“She didn’t say anything about seeing someone, did she?”

The reason behind the owner of Fantasia’s bad mood was now glaringly apparent. It appeared everyone was having issues with women—including Vaughn.

“Not to me.”

Vaughn grumbled something before he said, “I’ll try her later. The room is reserved. I’ve booked it for the entire night. Anything else you need while your wish is my command?”

“Just luck,” he said, ended the call, and started the long, lonely drive home.

Chapter Fifteen

Michael arrived at her doorstep at eight sharp. Lacey had done exactly as he asked. She was in the red corset and garter set she’d purchased when she made the trip into town. The black stockings she’d donned contrasted nicely with the blood-red satin and lace, although Michael hadn’t stipulated she could wear those. She’d finally decided stockings were underwear, especially when they were paired with four-inch red high heels.

Deciding how to do her hair and makeup took hours. In the end she went for simple and refined. She left her hair long and straight, allowing the strands to flow down her back. She decided against fake lashes, obnoxious blush or darkly kohled lids, choosing instead to bring attention to her green eyes with brown shadow, liquid liner and good old-fashioned mascara.

The cold wind caused her nipples to pebble through the lace as she opened the door. She quickly stepped aside and Michael walked in.

Sweet Mother of God.

He had on leather pants, a pressed white dress shirt, a black trench coat and a pair of boots that showed no signs of wear. With his shoulder-length hair and slightly battered face, he looked like a damn pirate straight out of a romance novel, only better.

He didn’t say a word as he wrapped his arm under her elbow and escorted her to the bathroom.

It was almost surreal, remaining silent when there was so much she wanted to say. He guided her inside, flicked on the light and looked at her through the mirror.

“Tonight you’ll address me as Master. You won’t speak unless spoken to or asked a question, and you’ll be wearing this.” He pulled a blindfold from his pocket. “At any time, if you realize this isn’t what you want, you can remove this,” he shook the black object in his hand, “or say red. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” She was as aroused as she was terrified. Tonight she’d literally be going in blind.

“Before we can go any further, you’ll need to sign this.” He produced a folded document from his coat along with a pen. “You can’t enter the club without knowing and consenting to the rules.”

As she accepted the papers with trembling hands, she read over the legalities of entering Fantasia. There were so many things she had considered, but some of the items gave her a small amount of comfort. Everything was safe, sane and consensual. No one was allowed to do anything without the express consent of the person in their care. Rules were laid out in black and white. The penalties for breaking them were harsh.

Michael stood just behind her the entire time, remaining silent, allowing her to make the decision on her own. After reading over everything, she held out her hand for the pen. The signature she’d normally create with a flourish was uneven and sloppy when she finally mustered up the courage to sign and date the last page.

“Put your hands on the counter and close your eyes.”

She did as he asked and he put the blindfold on, taking his time as he adjusted the fit. There was a shuffling sound behind her and she felt his hand on her lower back, urging her upper body toward the sink.

“I’m going to pull your panties down and insert a plug in your ass.” A tremor shot through her and he ran his fingers down her spine. “I won’t hurt you, angel. Just lean forward and relax.”

The sink was cold as she rested her abdomen against it. She felt him unbuckle the clasps attached to her stockings just before he pulled her panties down. He stopped when the material was beneath her knees.

“Spread your legs as far as you can.”

She broadened her stance until the underwear prevented any further movement. He pressed against her back until she went flush against the counter, her breasts flat against the surface. A click echoed in the room and she waited as he did something she could only visualize. She imagined him gliding his lubricated fingers up and down the toy, making sure it would slide easily into her ass. In a way, she was grateful she couldn’t see. If she saw whatever it was he planned to place in her rectum, she was sure she’d balk—or at least say yellow.

She gasped when she felt his finger slide between her cheeks. He rotated the tip against the sensitive area before he slipped his finger inside. It didn’t hurt but felt odd, especially when he removed his finger only to return again with more of the slippery substance.

