Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
So I respond the way he likes, summarizing what he’s asked me to do. “Yes, sir. Three articles and two profiles.” I swallow, my heart giving an extra-hard thud at the sinful twinkle in his eye. “Have a good meeting,” I tell him quietly, and he nods once before sending me a wink, then hangs up.
His wink.
The simple little gesture that’s played such a huge part in our dynamic since the very beginning. It’s his split-second break in character to tell me without a word “I’m not angry with you, baby.”
When we were first exploring this lifestyle together, I would sometimes lose focus, worried he was truly mad at me while his face was so stern, his voice scolding, his eyes so dark I couldn’t tell where his pupils ended and the irises began. I would hesitate, completely come out of the scene, and sometimes break down, in so much emotional turmoil over being unable to distinguish the scene from reality.
So that’s when he came up with his wink. It took barely a blip in time, but God how it changed our sex life—for the better. Fuck, so much better. I’m not sure what my tell is, what small change in my expression or voice or breaths that indicates I’m starting to wonder if he’s truly angry at me or not, but I swear on all that’s holy, he never misses it. As if it suddenly appears in bold ink right across my forehead, he always knows exactly when to give me that wink.
And I haven’t broken a scene since.
CHAPTER TEN
SAVANNAH
I set my phone aside and wiggle the mouse to wake the computer monitor once again. There in perfectly clear typeface is the tab that reads Browse Member Profiles. I have an hour to find two people I could possibly end up considering to have sex with. Only. One. Hour. Sixty minutes to scour through these summaries of people’s lives, a questionnaire that breaks down their deepest, darkest desires into their simplest form: single-word multiple choice answers with a check box next to each one to indicate if yes, they do in fact have a Bloodplay fetish. Or yes, they enjoy a nice, warm Golden Shower at the end of a long day. And as my eyes roam down the list in the filter menu, my face heats when I spot some I would mark for myself.
Praise—check. Blindfold—check. Massage—check.
It makes me wonder what our profile says. What do people see when they click on our thumbnail—a photo of Roman and me, masks framing our eyes, mine a feminine lace and his a brown leather that makes my pussy clench—and start scrolling?
Only. One. Hour, repeats the logical voice in my head. Actually, only fifty-six minutes now.
But I can’t overpower the curiosity consuming me. Roman said he set up our profile for us so I could jump right in and start exploring. He knows if there are too many steps to gain entry to just about anything, I’ll just say fuck it and not bother with it. It’s a miracle I was able to become a member of Club Alias to begin with. The procedure for getting vetted was tedious, step after step after step, but I know why it’s like that, and now that I’m in, I appreciate how thorough they are in their selection process. And if this site is dedicated only for the members of our club, then I know I can trust damn near everything published in these pages.
The thought makes this a little easier, actually. When I allowed myself to imagine looking through online dating profiles, trying to find a single, solitary person I could tolerate putting their appendages anywhere near me, the task seemed hopeless. Those sites are swarming with fake profiles, catfishes, and just plain liars who don’t answer any of the questions honestly—most of them I’m sure so they don’t get found out by their significant other. And that’s not even touching on the subject of bad people using sites like that as a hunting ground.
No, I didn’t get far in my “thinking it through” when I pictured going that route. But this online community, I find I’m actually very comfortable and trust the words on the screen. Because above all, I know Doc probably keeps a close eye on all the profiles and happenings and wouldn’t allow any dishonesty or situations to arise that could cause any of his members harm or put their safety at risk.
Not to mention, the site itself was most likely created by the co-owner and our friend Seth. The Dom pretty much outted himself once we became members and he read our file, after he discovered who Roman and Bram are. We feel very special to know who he is outside his Seven persona at the club—a child prodigy who grew up to be a technological genius. Apparently he was hard-up for friends who understood his computer lingo and was very excited to have my husband and our best friend to chat with about software and coding.