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elevator’s mirrored doors. He hadn’t been able to wipe the grin from his face all morning. His assistant, Margaret, even made a comment about his unusually happy mood. He’d been charmed by Mia from the moment she walked into his office. Her pencil skirt and mile high stilettos accentuated every curve of her toned body. He’d yearned to touch the delicate alabaster skin of her neck below her glossy dark hair worn in a neat bun.
Asher fingered the access card in his grasp as he sauntered toward Suite Five, stopping only at the control room before continuing to the door. He knocked once and was buzzed into the room. One of his most trusted security guards, Nate, sat at the control desk and nodded to Asher.
“Hey, boss.”
“Nate,” Asher stood with his arms crossed, surveying the monitors on the wall above the desk. Each of the ten screens was labeled with suite numbers. Suites One, Two and Nine were currently in use and on surveillance mode. The Dom in Suite One was in the middle of collaring his submissive. The two men in Suite Two had their female guest sandwiched between them in the hot tub. The feminine moans traveling through the audio indicated the woman enjoyed the men’s attention. The Suite Nine guests were finishing their session. Asher recognized them as the weatherman and sportscaster from a popular evening news show. They were each dressing in business suits, probably heading to the station’s offices a few blocks away.
“Looks like everything is quiet this morning,” Asher said nodding his head. There were very few incidents requiring security’s intervention at Satin Rose. But Asher’s team was trained to take care of an occasional inexperienced Dom who didn’t understand the use of safe words. Cards containing each suite’s safe word were perched on the desk under their respective monitor and were one of the many requirements at The Satin Rose Experience.
Asher glanced at the dark monitor for Suite Five and then down to the switch with the note that read ‘Do Not Touch’, which he’d personally attached earlier that morning.
“Why don’t you take five and grab a cup of coffee. I’ve got this until you get back.”
“Thanks, sir. I can use a break,” Nate stood up and swiftly left the control room.
Asher waited for the door to close before pulling the note from the Suite Five switch. With a single finger he flipped the switch and watched the monitor come to life. He gasped when he saw Mia in her white blouse puckering around her full breasts. His heartbeat raced as his gaze shifted to the deep red skirt. She can really play the part. He chuckled when recalling the volley of direct messages passed back and forth with @MissiveMia just a few days earlier. Mia had admitted her curiosity for the D/s lifestyle to his Twitter alias, @MandAGuy. Her confession brought them to that point and he was more than happy to introduce her to his ways. He’d been pursuing her even before he knew of her penchant for submission, but when he discovered that side of Mia, there was no question. She had to be his. The fact that he was also in search of a candidate for the important client experience position sweetened the deal. He hoped like hell that she wouldn’t tell him to fuck off after this session. It was entirely possible since she’d never gone beyond plain vanilla sex before. He brushed his finger over her form on the monitor and watched her survey the contents of the armoire. From the looks of her body language, she was scared to death. A stab of guilt ripped through his stomach.
Damn it, stay on course. Asher failed to follow his own rules with Mia the night before. He waved the white flag and surrendered his discipline plans along with the riding crop. Instead he had the hottest lovemaking session he’d ever experienced. In fact, it was probably the first time he truly made love and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Asher blew out a deep breath and flipped off the monitor with
Asher fingered the access card in his grasp as he sauntered toward Suite Five, stopping only at the control room before continuing to the door. He knocked once and was buzzed into the room. One of his most trusted security guards, Nate, sat at the control desk and nodded to Asher.
“Hey, boss.”
“Nate,” Asher stood with his arms crossed, surveying the monitors on the wall above the desk. Each of the ten screens was labeled with suite numbers. Suites One, Two and Nine were currently in use and on surveillance mode. The Dom in Suite One was in the middle of collaring his submissive. The two men in Suite Two had their female guest sandwiched between them in the hot tub. The feminine moans traveling through the audio indicated the woman enjoyed the men’s attention. The Suite Nine guests were finishing their session. Asher recognized them as the weatherman and sportscaster from a popular evening news show. They were each dressing in business suits, probably heading to the station’s offices a few blocks away.
“Looks like everything is quiet this morning,” Asher said nodding his head. There were very few incidents requiring security’s intervention at Satin Rose. But Asher’s team was trained to take care of an occasional inexperienced Dom who didn’t understand the use of safe words. Cards containing each suite’s safe word were perched on the desk under their respective monitor and were one of the many requirements at The Satin Rose Experience.
Asher glanced at the dark monitor for Suite Five and then down to the switch with the note that read ‘Do Not Touch’, which he’d personally attached earlier that morning.
“Why don’t you take five and grab a cup of coffee. I’ve got this until you get back.”
“Thanks, sir. I can use a break,” Nate stood up and swiftly left the control room.
Asher waited for the door to close before pulling the note from the Suite Five switch. With a single finger he flipped the switch and watched the monitor come to life. He gasped when he saw Mia in her white blouse puckering around her full breasts. His heartbeat raced as his gaze shifted to the deep red skirt. She can really play the part. He chuckled when recalling the volley of direct messages passed back and forth with @MissiveMia just a few days earlier. Mia had admitted her curiosity for the D/s lifestyle to his Twitter alias, @MandAGuy. Her confession brought them to that point and he was more than happy to introduce her to his ways. He’d been pursuing her even before he knew of her penchant for submission, but when he discovered that side of Mia, there was no question. She had to be his. The fact that he was also in search of a candidate for the important client experience position sweetened the deal. He hoped like hell that she wouldn’t tell him to fuck off after this session. It was entirely possible since she’d never gone beyond plain vanilla sex before. He brushed his finger over her form on the monitor and watched her survey the contents of the armoire. From the looks of her body language, she was scared to death. A stab of guilt ripped through his stomach.
Damn it, stay on course. Asher failed to follow his own rules with Mia the night before. He waved the white flag and surrendered his discipline plans along with the riding crop. Instead he had the hottest lovemaking session he’d ever experienced. In fact, it was probably the first time he truly made love and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Asher blew out a deep breath and flipped off the monitor with
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