Chapter Four
The steamy, sensuous confines of the club closed in around me, smoke everywhere, and the thick smell of sweat and incense – I sensed I was flirting with danger. The music of reggae style drums had set my crotch on fire the moment I walked in. And right there at the entrance, a big black, bare-chested Dom stood, his Dom face scowling with arrogant elegance.
“Where your master?” he growled, in broken English.
“I have none,” I said, withering into the corner, peeking out through frightened eyes.
Slowly, he smirked, showing big white teeth. “We’ll den you have one now.” Taking me by the upper arm, he pushed me toward the cage. “On you knees.”
I stared at him terrorized, then in the fuzzy haze of my submissive stupor, I knelt like a dutiful slave and crawled into the wooden ca
