Excerpt
Victoria Casey followed Mistress Katriona through Incognito, a frisson of excitement giving her goose bumps. Katriona had led her through the entire fetish club, giving her the grand tour, which proved to be quite interesting. Voyeur rooms, public displays of sensuality and affection, a free-for-all of sexual decadence. The place was a treasure trove of lusts and physical frivolity wrapped in a security blanket of discreet privacy and classy style.
She'd have to remember to thank her friend, Angela Patterson, who had suggested this place after Vicky confided in her about The Pleasure Club. Angie even offered to sponsor her. TPC had delivered on its promise, so that wasn't the problem or reason she was in the market for another club, another means to a pleasurable end. No, she'd wanted another night with a Pleasure Master, but she'd been a little afraid. After her first incredible night, she'd realized just how dumb she'd been. They'd wound up at her place, and if her Pleasure Master had been some kind of psycho creep, he could have cut off her head…or whatever psychos usually did with women they got alone.
TPC staked its reputation on its security measures, but the idea of blind dates to the extremes she might be interested in… Well, it warranted extra precautions that only an establishment like Incognito could offer.
"Okay, I'm impressed," she said with a grin when they returned to the bar. "My biggest concern is security, though. I know you showed me the panic buttons in the private rooms, but-"
Katriona held up her hand. "What if you're tied up?"
Vicky nodded. It was a worthwhile question.
"We have a highly trained security team who watches everything and everyone that walks through the doors." She pointed her riding crop to the front entrance of the building. The woman was as flamboyantly dressed as Vicky had ever seen, but she seemed a very down-to-earth businesswoman. With her black latex corset that set the swells of her breasts on display, to her skin-tight miniskirt and thigh-high boots, the woman oozed sex. But she was charismatic and very easy to talk to, which surprised Vicky.
Katriona's words sank in.
"They watch everything?"
Katriona's chuckle was deep and throaty. "Yes, Victoria. We have cameras everywhere, and our team of security experts keeps their eyes on all activity in and around the club. But I promise you, our security team is one hundred percent discreet. Safety of my patrons is my highest concern."
Vicky nodded. Safety was why she was here. Her dabble in BDSM with her Pleasure Master from TPC had let her know that she wanted to try more, only she was too cautious to do it on her own or even through TPC again. "Angie speaks very highly of you, your husband, and this club, but…"
Katriona smiled, her full, dark red lips tilting and her kohl-lined eyes showing her understanding. "You're welcome to stop by another night, maybe this weekend, and look around when the club is full-"
It's not full now? Vicky scanned the room to see a pretty nice-sized crowd, not overly large, scattered about the main hall. The bar seemed to be doing a good business. The place wasn't packed, but still…
"Feel free to visit with other club members and see if Incognito is right for you. You won't be able to…" She waved her hand and grinned. "Until you're a full member, you aren't allowed to participate, but you're welcome to look around. I can have Carl brief you on club protocol, as well."
Vicky cast her glance around the room once more. Maybe she should check it out on the weekend. The atmosphere of such a place could change from one day to the next, and the dues to join were not something to toss away on a whim. She met Katriona's gaze. "I'd like that. I…" She sucked in a deep breath. "I'm very curious, but I'm a little afraid, too. This is all very new to me."
Katriona nodded in understanding. "From the questionnaire you filled out, it's pretty obvious you're a bottom, and if it'll make you feel better, I can introduce you to a couple of Doms who are gentle teachers. The things to remember are to establish your safe word, let your partner know what it is, and make sure you have a discussion about expectations with whatever partner or partners you choose before you start a scene. Honesty is definitely the key in any BDSM relationship, whether it's long-term or just a one-hour scene."
That made sense, and Vicky sighed in relief. "And everyone here knows the rules, I assume."
"If and when you're ready to join, there's a five page membership package you'll need to read, which lays out all the rules. Membership approval comes only after a thorough background check. As I said before, our members' safety and security are our number one priority." She glanced over Vicky's shoulder. "In fact, if you'll come with me, I'll introduce you to one of Incognito's finest members. He's a cop." She winked then brushed past Vicky.
Vicky followed her across the wide room, toward a table where two men sat.
"Excuse the interruption, gentlemen." Katriona stopped at the table and turned to Vicky. "Paul, this is Victoria Casey, a prospective member. Victoria, I'd like to introduce you to Detective Paul Baxter."
The detective stood up and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Victoria," he said with a welcoming grin. Vicky glanced at his left hand while she shook his right. He wore a wedding band, and that concerned her. Did married men come here to do naughty things? That was one place she wouldn't go-ever!
"Thank you," she said. "Please call me Vicky."
"And this," Katriona said, as she waved her riding crop toward the other man still seated, "is another member of-"
The man started to turn toward her, face her, and her heart quickened.
"James? Detective James Drake?" Vicky blurted out. Her pulse pounded in her throat as excitement shot through her. Oh, holy shit! Her Pleasure Master from TPC.
Detective Drake looked up at her with a half smile and those oh-so-warm, make-you-melt eyes. "Hello, Victoria."
Paul chuckled and gave his friend a pat on the shoulder. "Once a badge, always a badge, eh, buddy?"
"You two know each other?" Katriona asked with evident curiosity.
Intimately was the answer that came to mind, but Vicky couldn't form the words to respond. Her face grew warm and her hands clammy as she stared at the man who had heated every late-night fantasy she'd had for the last few months.
He was a member? He was a member! Hot damn, she wanted to do the happy dance.
Detective Drake stood up. "We've met…once before today," he replied to Katriona and then held out his hand to Vicky. "Actually, it's just Drake. Drake Kavanaugh."
"Oh."
"I'm a retired detective of the Chicago PD."
Her hand slipped into his, a tingle of electricity shooting up her arm straight to her breasts, which made her nipples pebble. She sucked in a breath.
"He's a private dick, now," Paul added, and there was no mistaking the humor in his tone at the double entendre.
Vicky couldn't smile though, couldn't let go of Drake Kavanaugh's strong, warm hand. She'd dreamed about him so many times in the last months. Yearned for him and his handcuffs, which were tucked away in her bedside table, and here he was in flesh and blood. She shouldn't be surprised he was a member of a place like this, but still, seeing him again when the TPC rules stated that no contact was to be made outside of…
Drake withdrew his hand from hers, and she felt the loss of his touch like a blow. She should lower her eyes. She was experienced enough to know that was required of all subs, but she couldn't take her gaze from those stunning green eyes that had captured her the first time they met. "It…it's great to see you again," she said, pulling herself out of her stupor.
"Same here." His gaze darkened with something she couldn't quite fathom, but it was gone before she could ponder it long. He glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry, but I've really got to be going. Welcome to Incognito." He grinned then, and Vicky's knees went weak. His voice was as husky-sexy as she remembered. "Hope to see you around."
"Me, too," she whispered.
"Kat." He turned to his friends. "Paul…"
"I'll call ya later," Paul answered, and Drake turned and walked away. Ohh, that butt. He'd looked good as a rumpled detective in slacks and a white button-down. It had made him look like a mature, street-smart gumshoe. But today, in a dark T-shirt pulled tight over his pecs and biceps, plus those ass-hugging jeans…Mmm.
