Longing: Club Inferno Read Free Page B

thighs like Clint’s.
    “If you say so. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
    “Please don’t,” she said, but he had already hung up. “Honestly.” Anya turned off the ringer and dumped the phone back into her purse. Clint had stopped swimming and was sitting in the shallow end, leaning back with his eyes closed. She was about to march over there and start up a conversation when the doors slammed open, and Master Dante and his entourage walked in.
    Master Dante was dressed in black leather pants and matching vest. His group consisted of females dressed as acrobats. Or maybe they really were acrobats; you could never tell with Master Dante. When Anya met him, she’d really wanted to call him Dante. But then he turned those emerald-green eyes on her and her spine automatically stiffened. He had a charisma that was so compelling Anya wouldn’t dare call him anything but Master Dante—and she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body.
    More people were escorted in by his submissives. Jana was shirtless and a thin chain was attached to her pierced nipples. She wore leather pants, like Master Dante, and led in a group of five women who were dressed in bathing suits. Leo came next. He was naked. Anya did a double take. Well, not exactly. His penis was encased in a tiny curved steel cage. He led in five men who were in bathing suits. No other penis cages that she could see.
    “You guys are in neutral territory,” Anya said, using the term that meant both Club Inferno members and the resort members could come and go as they pleased.
    Dante turned his full attention to her and sauntered over, like a jungle cat stalking his prey. Anya resisted the urge to take a step back. He wasn’t as drop-dead gorgeous as Clint, but there was something compelling about him.
    “We have the room rented for a private affair,” he said, moving in a step closer than most people would.
    Sure enough, Anya saw the acrobats were putting out signs and drawing the shades to keep anyone from looking in. “Weren’t you afraid of people seeing your subs?” Anya gestured to Leo and Jana, who were kneeling at the deep end of the pool, their heads down, awaiting further orders.
    “At this hour?” He chuckled, a deep rumbling purr.
    Anya caught herself grinning back. “Good point.”
    “My assistants”—he indicated the acrobats—“have clothes for everyone once the exercise is over. So we won’t draw any attention.”
    “Well, I guess I’ll get out of your way.”
    “Stay,” he said, cupping her face. “I think you would like it.”
    “What do you have planned?” She rested her cheek in his palm and tried not to look up at him adoringly. He had a way of making you feel that you were the only woman in the room. But she knew that the price of that attention was what Jana and Leo were doing. She wasn’t ready to give up that control.
    “We’re going to do some breath play.” Master Dante eased his hand from her cheek to lightly encircle her neck. His thumb stroked her throat. The intimacy of it surprised her. The power in his hand was a mild turn-on. She swallowed and stepped back. His hand dropped back to his side.
    “It sounds interesting,” Anya said. “But it looks like you’ve got a crowd. I’m more for a smaller group.”
    “You could watch. If you see anything that interests you, we could meet up to discuss it. I’d love to have some time with you in a more private setting. I think you would be a fantastic submissive.”
    “I think I’d disappoint you. I’m a bit too much of a smart-ass.”
    “I can work with that.”
    “And I don’t like pain that much. Or humiliation.” Anya shook her head. “It’s not for me.”
    Master Dante smiled. “You’d be surprised. I can also Dom you using sexual deprivation.”
    “Now, where’s the fun in that?” Anya said.
    “Ask Leo. He’s wearing the chastity device.”
    So that’s what the penis cage is.
“Why?”
    “For orgasm denial. He’s being punished. I caught him