6. A reality

Cassandra Salvatore

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I marveled at his boldness. I thought I just told him I didn't want all the things he just listed. Most importantly, "I have a boyfriend."

I had thought that would deter him, but I was wrong. Instead, it seemed like he took it as a challenge as he stepped closer to me. "Does your 'boyfriend' know you're here?" The way he said the word, boyfriend, showed that he didn't believe I had one. He most likely thought I was just grasping at straws to escape him. I mean, I was.

I faltered. What did I think would happen if I went to a sex club? Of course, men were going to hit on me. They probably thought I came here for pleasure as did everyone else.

"Cara," he warned.

"It's Cassie," I corrected him. He didn't care about the correction. All he wanted was an answer. "No, he doesn't."

"Exactly," he smirked, making him look even more handsome than he already was.

I glared at him. "Did you only ask that to prove a point?"

"You could say that," he shrugged nonchalantly. He was wearing a white plaid shirt that did nothing to hide the outline of the muscles underneath it, complemented with black slacks. He seemed a little too overdressed for the kind of place that we were in, but then again, he didn't have a bracelet on, so I assumed he had some kind of power around here.

"I don't like you very much."

"You don't need to darling. You just need to like what I'd do to you." I opened my mouth to protest, but he held a hand up, stopping me from speaking. "I know, you're here for your friend. Walk with me."

He didn't wait for my response before he started walking away. Since Jules had already abandoned me, I didn't want to be left alone looking lost, so I quickly followed after him, glaring at his back.

"From what I've gathered, you're not a fan of BDSM?"

It was a very personal question, but I found myself indulging for some reason. "No. It's just a power play trying to force the idea that men are superior to women. It's a power play."

The man paused for a beat. "You really think that?" I nodded warily. "No offense, but your take on it couldn't be farther from the truth."

I scoffed, actually offended. "Why don't you tell me the truth, Mr. know it all?"

"That was incredibly immature of you, but I'm going to tell you anyway."

I made a face, annoyed by his behavior, but when he turned to look at me, I kept a straight face immediately. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"BDSM is not about power play, Cara." I opened my mouth to correct him again, but a stern look from me had me shutting up. Besides, I didn't think he would even take note of my correction. "It is a way for people to express themselves freely. It's about the trust you put in each other. It's about not being judged for who you are. This place," he gestured around the club as we entered into a more private sector, "is all about that. Here, you are able to break free from societal standards without anyone saying jackshit to you. You can be who you are here, Cara. No one's judging."

"W-What do you mean who I am?" I stuttered out, coming to a stop.

He stopped walking as well and turned around to face me. I took a wonky step back. "You don't have to hide it. You have the power here. Everything stops as soon as you don't feel comfortable with it. The question is; have you given yourself a chance?"

His voice got deeper with every word. The dominance in his voice went straight to my core and had me clenching my legs subtly.

"You say one thing, yet your body says the other."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hoping when I opened them, it would all be a dream. It couldn't be a reality that I was standing in a BDSM club. It couldn't be a reality that a man, whose name I didn't even know, wanted me to be his submissive. It couldn't be a reality that he was right. My body was saying something else. Most especially, it couldn't be a reality that I was slightly interested in it.

It shouldn't be all that bad, right? Fantasizing about this handsome stranger dominating me wasn't illegal. Besides, Jules was interested in BDSM and I didn't look at her any differently.

But I'd acted like I was against it forever. I couldn't just give in like that. It would be embarrassing.

I took another step back. "What's your name?"

As though he could see that he was slowly convincing me, he smirked and took a step closer to me. He brought his hand up to my chin, caressing it and sending tingles down my spine. Who was this man and why did such an innocent touch affect me so much? "Matteo, but I'd prefer if you call me sir or master."

"Okay, sir."

I didn't know when the words left my mouth; I didn't know how, but it pleased him because he smiled brightly, and somehow, that pleased me as well. What in the world was happening? Where was Jules? I think she needed to take me to the hospital because I knew something was wrong with me.

"Good girl."

Somehow, that pleased me even more. It gave me a sense of satisfaction that I didn't know was possible. I liked how I was feeling. I wanted to explore. I wanted to know more about this BDSM thing.

I looked around the room again. I could see people being their selves, getting what was probably the best pleasure of their lives. I'd seen a woman orgasm up to four times and I hadn't even had one. If this was what could bring me the pleasure I deserved, then what was the harm in trying it?

"Now, back to my original question." My heartbeat skyrocketed as he stepped even closer, leaving no space between us, so our toes were touching. My eyes settled on his full pink lips and he licked them as if sending my eyes on them. "Will you be my submissive?"