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If Mistress thought Cassidy was hot from afar, being so close nearly caused her to gasp. Lust coursed through every vein in her body, and it took her a moment for her brain to function.

“Come,” Mistress commanded softly. Cassidy merely stood there, staring, so Mistress tried again. “Sit.” Her eyes glanced at the chair in front of her. When Cassidy still remained close to the door, Mistress tilted her head and studied her. Defiant. Strong-willed. Someone who could be difficult, yet oh so fun, to dominate. “You don’t like being told what to do.”

This is a waste of time, Mistress thought dejectedly. She had taken a chance by reopening her room for someone too young for her, and got what she perceived as rejection. Having had enough humiliation in her life, Mistress began to rise.

“Wait!” Cassidy moved to the chair quickly and sat.

“Why are you here?” Mistress asked as she resumed her position.

“I’m here in support of my friend.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “Of course, I haven’t seen her since.”

Mistress nodded. “Miranda. She and her friends are being well taken care of. You didn’t join in the fun.” Thank you for not joining in with someone else.

“Not my scene.”

Judging by Cassidy’s distasteful look, Mistress wondered if she would leave this room unsatisfied.

“You don’t approve.”

Cassidy shrugged. “Who am I to judge? I’m sure you get a lot of cheaters in here. Part of the reason I could never get into this lifestyle. What if I did something wrong? Forgot to obey? My ‘Dom’ would just find someone who would, right?”

There is definitely something deeper there, Mistress thought. People with that much passion, good or bad, usually had a reason for being that way. Cassidy had a point. There were Doms out there that did exactly what she described. Mistress knew that better than most. But that’s not what it was truly about. Especially here for Mistress.

“You have no idea what this lifestyle is about, do you?” Cassidy shook her head. “Would it make you feel better if I told you that Connor is with Miranda?”

Cassidy frowned in confusion and Mistress explained.

“They don’t know it’s each other. They wanted a different experience, so we’re giving them one. They’ll see that all they really need is each other at the end of the night. The purpose of this place is not to tear people apart, Cassidy. It’s to bring fire to the relationship. To give them something more than what they have right now. It’s not for everyone. But for those who enjoy it, it does not make them bad people.”

“How did you know my name?”

Mistress smiled. All of that I said, and she focuses on that. “This is my club. I make it my business to know what goes on in here. Do you feel better about Miranda now?”

Cassidy shrugged again. Mistress could tell she was still uneasy about everything that went on in this establishment. Especially when it came to her friend. She wanted to show Cassidy that what happened here could be incredible.

“Would you like to learn more about what we do here, Cassidy?” Mistress titled her head again at Cassidy’s hesitation. It almost scared her that Cassidy would say no. It was a very vulnerable way to feel.

“Yes.”

That one small tremble in Cassidy’s voice caused desire to explode inside Mistress. She had never wanted to be with someone as much as she did at this moment. With this woman. It was enough to make her ignore the warning bells.

“Let me bind your hands.”

Cassidy’s eyes, that had been trained on Mistress’s cleavage, snapped up at the demand. “Take off your mask.”

The request took Mistress by surprise. No one had ever questioned her, countered her, or asked for anything more than what she was willing to give. Until now.

“No. If you can’t comply, Cassidy, we’re wasting our time here.”

“You mean submit.”

Mistress set her desire aside. She became a dominant because it was what she needed in her life. Control. It didn’t do to have someone demanding things from her at this point in her life.

“I admit that I don’t know much about this… stuff,” Cassidy said quickly. “But I’m pretty sure that trust is a big thing, right? Don’t I need to trust whoever is going to be causing me pain?

Mistress caught the slight shiver that ran through Cassidy and felt compassion. “I don’t want to cause you pain, Cassidy.”

“Cass. Remove the mask. Please?”