The lights of New York blur outside the windows of Cam’s Maserati as he speeds away from The Underground, his secret club. He hasn’t said a word to me since I walked in and offered myself to him. Offered to be his sub. I feel a shiver just remembering how I waited on my knees for him, naked, my head bent and obedient. He had no idea that I followed him there tonight. I can’t believe I was so bold. Stupid, a voice in my head corrects me, sneering. But I push it away. I’m still clinging to the hope that Cam will take me up on my request. That he’ll introduce me to the world he’s been hiding from me: a world of dark secrets and thrilling possibility. The world that fills me with fear—and a hot desire. I meant everything I said to him tonight. “I want you to show me. What you do here. What you are. Teach me, Cam. How to please you, how to feel pleasure for myself.” I sneak a look at him. His eyes are fixed to the road, but I can see the tension radiating from under his designer suit.
