Her Billionaire Masters A Love Like No Other

Sophia

I had never ventured outside of my comfort zone before in my life.

A mix of exhilaration and fear had my heart pounding. I looked straight ahead, by myself, and wondered if it was a good or terrible thing that I had kept this to myself.

I knew exactly what danger—hot and delicious—was behind the door, despite its dreary aspect.

The only physical sign of my worry was clammy skin beneath the coat. I was a wreck on the inside, but I was proud and towering.

I was doing something that seemed unbelievable to me. I could still turn around because I hadn't gone inside yet. I was sure I wouldn't, though. I had been wanting to do this for a while.

I had never had the opportunity to do this before, having grown up in the little town of Greenport, New York.

However, it might not be the case. I arrived in New York as a transfer student two years ago, but I didn't dare to come here until now.

I was a p*ssy most of the time. I could admit to that. I had never been the type of person who fucks everyone else's opinion, goes for what she wants, and doesn't care about the consequences. The girl who never makes a statement is quiet and collected and never pushes herself. Yes, that's more how I was.

However, at the time, I was proud to be saying "F*CK IT" in big block letters.

The bouncers were probably not sure if I would get in, because they were just staring at me. It's time for me to go on; I've probably been standing here for too long.

I started to move forward, but one of the men stopped me with his hand. "ID."

I produced my student ID and gave it to him, being cautious to hold it steadily. I didn't want them to realize that I was anxious.

He returned the card to me after a minute. He inquired, "Did you follow the dress code?"

"Yes, I did." At the last minute, I discovered some clothing I had received as a gag gift from a friend, even though it had been difficult to select what to wear. She probably didn't think I would use it like this.

The bouncer said, "I need to confirm it," as he nodded to my long-coated figure.

I wasn't ready to reveal my cover so quickly, f*ck.

I positioned my shoulders and opened my coat, gradually exposing the black underwear beneath until it was entirely visible. The tight, second-skin-like corset accentuated my hourglass figure, which included a tiny waist and huge breasts and *ss, respectively. I drew attention to my slightly protruding thighs with a garter belt. Additionally, my legs appeared longer and more sensual thanks to the open-toed stilettos.

The men turned to open the door for me after glancing at me and were courteous. When I left them, I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or not. Didn't I appear good enough to warrant a second glance? But they had a responsibility to keep both new and current members from being frightened, and I was sure they were used to seeing the bodies of girls.

As I entered the club, I had the impression that I was entering a completely different universe, and in a sense, I was.

Over the murmur of talk came the slow pulse of seductive, alluring music. My heart was beating quickly, but I didn't want to show it. I am an attractive, confident woman who manages my cravings. Maybe if I told myself that enough times, I would begin to believe it.

Alongside my sexual awakening, I had been timid, unsure, and most definitely unconfident—more like a clumsy girl who was unsure of what to do. I struggled to feel at ease enough to let go and have fun when I had no boyfriends and only drunken encounters.

Since I understood I wanted something more than regular s*x, I had dreamt about it; now was my chance to discover what excited me. I ended up in a BDSM dungeon as a result. I was still a little excited despite the tension.

Any anxiety I may have had was overshadowed by my curiosity.

A stunning brunette with a tall, slender frame murmured, "Welcome to Passion's Haven," from behind a desk at the door.

"Hi, I heard you had an open house today?" I asked, cursing my trembling voice in my head.

Her eyes were full of judgment as she examined me closely. "Yes, we do. One of the hosts for tonight will see you when I take that jacket from you. He or she will give you a tour and respond to any inquiries you may have. Oh, and I'll also need your phone. We value the privacy of our members and do not permit the taking of pictures or videos. This is merely a precautionary measure.

Unwillingly, I removed my safety cover and found myself standing in just my panties and heels, feeling completely nude. The sudden chill sent shivers down my spine. Even though I wasn't showing anything, I felt the urge to hide my breasts with my hands, so I had to actively force myself to keep them at my sides.

When she had finished hanging up my coat, the woman turned to face me. "Okay then, follow me."

She guided me across a hallway and downstairs. With every stride I took, the music got louder, and my heart began to beat even more quickly.

I thought as I followed the brunette beauty, I was doing this. It felt like a dream, and I couldn't believe it. I just made the sound of my heels clicking as I moved.

The corridor was short and without much furniture; however, there were some intriguing photographs on the wall. The entry door and the door at the end of the hall were both made of dark oak. I had to tense my knees to keep them from shaking as the woman continued to knock.

I was going to see a real dungeon for the first time, and this was it.

Sophia

I took a couple more steps to get inside after someone on the other side unlocked the door.

We moved toward another woman standing off to the side, speaking to a male, after the receptionist, or whatever she was—a welcoming committee?—further in. She was older, and everything was made of leather. Leather thigh-high boots. A leather bodysuit. Gloves that appeared to be made of leather.

"I have a new one, Miss Claire. Would you take her on a tour and explain how things are done here? The brunette replied respectfully, but her eyes once again displayed judgment as she turned to face me.

Why? How could she possibly reject me? It couldn't be that she works here, and I was thinking about joining. A double standard would have been applied.

Naturally, Jennifer. I'll look after her well." In contrast to Jennifer, Claire, or Mistress Claire, she gave me a kind glance. I was instantly calmed, or at least somewhat calmed.

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