Dreamer Read Free

for her friend. Bring on the embarrassment of
Daisy’s matchmaking.
    “Fine,” Shan snapped and sat up straight. “How do we begin?”
    Daisy grabbed her in a hug and gave her a big loud kiss on
the cheek. “Excellent! Oh, you won't regret this, Shan. I have it all worked
out, and I've set up the perfect place to begin your training and get you used
to the BDSM community. It’s called the Steel Chalice, and it’s an elite BDSM
club.”
    “What?” Shan said in a faint voice. She’d imagined some kind
of blind date or maybe a shopping trip to a fetish store first, not an elite
BDSM club, whatever the hell that was.
    Daisy snickered. “For you, it's best that I take you to a
safe place where you can see the different styles of the D/s relationship. You
need to see some established relationships and experienced Dominants. I thought
about watching some BDSM porn with you, the instructional kind, but that just
seemed kinda...weird. I think we’d both end up making fun of the movie, and
that wouldn’t help you at all.”
    “I don't know...that's a little scary.” She hated admitting
her fear, her weakness, but this was Daisy. She hadn't judged Shan when she
went through her unfortunate Hello Kitty phase, and she wouldn't judge her now.
“And I don’t know how I feel about random strangers knowing about my…needs. I
mean I’m a private person about my love life, I don’t like to even kiss a guy in
public let alone let them do stuff to me in a freaking club. And what if they
see me on the street and recognize me? That would be too weird.”
    Crossing her legs, Daisy leaned closer. “I've thought of
that too, well, not grocery store molestation, but protecting your identity. I
got these awesome masks for us to wear. They're leather and custom-made. A lot
of people in the club wear masks and all kinds of awesome outfits. Some even
make their own, real pieces of art.”
    A flicker of real interest surfaced. “What color are the
masks?” She had an extensive collection of leather and latex dresses, not to
mention a drawer full of corsets that she wore to the clubs. Mentally flipping
through her clothing, she tried to decide what to wear.
    Daisy tossed one of her dreadlocks over her shoulder. “Shan,
you're going to love this place. No one will judge you for your needs, and you
will adore all the effort people put into creating a scene. It's really almost
like a theater performance...with orgasms.”
    Excitement, worry, and anticipation flooded her body with a
heady mixture of adrenaline. She took a deep breath and prayed that she was
making the right choice.
     
    ****
     
    Devon King crossed his heavily muscled arms over his
black-leather-clad chest and examined the submissives offering themselves for
the evening. Men and women wearing everything from suits with strategically cut
out breast and crotch panels to nothing but skin covered in glittering body
paint huddled together like a bunch of nervous rabbits. There were mostly women
standing around, but also few unattached male submissives who darted glances at
the section of the club where the single Doms tended to hold court.
    Behind the unattached subs, a club Sentinel carefully kept
watch over the main floor. Part of the appeal of this private club was the
knowledge that safe, sane, and consensual was strictly enforced. It didn't hurt
that most of the Doms were part of various Temple Guards, trained for battle
and possessing the instinct to protect. From his seat on the black leather
couch, he counted at least two dozen male and female guards roaming the room.
    Toward the back of the small group of men and women, a
stunning brunette caught his eye then sank to her knees with a pleading look.
Thin, dressed in a see-through cream sheath, she arched her back and mouthed
the word, “please.” Biting back a sigh, he shook his head and purposefully
looked away from her, signaling his disinterest in dominating her tonight.
    Her name was Maria, and he had played with