Scrupulous (An Affliction of Falling Novel Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Kristina Canady
carefree mood as I throw caution to the wind.
“That a girl.” Samuel winks his devilish blues.
“I guess that means we are all swinging by the dungeon after linner?” My question is met with excited bobs of their heads. This ought to be interesting. Never thought I’d see the day where I would agree to this.
∞
Velvet Rope is an exclusive BDSM club located a hop, skip and a jump from the bar Samuel and I work at. Membership is selective and easily revoked if one gets too big for their britches and chooses not to follow the rules. Mistress Diamond, the face of the club, has a reputation for running a tight ship. I may not know much, but occasionally, after a few beers together, Sam would dish the gossip on the drama that sporadically unfolds. Hence, my fear of being a walking disaster in there. Molly, Samuel, Ben, and I share a cab after linner, racing to get to the Rope before the last class ended and the members began to show up. It is the small window that we have to fill out our applications. Once business hours begin, the bouncer will only allow members to pass through the first entrance. From what Samuel has told us, there are three doors one had to gain entrance through to get into the main club. We won’t make it past the second today. Breonna opted to take Jade back to the hospital and decided she should talk to her husband before volunteering to be vetted by this very private club.
There is no guard posted on the outside door, but as soon as we enter the long hall, a bodyguard that makes Hank looks small glances up at us from over the top of his newspaper. He nods to Samuel before returning to his reading and doesn’t bother to stand from his lounging chair.
We follow Samuel past the second door and approach a large desk that is raised about a foot off the ground. Another bodyguard and a pretty young thing in business casual with a cute pixie cut greets us.
“Master Z, Rose, it is nice to see the two of you. Who do you have here?” the bubbly blond asks.
“Good evening, Sapphire. We have two new possible recruits who are interested in Thursday’s event.”
“Fantastic. Fill these out, please.” Sapphire hands Ben and me each a tablet with a digital form to input our information. So high tech these days. “Now, it is also required that you attend a class prior to arrival, one that covers the basics. Here is a class schedule as well as our membership fees should your application be accepted and you find yourself interested after Thursday’s event,” Sapphire chirps.
Holy shit, this place is no joke. The list of questions is a mile long! And…personal.
“Also, there is a strict dress code. Please read this when you are done. It goes over what is accepted as appropriate attire. No one is permitted if not dressed accordingly.”
“Sapphire, is it alright if I take responsibility for their first 101 class?”
“Absolutely, Master Z,” Sapphire responds, looking up through her lashes and blushing.
Oh, honey, you are barking up the wrong tree there.
“Excellent, pet. You two free tomorrow night?” Samuel asks, subconsciously rising to his full height as his dominant status here is recognized.
“Um, I’ll be at the studio until eight.” I won’t budge on my rented studio time for anyone, Samuel knew that. The only other thing I am as passionate about as sex is my art.
“We could meet at my place when you are done.” Samuel pins me with an unyielding gaze, daring me to try to back out now.
“Yeah, that works for me too,” Ben adds in a softer tone.
“Oh, this is too good. I can’t believe this is finally happening! You are going to love it, Sor!”
“It’s L, remember, Rose?” I remind Molly that we are using our stage names here as Sapphire turns her head away in respect for our privacy.
“L, right, sorry.” Molly blanches, upset at her mistake.
As I sign on the dotted line and hand my tablet back over to the perky yet sensual Sapphire, I catch a
“That a girl.” Samuel winks his devilish blues.
“I guess that means we are all swinging by the dungeon after linner?” My question is met with excited bobs of their heads. This ought to be interesting. Never thought I’d see the day where I would agree to this.
∞
Velvet Rope is an exclusive BDSM club located a hop, skip and a jump from the bar Samuel and I work at. Membership is selective and easily revoked if one gets too big for their britches and chooses not to follow the rules. Mistress Diamond, the face of the club, has a reputation for running a tight ship. I may not know much, but occasionally, after a few beers together, Sam would dish the gossip on the drama that sporadically unfolds. Hence, my fear of being a walking disaster in there. Molly, Samuel, Ben, and I share a cab after linner, racing to get to the Rope before the last class ended and the members began to show up. It is the small window that we have to fill out our applications. Once business hours begin, the bouncer will only allow members to pass through the first entrance. From what Samuel has told us, there are three doors one had to gain entrance through to get into the main club. We won’t make it past the second today. Breonna opted to take Jade back to the hospital and decided she should talk to her husband before volunteering to be vetted by this very private club.
There is no guard posted on the outside door, but as soon as we enter the long hall, a bodyguard that makes Hank looks small glances up at us from over the top of his newspaper. He nods to Samuel before returning to his reading and doesn’t bother to stand from his lounging chair.
We follow Samuel past the second door and approach a large desk that is raised about a foot off the ground. Another bodyguard and a pretty young thing in business casual with a cute pixie cut greets us.
“Master Z, Rose, it is nice to see the two of you. Who do you have here?” the bubbly blond asks.
“Good evening, Sapphire. We have two new possible recruits who are interested in Thursday’s event.”
“Fantastic. Fill these out, please.” Sapphire hands Ben and me each a tablet with a digital form to input our information. So high tech these days. “Now, it is also required that you attend a class prior to arrival, one that covers the basics. Here is a class schedule as well as our membership fees should your application be accepted and you find yourself interested after Thursday’s event,” Sapphire chirps.
Holy shit, this place is no joke. The list of questions is a mile long! And…personal.
“Also, there is a strict dress code. Please read this when you are done. It goes over what is accepted as appropriate attire. No one is permitted if not dressed accordingly.”
“Sapphire, is it alright if I take responsibility for their first 101 class?”
“Absolutely, Master Z,” Sapphire responds, looking up through her lashes and blushing.
Oh, honey, you are barking up the wrong tree there.
“Excellent, pet. You two free tomorrow night?” Samuel asks, subconsciously rising to his full height as his dominant status here is recognized.
“Um, I’ll be at the studio until eight.” I won’t budge on my rented studio time for anyone, Samuel knew that. The only other thing I am as passionate about as sex is my art.
“We could meet at my place when you are done.” Samuel pins me with an unyielding gaze, daring me to try to back out now.
“Yeah, that works for me too,” Ben adds in a softer tone.
“Oh, this is too good. I can’t believe this is finally happening! You are going to love it, Sor!”
“It’s L, remember, Rose?” I remind Molly that we are using our stage names here as Sapphire turns her head away in respect for our privacy.
“L, right, sorry.” Molly blanches, upset at her mistake.
As I sign on the dotted line and hand my tablet back over to the perky yet sensual Sapphire, I catch a
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