Living in the city meant she had access to some of the best BDSM clubs around. Hope liked the ones that were choosy about the people they had. Being under a bad Dom was dangerous and she’d heard plenty of stories about aggressive Doms. She loved it when a guy took control and gave her body so much pleasure. Hope loved it when she trusted someone enough to put her body in their hands.
That night she’d walked into the exclusive nightclub and sat at the bar. The owner of the club had introduced himself along with several of his staff.
She’d been sitting at the bar drinking a rum and Coke when he had taken the seat next to her. His arm had brushed hers where it lay on the bar. At the time she hadn’t thought much about the rush of pleasure that coursed through her body. When she’d turned to look at the man who’d taken a seat by her, she’d been shocked to find the man she worked for. Simon Allen had stared at her as if she was a prized morsel he wanted to eat.
