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She smiled approvingly. "He is one of our best and especially skilled with introductions. I'm glad to hear he was a good fit for you. That's very important to me."

"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."

"Absolutely. It's important that all members feel comfortable here and that starts with an open line of communication with any problems or concerns. What's on your mind?"

"Um, it's not really a problem…" Shit, why was this so hard? "I was wondering if you could tell me more about him..."

"What exactly would you like to know?"

I snorted a laugh. "His name and who he is would be great."

"You don't know?"

I shook my head. "I never saw his face. I was blindfolded during our session."

Giselle nodded. "That's typical for a first session and considering you're a new submissive, I'm not at all surprised. Being blindfolded is a way for you to relax and focus on sensations. It removes the self-consciousness. Was there an issue?"

"No, I'm actually glad he used one. I didn't freak out or anything. My issue is that I think I know him, and if I'm right, this won't work. We're sort of professional associates."

That wasn't exactly the full truth, but close enough, and I refused to go into details.

She grinned smugly and arched her brow. "So you're worried about a business entanglement?"

"Yes." I relaxed, assuming she understood. Okay, I can handle this. She'll tell me if it was Christian then I can tell her I want out because this is a potential disaster. But do I really want out? Whether I was ready to openly admit it or not, I thoroughly enjoyed everything that happened in that room. My body was still wired from the lingering sensations of his hands, mouth, and that flogger and my muscles were tenderly sore in ways that had my pussy still throbbing.

Telling her I didn't want this would be a lie, asking for a new partner would be devastating. Because as much as I thoroughly enjoyed what happened in that room, I was well aware that I enjoyed it mostly because of him. I didn't want to experience this with anyone else.

"If he mishandled your trust during the session in any way…"

"No, he didn't. It's really not that. I just need to know if I'm right about who he is."

She nodded and leaned back in her chair. "Gotcha, and I completely understand, but I can't tell you anything about him that he hasn't personally shared with you."

"But we have a contract." I frowned, feeling frustrated, but she remained annoyingly calm.

"You do but confidentiality is one of our core principles. One of our most sacred principles actually."

"I understand, but in regards to the contract, I don't know if I can commit to thirty days if I'm right about who he is."

"I am more than willing to pair you with someone else. The contract hasn't been finalized. You're also free to decline any future sessions with him or anyone else if that's what you would prefer."

As much as I hated the complication of doing this with Christian what I hated even more was not doing it at all or with someone else.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I must have been stuck on stupid because Giselle leaned closer to me when she added, "That connection you felt with him is normal. The responsiveness, the intensity, it's all expected. Especially with someone new to the experience. I'm sure you're questioning your vulnerability, the heightened sensations, and the uncertainty at why you feel so connected to a stranger. All of which will damn sure create an emotional overload, but I promise you it's normal and he's good at this. I trained him personally so I know his capabilities."

I tensed and felt a wave of jealousy I had no business experiencing. He wasn't new to this, I was. There had been countless women who had been right where I was, coming down from a high that man created. But sitting next to one of those women twisted my stomach.

Yep, I need to end this now. I'm already in trouble because my mind is at war with my body. Was the connection just a sensation overload?

"Oh, well… okay. I think I'm going to…"

"What I suggest is that you reach out to him and request a meeting prior to your next session. No blindfolds." She grinned. "Have you two connected through the app?"

The app was set up to communicate with members of the club to protect their privacy, which I initially appreciated. Having a phone number meant access. Someone could do a simple search to find out information with it. The app was a secure and protected way to communicate. Giselle had thought of everything.

"Not yet."