Prologue

He didn't know why. Why no other woman was interesting him anymore. He'd joined this club because he needed to find an outlet for all the stress he was constantly under in real life, hoping it would help him juggle all his real life problems. And it did.

Having women submit to him in a safe environment was what he needed. It refreshed him, and the strict rules of the club helped with that. You set the rules beforehand, you always used a safe word, and you never crossed the lines that were set. Never.

Though he had to admit … she almost made him forget that there were any rules. From the first moment she'd entered the club and met his gaze. Dark hair, and dark eyes, her lips painted a bright red, wearing a corset that pushed her breasts up enticingly. He wanted her from the moment his eyes fell on her, ached for dominating her. Apparently she'd had the same desire. Walking over to him without hesitation, kneeling down in front of him, asking him if he would be her master for the night. God, he'd almost taken her right then and there.

It had been explosive - their first night together. He'd been harder on her than he'd been on any other woman before her, but she'd taken everything he'd dished out, and it had been magnificent, his orgasm nearly ripping him to shreds with its intensity.

Without talking about it this night changed everything. At least for him. He'd come back every Friday, waiting for her, not touching any other woman. Until she'd come back four weeks later, putting him out of his misery.

And now it was the first Friday of the month again, and she'd just stepped through the entrance, her eyes finding his instantly, and then she licked her lips, and his cock sprang to attention in a heartbeat.

It would be, without a doubt, another magnificent night.