Code Of Command (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novella Trilogy, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

my comfort zone and explore the fetish scene. The dress code was strict. To my chagrin, cotton and denim were not allowed, but, luckily, I’d found a short, black, velvet witch costume I had stored away from several Halloweens back. A pair of scissors, a needle and some thread allowed me to do a bit of alteration to get it looking like something of the fetish sort. A pair of tall, black heels added for emphasis and I looked as much the part as I was going to get on short notice.
    The entranceway led to a long hallway, which I walked trepidaciously. I’d left my jacket in the car and felt myself shivering as I made my way down the long hall. I knew my chills were, mostly, fear. At the end of the hallway, a right turn presented a large dance floor and bar area, illuminated with neon pink and blue. A sea of dancers moved seductively to the sound of soft house music while others chatted, excitedly, at the bar. Overhead, billowy ivory fabric draped and dipped from the ceiling.
    A turn to the left – the one I chose to take -- led me to a large sitting area, where guests – most of them tall, burly men in leather gear and women in latex, rubber and corsets of all colors -- sat talking politely amongst one another. Sipping from cocktail glasses and bottled waters, the group seemed cordial and friendly, as if they’d known each other for years. A long-haired, red-headed woman laughed enthusiastically, tossing back her head and exposing her thin neck. Her mouth parted as she laughed, her bright, red painted lips glimmering beneath the seductive light.
    A tall, wavy-haired gentleman turned to watch me as I passed, lifting his head quizzically, his blunt and dimpled chin aiming at me. His eyes searched for my escort. His face communicated his recognition I had none. He was dressed in what appeared to be the regular uniform in this place: snug leather pants anchored by a thick, black, studded belt and a tight black-t-shirt, tucked neatly into his pants. A leather vest accentuated the outfit and highlighted his strong shoulders. His slightly younger companion, a petite Asian woman with a red, leather collar affixed to her slender neck stood just at his side, a chain snaking from a loop on her collar to his right hand.
    “Hello,” he said politely.
    I turned to face him as I passed. “Hello,” I replied.
    I glanced at his companion’s costume, a bright red, skin-tight, latex dress with diamond-shaped cleavage cut-out. I could see her pierced nipples through the garment. It hugged her tightly, showcasing her perfect, petite frame.
    She stood straight and tall in a pair of six-inch, red, heels that, surely, would lead me to crash and fall on my face were I to attempt to pull such things off. Her long, raven hair, parted down the center and pulled, elegantly, across her right shoulder. She smiled pleasantly.
    “Say hello, Sirella,” he instructed her.
    “Hello,” she said sweetly.
    I lifted my hand wiggled my fingers in a shy wave.
    “My name’s Lark,” he said, extending his hand.
    “Alex,” I said, accepting.
    “Are you new, Alex?” he asked.
    “Yes, I’m just doing some exploring based on a suggestion. Research, I suppose you could call it.”
    “I see,” Lark said. “Would you like escorts? I know how daunting it can all be at first. Sirella and I would welcome the chance to show you around and, just, be there if you have any questions. We know every nook and cranny of this place.”
    “I’d like that very much, yes,” I replied, nodding in appreciation.
    The couple, as well as everyone surrounding us, seemed incredibly relaxed. It was contagious. Nervous when I entered, I found the tension I’d held ever since I’d made the decision to follow Dr. T’s orders slowly dissolving. This isn’t so bad, I thought to myself.
    “Great. Come this way,” Lark said, his grey eyes lighting with enthusiasm.
    Sirella took a step back, allowing room for Lark to make his way forward, chain held, firmly, in hand. Turning