The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught site of the man, her anger towards Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in tight-fitting leather. Muscle corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on the surface. He wore the standard leather and studs harness, which accentuated his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take the control from her hands.

He fit her bill. Like to a T.

Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who the hell he was.

“So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely. Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from her chest.

“Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement and I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way you crave. Tell me your safe word.”

“Pickles.”

“Good Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”