Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

Masters of Submission 1

Master of Submission

Thirty-year-old English lawyer Emma Parkes believes Club Submission holds the key to her best friend's disappearance. Well out of her comfort zone, Emma's eyes are opened wide when she observes the Masters of Submission at work. They're so confident and sexually arousing—especially beautiful blue-eyed Master Zane.

Submission member and Dom Zane Anders frequently enjoys all the club has to offer. The wealthy, forty-year-old diamond importer has everything he could possibly need—everything except for love. A natural dominant, he's not looking for a permanent submissive in his life. But perhaps he'll make an exception for the stunning lawyer from London.

When Club Submission is plunged into a high-profile murder investigation, its very existence is put in jeopardy.

Can Emma unlock the truth, or will the devastatingly handsome Zane Anders, a Master of Submission, unlock her deepest sexual desires, instead?

Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary
Length:
45,754 words
 

Masters of Submission 1

Jan Bowles

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MASTER OF SUBMISSION

Copyright © 2012 by Jan Bowles

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First E-book Publication: April 2012

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MASTER OF SUBMISSION

Masters of Submission 1

JAN BOWLES

Copyright © 2012

Emma Parkes pushed open the front door of her friend’s apartment, and called out, “Chloe, are you there?”

No answer. The only sign of life was the Boston skyline twinkling brightly in the huge glass windows.

Worried now, she dropped her suitcase inside and closed the door behind her. What had happened to her best friend? Chloe had telephoned five days ago, excitedly telling her that she was going to spend the weekend with a guy she’d just met. She told her she’d be out of circulation for a while, as hot sex was the only thing on the menu.

“Are you mad? Going away with a chap you hardly know. Please be careful, Chloe,” she warned.

Her best friend had laughed down the line. “It’s just some harmless fun. You remember fun, don’t you, Emma? The kind we used to have when we were at Oxford University together.”

Emma knew exactly what she meant. While studying law together at Oxford, her newfound American friend was always trying to lead her astray, encouraging her to stretch her horizons and boundaries. Chloe had always been extreme in everything she did. Even down to the type of men she dated.

Emma caught her worried frown in the mirror as she tentatively looked around the empty apartment. Her friend was nowhere to be seen. At least Chloe wasn’t lying dead on the bathroom floor, as she’d imagined on the twenty-minute cab ride over here. That was a relief, nothing unpleasant to report so far. Emma took a deep breath and reined in her emotions. Surely there was a simple explanation why Chloe hadn’t picked her up from Logan International Airport, as she’d promised.

She’d waited for over an hour, calling her friend’s landline and cell phone, over and over again. After an exhausting seven-hour flight from London Heathrow, all she wanted to do was sleep for a week, maybe more. Her body clock was still running on British time.

Well, first she’d have a bite to eat, and then rest for a while. Acclimatize herself to life on the Eastern Seaboard. After all, Chloe had told her,
make yourself at home, honey. What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours.
It was an exciting and challenging time for them both. They
were
in the preliminary stages of setting up a small law firm together, right here in Boston. She shrugged resignedly, guessing her best friend would turn up soon enough, with graphic details of her sexual exploits.

With no news of Chloe, Emma stood staring up at the doors of the private fetish club, wondering whether to enter. She’d found reference to Club Submission when she’d accessed Chloe’s personal computer, looking for clues to her disappearance. Chloe was so trusting, she didn’t even have her computer password protected. Access to her private files had been child’s play. There were a number of messages from an unknown person simply calling himself Orion. The sexually explicit e-mails repeatedly asked for them to meet up at Club Submission. Knowing Chloe’s sexual preferences, she was in no doubt that the mysterious Orion was a man. Whoever Orion was, he was a persistent fellow, because he’d sent Chloe sixteen messages in a twenty-four hour period. She guessed her impulsive and naïvely trusting best friend had finally given in and met with the guy.

Emma had filed a missing person’s report with the police herself, just a few hours after arriving at her friend’s apartment. Both of Chloe’s parents were dead. They’d been killed in a horrific car crash in Maine when Chloe was just an impressionable teenager. The fatalities occurred just two days after Chloe’s fifteenth birthday. As an only child, with few real friends, it seemed that no one had even noticed that she’d disappeared off the face of the Earth.

The American police had entered Chloe’s personal details into the FBI’s database, along with her friend’s medical and dental records. They’d also asked for a recent photograph. It wasn’t against the law to go missing, in fact thousands of Americans deliberately disappeared each year—often to escape debt or abusive relationships. Most police agencies didn’t actively search for an individual—not unless the circumstances warranted it. In Chloe’s case the intriguing e-mail messages and her insistence that they find her best friend had finally made them sit up and take notice. She’d insisted they make further inquiries. They’d told her they’d sent an officer to check out Club Submission, but she wasn’t sure if she believed them or not. Until new information came to light, there was nothing more they could do. If Chloe were a child, it would have been a different matter. But as a thirty-year-old woman, the cops seemed completely uninterested.

It wasn’t Emma’s style to just wait around and do nothing. Instead of returning on the next flight to London, she’d decided to stay, and at least try and find out what had become of her best friend. So that’s how she came to be standing outside the very imposing BDSM club on a cold, damp, November evening. Two huge bronze ravens guarded the entrance. One stood either side of the oak double doors. They looked menacing and forbidding, in the soft glow from the gothic lanterns swinging eerily above them. All she had to do was walk up the half dozen or so steps and go inside. She instinctively knew the club held the key to her friend’s disappearance. Just who was the mysterious Orion who’d arranged to meet Chloe here? Was it the same guy she’d spent time with when she’d simply vanished off the face of the Earth?

These questions needed answering. There was just one small thing stopping her. She’d never stepped foot inside a fetish club before. Even she was a little surprised her friend was into that lifestyle. She’d known Chloe for a decade and was well aware that she was sexually adventurous, even promiscuous on occasion. However, she never suspected for a moment that her friend was into the BDSM scene.

She sucked in a deep breath, drawing the cold, damp November air into her lungs.
Keep strong, Emma. You’re doing this for Chloe
. Whatever lay on the other side of those doors would just have to be faced head-on. There was nothing else for it. Chloe’s life might even depend on it.

Her legs shook as she walked up the short flight of steps, and pushed open the heavy doors. She’d checked the place out on the Internet, and already had her membership approved. During the sign-up process, she’d learned that the club closely guarded the privacy of its members. Their true identities would never be divulged to anyone inside or outside the club, and everyone had the option of being known by a scene name. If Chloe had chosen an alias, it might prove more difficult finding out what had happened to her.

Emma took a deep breath before slowly releasing it as she moved further into the club. A female receptionist sat behind a desk. She looked up and smiled when she heard Emma enter.

“Hi, my name’s Andrea, welcome to Club Submission.” The woman studied her more closely. “Is this your first time, honey?”

Emma nodded, nervously. “Is it that obvious?”