Devyn has just completed her first dance and ended it off with Kieran pinning her with a gaze. According to the other ladies, Kieran hardly ever used to come to the club in the evenings, unless it was to take Marley to his private booth.It secretly bothered her that he had been here every night to watch her. He would only stay for her first dance, then he would leave. The staring itself she was used to, it was the way he stared at her that gave her goosebumps.Pure unadulterated lust and everyone saw it.She shimmies off the stage, then heads to the dressing rooms to freshen up and fix her makeup. It was the day before her performance at Siren Song, and she was a nervous wreck. Ross gave her off until 12 am because she was popular with the patrons and they would request her.She had agreed because she loved singing so much.Approaching the dressing room, she hears voices inside and sighs. It was Marley complaining again. “Kieran has been in

DevynDevyn watches Kieran’s back as he walks away after kissing her, then slides down onto the floor in shock. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to complicate things further, just when she found a semblance of happiness and belonging? She wonders if she really provoked this attraction as he claimed. After they met in the alley, she couldn’t get him out of her head, especially after he had stood so close to her.When she saw him walking out of the rooms, their eyes met and she held his gaze as she danced. Not once did he break the connection. When she concluded her dancing, she realized that the entire room must have seen this exchange. Marley would certainly kill her after this, this was why she had left so abruptly.Running her fingers through her thick red curls, she stood up. “I can’t be here,” she says out loud and walks towards Ross’ office.After telling him she was feeling sick and tha

Light applause follows Devyn as she leaves the stage and heads towards the bar counter, keeping her head down. The man she had tried to keep out of her mind was here and had watched her performance with a look of wonder in his eyes.Why was Kieran here? And why had he looked at her like that?“One glass of wine, please.” She orders before taking a seat on the barstool and rubs her temples. Her performance had gone smoothly, and she was happy with the whole gig, but the way it ended left her with knots in her stomach.“Devyn,” she hears the voice of Ian behind her and turns around, only to stare straight into the face of Kieran. “See, I told you she was amazing,” Ian says and nudges him lightly.“She was exquisite,” Kieran replies softly, pinning her with his lust-filled gaze once more. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks; Kieran was Ian’s boss!“This is your boss?” She asks

They’ve arrived at the underground parking lot of one of Manhattan’s premier apartment buildings. Devyn looks over at Kieran in the driver’s seat, “What exactly do you do for a living? There is no way you make your money from a BDSM and Jazz club alone.” She asks him and heard him chuckle. “Let’s save that conversation for another time, hun.” He says and parks the car in what she noticed was a VIP parking. It seems everything Kieran deals with is “VIP”. He comes to a halt and gets out of the car, walking around to the passenger side then opening the door for her. “Thank you,” she says as she gets out of the car. He held out his hand for her to take and she reciprocated. What was she doing? Was it wise going with someone who just shot her ex in the head? She realised that it was a bit too late to turn back now seeing as the elevator doors just closed behind her. Kieran was being exceptionally quiet right now and it started to unnerve her tremendously. Should she say s

Devyn Devyn opens her eyes and could immediately feel the start of a heavy migraine that would plague her day. Groaning, she sits up and takes in her surroundings, feeling momentarily stunned. Then she remembers the gun, the blood and her shower with Kieran. Trauma does weird things to you, you either live through it and suffer in silence, or you seek help in the form of another person. For years Devyn chose the former, wearing a smile on her face when she knew she was dying inside. But last night things had been different; she confided in someone, and by confiding she meant she let Kieran fuck her brains out. Thinking back to last night, she feels a sudden blush fill her cheeks, and she lays back down on the bed. She hardly ever blushed or played coy, but Kieran seems to bring that out in her. He had claimed her last night, and she said yes to him - she was his new submissive. How would that work though? He was her boss and n