Chapter 4

The two young women crossed the entrance and found themselves in a hall. Stella looked with great astonishment at the internal structure. The rustic side of the place had also been preserved for the ceilings. The dim lights scattered everywhere, made the place very sensual. The colours were in very pronounced shades of red and black... The layout was simply superb. She followed the other woman, who seemed to be a regular at the place. They arrived in another room of not insignificant dimensions. A large space, with men in suits and women dressed in a very sexy way.

- You really don't seem to know what we're doing here...

The young woman's voice brought her back to earth. A teasing smile was now on his face showing her amusement at how lost Stella was.

- Nope...

- Who gave you the card?

- Scott...

She flinched at the first name and her gaze hardened. As if Stella had made a mistake.

- He must have already arrived if he came... He must be on the upper floor. I advise you, kitty, to stay at the bar and not move from there, if you don't want to be eaten raw, she told her, before giving her a kiss and walking away with a safe and confident gait.

- May I know your name?

Oddly Stella didn't even wonder why she had started to use the formal address. She didn't seem older than her, but there was something about her that didn't allow us to be familiar with her. The stranger turned and smiled at her...

- Not yet kitty, but if you stay with Scott, we'll have other opportunities to see each other again, she said disappearing into the crowd there.

She left Stella speechless. She then headed to the bar, having regained her senses. She felt stares at her and her body everywhere she moved, which she didn't really like. She sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of lemonade. She surveyed the people present with more attention. There were men and women of different ages. Many armchairs and harnesses were placed all over the room. Many couples had formed on the tables, and they were talking quietly. She thought it was a lounge club, where the jazz music made it easy to hear each other, without hearing too much either.

- Your glass, ma'am.

The waiter's tone had made her uncomfortable. She was not used to such deference. Which did not escape the waiter.

- Your first time at the club?

- Yes, she said embarrassed...

- Rather submissive, he said in a low voice. Are you looking for someone?

- Uh... yes, a man named Scott...

- Ohhhh, said the waiter whose gaze was on fire. A very good choice for a start. Speaking of the wolf, he's coming behind you, the waiter whispered to her, a tenth of whose words she had understood, before disappearing.

- Nice to see you again...

The voice so hoarse, so virile, so grave... She didn't even dare turn around; she was so disturbed. This man was not like the others, just at the sound of his voice, a gentle heat had inflamed her lower abdomen. Something she hadn't felt for a long time.

She turned around to fall into a stupor. She swallowed hard in front of the handsome man in front of her. He was already handsome when he met. Admittedly soaked and sticky hair on the face, but beautiful, nonetheless. But there were no words to describe how captivating he was.

The expression on Stella's face made the smile on Scott's face grow even more. He knew that he had an effect on her. He was very happy about it because this woman also did a lot to him.

- Come closer, he told her firmly, offering her his hand.

He had to restrain himself so as not to scare her. He wanted her too much...

As if possessed by his voice and his words, she left her seat to approach him, without noticing the authoritative tone with which he had spoken. She was already on another planet, imagining how her evening would end. Once at her level, he took her hand and gave her a hand kiss, before putting his other hand on her waist.

- You are hot tonight, he whispered to her, devouring her with his gaze. He was not mistaken; this woman was magnificent. She couldn't see it, herself perhaps not yet, but he had been watching her from the stairs leading upstairs. He had noticed the smouldering look that some of his colleagues gave her. What he hadn't liked... He had also seen her embarrassment and the speed with which she had gone to the bar. Let's talk, he told her, leading her to one of the lounges prepared for the occasion.

She let herself be led away, trusting him completely. She felt safe by his side being able to feel his touch and breathe his scent. Arrived at one of the living rooms, they sat down. Scott was staring at her, and she sincerely hoped he liked what he saw. The proximity to this man put her in total turmoil. She was too embarrassed to look him in the eye and often looked away.

- You hate confrontations, he said calmly. I love to see you looking down, he confessed.

Which made Stella raise her head in surprise. He smiled, before wondering if it was a good idea to propose to her.

- Do you know where we are Stella, he resumed in a very authoritative way this time.

- No... The gaze of his interlocutor hardens. No... sir, she replied as if by reflex.

- We are in a BDSM club. He gave his words time to have the desired effect. I'm a dominant and I'm not going to beat around the bush, I want you as a sub.