman wove through them with surprising speed. I could barely keep up.

  Before I knew it we were on the tarmac outside, and there was a sleek white jet parked in front of me. My jaw almost dropped at the beauty before my eyes. Staring, I shot a glance at the short girl, but she nodded, gesturing to the plane.

  “Your ride, Miss Davis.”

  I couldn’t believe it.

  I was going to be flying private. No economy seat. Not even first class.

  A charter flight.

  And stepping into the plane, my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as I gazed at the interior. There were six white seats and a white couch made of leather. Three people greeted me courteously, bowing and nodding.

  “Good morning, Miss Davis. Welcome aboard. We’ll be the flight crew during your flight to New York.”

  Three people? Just to serve me?

  I could only nod dumbly. One of them motioned toward the seats.

  “Please take a seat, Miss Davis. Is there anything I can get you? A blanket? Champagne? Nuts?”

  I honestly didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know how to act at the moment. Mr. Cartwright must have been filthy rich to have his own plane. The pristine condition, the breath-taking interior, and the fact that he had his own staff had to mean that he wasn’t just wealthy. He was probably filthy rich, like King Midas come to life.

  Of course he is, the voice in my head spoke scornfully. This just bought you for a million dollars. This is nothing to him, so don’t act surprised.

  And slowly, I swallowed, trying to act normal. The jet took off, smoother than what I would have imagined but still enough
force to shift me back into my seat. I fumbled with my hands, the fear in the pit of my stomach doubling, and closed my eyes while taking deep breaths to calm my erratic heartbeat.

  “Would you like anything, Miss Davis?” came a soothing male tone.

  I jumped in my seat, startled. “Oh, uh, just water. Yes, water’s good,” I said to the server in front of me.

  He nodded and, a moment later, handed me a bottle. “Anything else?”

  I shook my head. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

  I looked out the window and realized we were already high in the sky. White clouds floated by. All I could see was the vastness of the horizon dotted by feathery clouds that blocked any view from below.

  Because I’d left it all behind.

  My shabby apartment.

  My small bit of furniture.

  My broken-down car.

  My job.

  I didn’t actually quit Delaney’s, instead filing for a leave of absence. The owner agreed, since I’d never taken an unscheduled day off during my entire time there.

  I deserved this, after all. But then the voice in my head sounded again.

  This isn’t a vacation, it scolded. You need to work for your money, Kitty Davis. Don’t act so high and mighty because you’re no princess.

  And reality crashed down with a thunk. Because the voice was right. I was going to New York to work … and to meet my future.

  ***

  The jolt of the plane startled me awake. Sleep had claimed me, and for the first time in a long time, I actually felt well-rested. The staff helped me off the plane and into airport.

  “Wow,” I said, staring around at the throngs of people in JFK, bustling like busy ants.

  An attendant next to me smiled. “Welcome to New York, Miss Davis.”

  “Is it always this busy?” I whispered. I thought movies always exaggerated, but maybe the city really was hustle and bustle.

  She gave me a soft laugh and nodded. “This place never sleeps,” she winked. “You’ll see.”

  The attendant led me out of the airport and I clutched my purse tighter. It was the only thing I had, honestly. No luggage, since Mr. Cartwright had been clear: all I needed was a purse that held the most important things like my birth control pills, ID, wallet, and phone. Nothing else.

  What about clothes? I’d asked.

  The alpha had chuckled in return.

  Wait until you get here, sweetheart. You’ll see.

  My escort stopped before a Rolls Royce parked out front and gestured towards the gleaming gray monster.

  “Your ride, Miss Davis.”

  Wow. The car was as sleek as the jet I had ridden in. I’d never experienced anything like this before. Never had a nice care before, let alone one with a driver ready to chauffeur me around.

  “Joe will drive you to Mr. Cartwright’s apartment. Enjoy your stay in New York, Miss Davis.”

  I slid inside the vehicle and the driver turned around to smile at me. “Hello, Miss Davis. I’m Joe.”

  “Hello, Joe. You can call me Kitty.” I gave him a little wave and returned his smile tentatively.

  And with a nod, we were off. The Rolls was ghostly silent, and I watched the airport disappear as tall buildings came into view. After a few minutes, Joe broke the quiet. “Is this your first time in New York, Miss?”

  “It is,” I answered him truthfully. “I’ve never been in any place other than Nashville. The change of scenery is doing wonders for my soul.”

  He chuckled. “First-timers always see the beauty of this busy city.”

  “Do you?” I asked him curiously.

  “I was born here, but can still find beauty all over the place,” he answered with a smile.

  And happily, I turned away, heart beating. I liked it. I was excited to be in the big city after a lifetime of small towns.

  The rest of the ride to Mr. Cartwright’s apartment was filled with idle chitchat. Joe suggested places to visit, but I knew in my heart that there wouldn’t be the chance. As much as I’d love to imagine that this was a vacation, I came here to work as a submissive for my Dom.

  We arrived at the apartment building and I stared at it in awe. It looked nothing like my red-bricked complex. The steel tower was modern and huge, its spires disappearing into the clouds.

