Her Master's Kiss 5 by Vivien Sparx Read Free Book Online

walls lined with shelves of alcohol. Serving at the counter were two young dark-haired women, wearing lingerie. On the opposite wall was a row of dark-timbered booths, where groups and couples sat chatting quietly. The lighting was all in the centre of the room – crystal chandeliers – so that the booths were dark and secluded.
    To the right, winding its way up a level, was a wide staircase with wrought-iron balustrades. There were people drifting up and down the stairs, and Renee noticed one woman in particular who stood out from all the others. She was about Renee’s height, but her hair was coppery-red; a long mane of fiery color above a perfect Persian face. She had fine, delicate features, and she carried herself with rare elegant grace. The woman was wearing a full-length golden gown that clung provocatively to the swelling shape of her breasts and was cut high-up on one thigh so that every step revealed long tanned legs. Renee watched the woman for long seconds as she came down the stairs and then disappeared through a steel door at the far end of the bar.
    Tink had noticed the woman too. She leaned close to Renee, clutching her hand. “That’s Desire,” Tink said in a conspiratorial whisper. “She belongs to the man who owns the club.”
    Renee nodded, still staring at the closed door behind which the woman had disappeared. Then suddenly she felt Stefan’s arm around her waist, guiding her towards one of the booths. His touch broke the spell – and she smiled up into his handsome face warmly. “Thank you for making the effort to come here tonight,” she said. She brushed her hand lightly down the broad of his chest. “I appreciate it.”
    They found a booth and ordered drinks from one of the lingerie waitresses. She smiled and winked at Peter, and then turned on her heel, wiggling her hips with every mesmerizing step that carried her back to the bar. Stefan and Peter admired the woman as she went. So too did Tink and Renee.
    “Every woman here is beautiful,” Renee said, leaning across the table and speaking in a whisper.
    Tink nodded seriously. “This is only part of the club,” she explained to Renee. “The staircase takes you up to the rooms.”
    “The rooms?”
    Tink nodded, but Peter intercepted her answer and explained instead. “There are several private rooms upstairs where members of the club can enjoy each other,” he said. “Anyone is welcome to use the rooms, or to join in the activities taking place – so long as they are respectful, and the activities completely consensual – then anything goes.”
    Renee nodded, but then she shook her head. “I expected something much different,” she confessed. “I thought it would be a dingy kind of place with crosses and naked women, men in leather and lots of sex-play happening everywhere. But it’s a lot more elegant than I expected.”
    Peter laughed. “Renee, the club is more a meeting place than an actual BDSM club you might imagine. It’s a place to connect – not Disneyland.”
    Their drinks arrived, and the young woman was careful and deliberate in the way she leaned across the table to serve Stefan his drink, and ensure he had ample opportunity to look down the gaping front of her negligee. Stefan took his drink, smiled at the woman, and then raised his glass in a toast.
    “To friendship,” he said simply. Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them together.
    There was no music in the bar – just the soft murmur of voices from the other booths. In the stall behind them, Renee could hear a man talking to a woman who must have been his submissive. The man was instructing the woman to cross the room and approach a young blonde girl who had come into the club on her own a few minutes earlier. She was standing at the bar, her back turned to them, but Renee could tell the girl had a sensational figure. The man behind them wanted her – and he was making sure his submissive delivered the message correctly.
    “Tell her to join