I had no idea if I was even in the right place. There was no sign, and this area of town was nothing but old money. It wasn't the type of place I could knock on a door to ask about a b**m club that I had to wonder if the neighbors even knew operated in their midst. It was just another mansion on Cresent Avenue from the outside, but once I rang the bell and a stunning woman answered the door in a leather maid outfit, I was certain I had found the right place. Leather and lace showcased her phenomenal assets, and I couldn't deny the view had my heart racing as I followed her down several halls.
She introduced me to Zane, then quickly dropped her eyes to his chest, curtsied, and exited.
The title Master suggested a certain something, and Zane's voice had instilled all that title suggested
