Kate’s cheeks burned. Was it really that apparent?
“I’m sure I had the same expression when I saw this place for the first time. I felt like a fairy princess marching to my doom.”
Kate laughed, and relief washed through her as the woman mirrored her thoughts. Kate gestured to the building in front of her. “This is amazing. I’ve never seen a dungeon like this. It makes my old club look like a shack.”
“I’m Sandra Weston.” The woman held out her hand.
Kate shook the petite, beautifully manicured hand, noticing the wide wedding band with a huge marquise-cut diamond ringed with blue sapphires.
When she raised her gaze, she saw the beautiful wide collar around Sandra’s pale neck, also set with blue sapphires and diamonds.
Kate sighed. So this was Brent Weston’s wife. She’d heard about her from other subs who had met her—all glowing reports.
“I’m Kate Fretwell. It’s nice to meet you. I’m really excited to visit Club Desire. I’ve heard nothing but amazing things.”
Sandra gave a demure smile. “That’s what we like to hear. Was it from one of our members?” she asked in a friendly tone that instantly put Kate at ease.
Kate liked Sandra already, which was a good sign. “The submissives grapevine in L.A. has nothing but great things to say about this place.” She glanced up at the imposing building once more. “And Dex Alexander told me if I ever came to Phoenix, I should definitely visit.”
Sandra’s face lit at the mention of Dex’s name, and jealousy hit Kate like a fist to the stomach. She didn’t want to imagine this gorgeous woman with Master Dex.
“Oh, no,” Sandra hastily added. “I’ve never subbed for Dex, but he’s become a close friend and confidant. And I’ve learned a lot about self-defense since I started taking his classes every Wednesday evening.”
A small gasp escaped before Kate could stop it. Everything she was feeling and thinking had obviously been plastered across her face.
Her cheeks burned, and she strongly considered turning around and running back to the car.
Sandra reached out and laid a comforting hand on her arm.
“I’m sorry. I’m apparently not very good at this whole front-door greeter thing yet. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Her expression was gentle, and just a bit embarrassed. “Believe me, the first time I walked up here, I was half a second away from bolting back to my car.” She chuckled. “Luckily, Jake is much better at this than I am.”
“Surely not.”
Kate turned at the sound of the male voice behind her. He was an attractive man, fit and toned, with sandy-blond hair, but definitely not a Dom.
“Sandra is accomplished at everything,” he said, flashing them both a smile. “
It’s almost inhuman.” He winked, and Sandra laughed, as if this banter was a familiar and enjoyed routine between them.
“I’m Jake, by the way.”
“Kate,” she said as she took the proffered hand and tried to firm her resolve. She had come a long way to give up and go home now before she’d even seen if this could be the club for her.
“What can we help you with, Kate?”
She smiled. At least she wouldn’t be jealous that he might have subbed for Dex in the past. She inwardly cringed as she realized how shallow that made her.
“I’m here to check out Club Desire. If it’s a good fit, I’d like to apply for membership.”
Jake nodded. “Good timing. Sandra usually gives the tours to prospective members. Now that I’m back, I can relieve her.”
Jake pulled open one of the large doors, and Kate followed Sandra inside. A wall of cool air hit her as she left the hot Phoenix evening behind.
“It was nice to meet you, Jake.”
“You too, Kate. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of you around here. You’ll love the club.” He smiled as they walked away.
Sandra led Kate down the hallway to a comfortable waiting area surrounded by large windows that looked out over the dungeon floor.
Sandra gestured toward the waiting area. “Why don’t we sit and watch while I give you an overview, and answer any questions?”
Curious, Kate slid into a chair just in front of the glass that would give her the best view of the action playing out in front of her.
Sandra sat next to her. “You mentioned your old dungeon. Which one?”
“The Dungeon in Los Angeles,” Kate answered, her gaze glued to the scene playing out on the dungeon floor.
A woman bent over a spanking bench, her wrists and ankles restrained and affixed to the D-rings on the bench. A Dom who looked to be in his early twenties fucked her mercilessly from behind. Kate shifted in her chair as she thought about Dex plunging inside her repeatedly last night.
Had it been only one night ago? She bit back a sigh as another wave of longing hit her.