Strictly Yours: Hooded Pleasures, Book 3 by Sheryl Nantus Read Free Book Online Page A

for everything from a mild cold to a suspected heart attack that had to be immediately rerouted to the nearby emergency room via ambulance.
    But the light at the end of the tunnel was her appointment with Nathan.
    She tapped on the keyboard, suppressing the thrill surging through her body at the anticipation.
    He was her favorite.
    Technically, she shouldn’t have favorites. Technically they were all the same and all deserved to be treated the same—but Nathan held a special place in her heart for some reason, and she looked forward to their appointments with a bit more enthusiasm than the others.
    She knew it was wrong, in a way. The rules said not to develop any attachment to a client. But Wendy had made it clear there also had to be some sort of connection there between Domme and submissive, some emotional link. Otherwise, there’d be nothing more there than a mechanical response to a need. It was a tricky line to toe, and Wendy noted many of Hooded Pleasures’ employees didn’t last more than a year.
    It wasn’t as if Jen didn’t have a social life.
    Every few weeks, she went to Boots ’n’ Chains, a local BDSM club, to clear her head from both jobs. It cost a mint to keep her membership up, but it was a good place, a safe place where she could let her hair down and relax with her peers.
    She rarely hooked up with anyone for more than a single session since beginning her work for HP, choosing to sit at the bar and chat with the other members for most of her visits. Once in a while she’d help with a new arrival, try to make him or her comfortable while they figured out what was going on around them and how much they wanted to participate. Or not.
    Sometimes a Domme would bring over her latest toy for Jen to play with, letting the submissive have the pleasure of two women disciplining him in public.
    It was fun, and in the end, the Domme would take her man off to the back room to finish off the night, leaving Jen at the bar.
    She didn’t mind.
    Jen enjoyed seeing connections made and couples forming on and off the dance floor. Once in a while, a sub would offer himself to her, but she usually turned him down with a smile and a pat on the ass to send him off to another Domme.
    She loved the public scenes.
    She’d been there the night Kate brought Alex out to the St. Andrew’s cross.
    A delicious shiver tickled her spine at the memory.
    It had been glorious to behold. Alex had looked so strong, so handsome strapped to the polished wood, and Kate—
    Perfect.
    That was the only word Jen could find to describe the two of them together at their first public scene. They’d done others since, but none had set off such an emotional explosion as the first time.
    She remembered seeing tears in the eyes of the other Doms and Dommes at the bar, their submissives barely breathing as they watched Kate and Alex.
    Jen only hoped she’d find such love, such a perfect match at some point in her life. She hadn’t found it at the club through her infrequent hookups with the lovely men there. She hadn’t found it the few times she’d met someone outside of the club despite Colleen’s best efforts to set her up.
    She just hadn’t clicked with anyone yet.
    But Nathan—
    She shut off that line of thinking as a clipboard landed atop the counter, dangerously close to her head.
    “I filled this out.” The tall man sniffled and wiped his runny nose on his sleeve, leaving a green mucus smear. “Can I see the doctor now?”
    * * * * *
    Nathan knelt in the living room, trying hard not to smile. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed these sessions with Danielle much more than he ever had with Kate.
    Danielle and he just…clicked. There wasn’t any other way to explain it. He knew it was a paid service and she wasn’t supposed to get any more into the scene than she needed to fulfill his needs.
    Still—
    The door opened, and he forgot everything other than the need to serve his Mistress.
    He heard the soft thud of the