Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set by Lexi Cross Page B

leading to, she could only assume, the private areas of the club she’d heard quite a bit less about.
    And now, after years of curiosity, she was here. Not just here, but here with Aiden; the man she hoped would be her first true Master. It was their first meeting in person after months of chatting online, and the excitement her first visit to an S+M club was overshadowed only by the fact that he was here with her, and she wore the collar he’d locked onto her during their drive over.
    “This way,” Aiden took her hand, leading her through the sea of people; she’d never seen so many incredible outfits, amazing people and extravagance in one place, it was absolutely overwhelming and she couldn’t believe she was finally here. After a couple of drinks, Aiden suggested they check out some of the stage shows, which Helena had been dying to do ever since seeing photos of the exotic demonstrations.
    “So what do you think of the place so far?” Aiden asked as they approached the stage; it was obvious from the amount of people he seemed to know that he was a regular visitor.
    “It’s incredible, Sir;” she marvelled, “I wish I’d had the nerve to come here a long time ago---although it wouldn’t be the same if I wasn’t here with you.”
    His dark eyes glimmered and he showed the slightest hint of a smile.
    “I’m glad to hear that Helena, I think you’re going to have a very memorable time,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to toy with the lock around her neck, “and I think you are going to make a lovely slave.”
    Slave. She couldn’t remember a time when the idea of being the servant and plaything of a strong, dominant man hadn’t been an obsession of hers, and how long she had waited for any of the foolish men in her life to pick up on it. They never seemed to, but Aiden knew; he understood her deepest desires.
    On stage, a delicate redhead dangled precariously from intricate ropework, completely naked and helpless to avoid her Master’s quick hands as doled out a severe spanking. She looked beautiful, almost serene in her distress, and Helena couldn’t help but imagine what the pretty girl must be feeling; exposed and vulnerable in front of so many people.
    Helena watched, fascinated as the pretty slave girl’s backside turned more crimson with every blow; she could almost feel the sharp licks on her own bottom, and felt herself stir a little with every strike. She’d never had any form of physical punishment, but was finding herself incredibly aroused at the sight of it and watching the girl twist under the careful hand of her Master had Helena wondering what it would be like to be in the same situation, with Aiden spanking her delicate flesh.
    “So what do you think of the show?”
    She realized he was looking at her, and wondered how long she had been staring at the spectacle on stage. Red faced, she looked at him, trying to steady her breathing.
    “It’s...amazing, Sir---thank you for bringing me.”
    Helena tried to maintain a cool exterior, but could feel her heart thumping in her chest as he looked at her, and she knew he could sense her arousal; he could probably smell the juices dripping out of her.
    “I suppose I should give you more of a tour,” Aiden said suddenly, taking her hand, “come with me, I’ll show you more of the place.”
    Helena followed him up the ornate staircase to another floor, much quieter and less crowded than it was downstairs. It looked like the dungeons she had seen in photos with strange benches, tables and harnesses designed for every wicked purpose imaginable. Helena’s mind was racing, looking at the various straps and paddles dangling on the walls, the thought of him using them on her had her skin tingling in anticipation.
    “I saw the way you were watching that girl,” he began “imagining what it would be like to be in her position?”
    He squeezed her ass playfully, turning her away from him to face one of the small, padded