  Joe turned to me. “A maid will be take you to Mr. Cartwright’s unit. See you around, Miss.”

  I smiled at Joe and waved goodbye. And sure enough, a woman in her late forties was waiting for me in the lobby. She introduced herself as Mara and led me to the elevator, pressing the button for PH.

  Holy cow. Mr. Cartwright lived in the penthouse.

  And when the door dinged, we stepped directly from the elevator into a huge, light-filled apartment.

  Double holy cow. The entire floor belonged to Mr. Cartwright. He had no neighbors, at least not on the same level.

  But Mara rushed me through the tour. “This is the upstairs bedroom,” she informed me, voice curt and blunt. “This will serve as your room. The closet is fully stocked with clothes your size and there’s an attached bathroom for you to use.”

  She pointed towards the corner of the room. “There’s a mini-fridge and a microwave. You can eat whatever you like. It will be replaced daily. There’s a table near the window. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be served here daily. You’re only allowed to go out of your room if the Master has permitted you to do so and only in the areas that he designates.”

  What was wrong with this person? It was like a robot giving me orders, mechanical and precise. Finally, she turned to me. “The Master will be with you shortly. He told me to inform you to change into an outfit of your choice. Everything is in the closet. That will be all, miss.”

  And Mara left without even saying goodbye, her departure abrupt. I didn’t mind, to be honest. Her monotone and inability to meet my gaze were unsettling for sure.

  Was I going to be okay? Did she know something that I didn’t?

  I decided to calm my nerves by taking a warm bath. The bathroom was twice the size of mine back in Tennessee. I turned on the warm water and let it fill the tub, and poured the liquid soap in before sinking deep into the hot water, letting my muscles relax.

  I was going to meet my Master for the first time; I should be calm and inviting.

  My soak in the bathtub was brief. Mara didn’t say when Mr. Cartwright would be coming other than “shortly” and I didn’t want to stay in long enough for my fingers to look like prunes. I wanted to be ready to meet the man who was going to be my future for the next month.

  Opening the closet, I was shocked to see so many outfits. There were more clothes in this closet than I had ever owned. I ran my hand over the fabrics and my eyes welled with tears. Were all of these for me? Did I get to keep them after or only use them for the month?

  The fabric from the lingerie was thin and sheer. It was a sexy teddy that felt like water on my skin and hugged my curves. I wasn’t skinny, despite having to budget my food, and was round and soft in a way that couldn’t’ be hidden. It’d be a lie to say I’d never tried, but at least my boobs were pretty great.

  I let out a long exhale and sat on the comfy bed. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, feeling like it would burst out of my ribcage at any moment.

  Shelly’s voice suddenly rang in my head and I remembered how she told me to pose on the bed seductively to entice my dominant. I tried, but couldn’t even figure out a position that looked good. In the end, I simply sat on the bed and played with my phone, hoping that it would distract me and ease my nerves.

  Footsteps sounded from outside the bedroom door and my heart thudded faster. I set my phone down and picked imaginary dust off my lingerie. My breathing grew heavier, anxiety bubbling in the pit of my stomach. It was enough to make nausea stir in my belly. It almost felt like I was in a horror movie, waiting for the monster to appear and kill me.

  Then a knock came, the door opening before I could answer.

  Oh god, oh god. He wa
s here!

  And a man stepped in, so gorgeous and dominating that my mouth dropped open, a small gasp escaping my lips.

  Because Mr. Cartwright looked nothing like a monster. In fact, he was as handsome as a god, Adonis come to life. A shiver shot through my stomach at the sight of the massive male staring back at me.

  He was mouthwatering, hands down.

  My imagination hadn’t done him justice. Dark hair was slicked back to keep it from hanging in his handsome face. He had chiseled features and a muscular body. But it wasn’t his face or body that instantly attracted me to him.

  It was his eyes.

  Eyes as blue as a stormy ocean, ready to consume me. That gaze was piercing, exposing my soul. Despite my lingerie, it felt as if I were truly naked under his penetrating gaze. The man could stare through the lace and frippery, seeing my heart for what it was.

  And then he smiled, taking my breath away.

  Because straight white teeth flashed like a movie star. His canines were slightly sharp, lending an air of seductive danger. What would it would be like to feel those teeth nipping at my skin?

  “Hello, Kitty Davis,” the man spoke, his voice deep and rich. The sound alone sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t even form the right words to greet him, staring back like a complete love-struck fool.

  A part of me screamed in victory. I was going to be pleasured by that gorgeous man!

  And a part of me cowered in fear.

  I was already attracted to him.

  But it was only the physical. We had no emotional connection whatsoever. And there would be none developing because that wasn’t part of the bargain. After all, this man was paying money for my body … and nowhere had we agreed that my heart was for sale.

  Chapter Six

  Conner

  I stared at her bedroom door. A storm of emotions crashed through my soul. Deep even breaths filled my lungs, and I fisted my hands, trying to calm the excitement and anxiety stirring inside me.

  A dominant should be cool and collected. Kitty would expect that, and not an anxious dude, on edge and nervous.