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Use it if you change your mind. Shall I pour?”
    Thea nodded, and considered the matter closed. She wriggled into a sitting position but despite her reluctance to open up to him, and her claims that she had to get home, she was in no real hurry to separate from Tony’s comforting warmth. She took the offered cup of steaming tea and sipped slowly, allowing her body time to drift gently back down from the endorphin-induced high. She spotted a couple of chocolate biscuits on the tray beside the teapot and nibbled one of those. Her blood sugar needed a boost.
    How long had she been scening with Tony now? Six months? Eight, perhaps. They met here at the club every couple of weeks or so, and to Thea’s way of thinking each scene was more intense than the last. More satisfying. More fulfilling. As the days passed between their encounters she would long for her Dom’s summons. Eventually he would text her, usually a curt few words and giving her just hours’ notice. Today had been no exception
    Tonight. Nine thirty. Corset. High heels.
    Her response… Yes, Sir.
    She let her mind drift back to the evening she met this tall, dark haired Dom. She had been coming to The Wicked Club alone for a couple of months, watching other members enjoying the facilities, attending demonstrations of wax play or bondage techniques. She enjoyed regular spankings administered by the dungeon staff when she requested it, and those were quite delightful. She was happy, blending in and anonymous in her kink. She certainly wasn’t looking for a regular Dom.
    In fairness, Tony was no regular Dom. He was simply—perfect. From the first moment he strolled up to her, flashed that ebony-eyed smile and invited her to join him for a drink she was under his spell. He was attractive, but Thea thought that was true of all Doms. They exuded a certain—something—that drew her in. With Tony it was more. His classic good looks were just part of it. He looked to be a little older than she was, perhaps in his mid-thirties, and smartly dressed. Thea loved a man in a well-tailored suit and Tony was the epitome of male elegance. His dark grey jacket and trousers were immaculate, his crisp white shirt pristine. He removed his burgundy and grey striped tie as they sat in the bar and unbuttoned his collar. Thea thought she might dissolve into a puddle at his feet.
    Tony’s physical perfection was just a part of his appeal though. He was unfailingly courteous, he smiled a lot, and when he invited her to accompany him back into the dungeon she was more than happy to drape herself over a spanking bench for him. He had never disappointed her, delivering just the right level of intensity to satisfy her craving for pain. Submissive to her core, Thea rarely attracted anything approaching discipline from her Dom, but on the rare occasions he did harden his tone with her or raise a disapproving eyebrow her pussy melted. She just quivered, her desire for his dominance bringing her to her knees every time.
    She had scened with no one else since that first time with Tony. She had no desire to. He had set the standard as far as she was concerned and no other Dom would measure up. He had set the bar high, yet she didn’t even know his last name. She had no wish to know. Tony was her guilty secret, he existed here at The Wicked Club. In this place, with this powerful Dom, she could let herself go, safe in the knowledge that the Thea who stripped in public and orgasmed on a growled command, was a world away from the prim, efficient woman who inhabited her everyday life. And never the twain should meet.
    “Sweetheart, are you falling asleep?”
    “What? Oh, sorry…” Thea’s musings came to an abrupt end, disturbed by her Dom’s soft voice. His aftercare was intoxicating, but Thea knew she could postpone the inevitable no longer. “I need to be off.”
    “Do you have a taxi booked?”
    “No, I wasn’t sure how long we’d be.”
    “I’ll call one, while you get dressed.