“Here we go. Take a deep breath and bear down. This plug is small, so you can get used to being stretched. If all goes well we’ll keep replacing them until you can take me without any discomfort.”

Something cold and hard prodded against her anus and slowly eased inside. It wasn’t bad at first, but as he kept going, she was tempted to ask him if he was certain it was the smallest size. Despite the lubrication it burned and was far from comfortable. She wasn’t sure anal sex was something she was interested in after all. He stopped and caressed her lower back.

“All done.”

He pulled up her panties, fixed her garters and moved her aside to wash his hands. She tried not to squirm but the thing deeply inside her ass was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t painful but definitely noticeable, creating fullness in a place she wasn’t accustomed to.

When she felt his hand at her elbow, she followed and tried to place one foot in front of the other without stumbling. It was more difficult to walk in the dark than she’d thought it would be.

Thankfully, Michael steered her perfectly. They stopped, he released her arm and she heard clothes shuffling.

“Stay still, angel. I’m going to wrap you in my coat.” He slid a garment around her shoulders.

“You’ll wear this when we’re outside but once we enter Fantasia it comes off.”

Panic arose, suffocating her. How in the world could she face a room full of people in nothing more than a corset, panties, garters, stockings and heels?

She struggled to remember the party at Brian and Trevor’s home. The submissives had been almost completely naked. Michael had allowed her to choose what she was comfortable in, which left her partially clothed but covered for the most part. He’d also said he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want.

“Are you having second thoughts? If you are, now’s the time to say so.”

“No, Master.”

He closed the coat, slowly brushing his fingers against her skin as he slid each button into its proper slot. She could feel his breath against her face, so much closer with the heels that made her come past his chest. When he finished, she waited until she heard the door open and he wrapped an arm around her waist to walk into the cold winter air. The car he arrived in was directly in front of her house. She heard the door open and was seated in seconds. As he slid in next to her, keeping her close at his side, she realized she was in a limousine again. The door closed, the car started moving and an unexpected tingling in her ass caused her to gasp and jerk.

Holy shit.

“Relax,” Michael murmured into her ear. He pulled the coat aside and placed his hand on her thigh. “We’ve got a long ride ahead of us.”

Relax? Was he insane?

If Michael had asked her minutes ago how she felt about a vibrating plug, her answer would have been less than enthusiastic. Now, when she was stuck in the back of a car with Michael who was dressed to kill and smelled so good she wanted to straddle him and take him for a test drive? The humming in her backside was doing something she would have never thought possible.

The evil, torturous device was turning her on.

* * *

Michael’s hard-on had finally subsided by the time they arrived at Fantasia. The entire trip he’d watched Lacey writhe in the seat as he played with the controller that stimulated the untouched nerve endings in her beautiful round bottom. Each time he’d upped the vibration she’d bitten her lip in an effort to remain quiet. He’d teased and tormented her until they were about ten minutes away before he shut the plug off and slipped the remote into his pocket.

She was nervous, he could tell. When she wasn’t wringing her fingers she was fiddling with the buttons on his coat. He had to give her credit. From the moment he’d entered her home, she’d done exactly as he’d instructed. Even though he’d sensed her hesitation when he warned her about what she could expect at the club, she’d accepted what he said without question. That alone told him she wanted this to work, which was a step in the right direction.

He almost didn’t want the ride to end. Once they crossed the threshold to the establishment he’d see how far her resolve went. Tonight he’d push her as far as he thought she would go, testing her limits. If she could trust him enough to take care of her, she’d see the risk was worth the reward.

If she couldn’t…

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

If Lacey removed the blindfold and walked out the door, he’d have no choice but to watch her go. He couldn’t change who he was to keep her. They either shared the same interests or they didn’t.

His parents had always had a level of trust he envied. If his father told his mother to do something, she never hesitated. The same went for his old man. Their loyalty and dedication were unshakable, even in death.