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Darkest Dreams

By:Sam Crescent

Chapter One

"No one gets to train with Master Dominic. He's like the king of Darkest Dreams. No one, and I mean no one will ever own him," Ella said.

Avery Masters stared across the Darkest Dreams BDSM club to the man that captivated every single person within the room. She had been coming to this place for over a year, and couldn't bring herself to do anything more than watch. For this club, prior to being accepted, she had to take a test. During the test she'd been so nervous, and after finishing it, she'd been graded submissive.

"All you do is watch when you could be with any other man here," Ella said, drawing her attention back to her.

"It's nothing. Honestly, I'm just, I don't know, I don't like the thought of anyone else touching me." The club had plenty of Masters, she simply didn't want any of them. All of the men were Dominant, and there were a few female Dommes as well.

Ella was her friend, who also happened to love the lifestyle. They got along really well, and tended to visit the club together.

"Why don't you just ask him?" Ella asked.

"Ask who?"

"Please, sweetie, you drool over him every time we're here."

"He's very good."

Right now Master Dominic was showing a man how to use a whip. This was what she loved about Darkest Dreams. Everyone could learn, and there would be no judgement. She didn't know the man he was teaching, but the woman currently secured to a spanking bench looked damn happy.

Licking her lips, Avery pressed her thighs together as another wave of arousal washed over her. What was it about Dominic that called to her? She didn't understand it. Yes, he was a handsome guy, but there were plenty of handsome men out there who didn't get her attention. He looked hot in a pair of leather pants, but then again, she'd never seen him naked.

"I'm going to head to the bathroom," she said, needing a distraction. She was starting to feel like a stalker herself.

"If you see a handsome man, just go with it. I think it's the only way you're ever going to get over your addiction to Master Dom."

"I'm not addicted." She didn't stick around to see what else her friend had to say. There was an attraction, and an addiction. Was it healthy? No, it wasn't. She hadn't been with a guy in a long time, even before she joined the club. Now she spent most of her time comparing all men to Dominic.

The bathrooms were clear, so she didn't linger, nor did she stare at her reflection. All she would find was fault. Her face was too round, her hips too wide, her stomach too round. At a size fourteen, she had to be one of the biggest women at the club. The only women she'd seen with Dominic were the kind that were slender, like bone slender.

Pressing her washed and dried hands to her face, she whimpered. "Just get him out of your mind. Completely, totally, out of my mind." This obsession was going to make her a lonely, miserable woman.

Still avoiding the mirrors, she made her way outside, coming against a sudden wall of human flesh.

"Be careful there, sweetness."

His voice.

Heat filled her cheeks, and when she looked at him she cringed, immediately looking down. "I'm so sorry, Sir, Master, erm  … " she couldn't find the right words.

My first time talking to the man of my dreams, and I'm stuttering!

"You can look at me. The club has rules for certain people and couples. Not all of them need to be followed."

She frowned, looking up at him. "What do you mean?"

"Couples who believe in a complete Dominance and submissive lifestyle choose to do so within the club as well. Newbies are a different matter."

"I thought the whole head bowing was a sign of respect."

"Yes, and no. You don't bow your head for everyone, do you?"

"No." That would be embarrassing. She worked in an office all day. Bowing her head would just make her stand out like a sore thumb.

"You've never been played with, Avery."

"You know my name."

He leaned in close so that his lips were against her ear and whispered. "There's a lot I know about you."

Closing her eyes, she found herself leaning closer, trying to get as close as humanly possible without seeming weird.

"You're just a beautiful little peach waiting to be plucked." He shocked her even further by stroking her cheek. "Maybe one day."

Within the next second he was gone, and she stood wondering if she'd imagined the whole thing. Only when she'd got her bearings did she move back toward Ella.

"Is it possible for all Masters to actually know our names?"   


"I don't know. It's possible. We give a great deal of our personal lives on those forms. There's a lot of Masters, and there's a lot of people." Ella stared at her. "Did something happen?"

"I don't know. I think I'm going insane."

"That's not hard, really. You work long hours, and for a guy who doesn't appreciate you most of the time."

Avery worked at a small desk, answering the phone and handling people's problems with their insurance claims. Not that she was about to tell Ella, but she was looking for a new job. Patrick, the guy she currently worked for, was a creep and an asshole. He drove difficult clients her way, and if she failed to appease them, all the blame was put on her. She was tired of the stress, and the worry that with a phone call she could lose her job.

Besides, she didn't want to be answering the phone for the rest of her life, nor sitting behind a desk. Every day she was finding it harder and harder to get out of bed to face the day. Work was a pain in the ass necessity. The only thing she actually enjoyed was visiting Darkest Dreams. She wanted a little more excitement in her life, and to connect to someone else.

"So you don't think it's normal for one of the Masters to remember a name?"

"Depends. If you're a regular sub for one of them, I imagine they'll know you." Ella shrugged. "Who knows? I reckon it's why we have those pet names and stuff."

Avery didn't know what else to say, and so she sat down and drank her soda. At Darkest Dreams alcohol wasn't allowed. Right at that moment she could have really used a stiff drink.

"That wasn't very nice."

Dominic Wright turned from the shadows where he'd been watching Avery Masters to see Malcolm Cross, a fellow Dom, watching him. From the moment Avery had entered Darkest Dreams, she'd turned his world upside down.

"I'm not a nice guy," he said.

"Every single person here, Dom and sub, knows that she has a thing for you. She can never take her eyes off you. You're no better. Always making sure you're at your best. It's almost like you're performing for her."

He was.

"What can I say? I'm just that good. It's why all the subs want a chance with me."

"You're a trophy to them, Dom. Don't think you're anything more or you'll get hurt."

"I won't get hurt."

Malcolm shrugged. "I think Avery is one of the good ones. She's not just here to have a good time. She actually wants to find someone who'll be her Dominant in all things."

He hated that Malcolm saw that. Dom had already figured out the same thing, only he wanted to keep her to himself, and not have anyone else touch her. Even though it was against the rules, he'd demanded everyone at the club not touch her. Several of the Doms owed him favors, and so he called them all in, making sure Avery was free for him. Of course, he'd not known her very well at the time; however, he was starting to see the real woman beneath the shy exterior.

Dom knew he had the skills to draw her out of her shell, and to actually bring the best to her. Her body was ripe for the taking, and he believed her heart was as well.

Several of the Doms were annoyed with him for waiting so long. He'd truly believed she would make the first move. She'd surprised him by keeping her distance.

"What would you like me to do?"

"I don't just speak for myself when I say the men are bored with waiting. Either you stake your claim and make her yours, or you're going to lose her. She deserves a chance to play, and keeping our distance is proving to be difficult." Malcolm left before he could comment.

Dom didn't want to play with her for the first time at the club. He wanted more, and the first time he got to touch her, taste her, he intended for it to be in private.

Entering the main part of Darkest Dreams, he saw she was leaving. She was hugging her friend, and making her way toward the main doors. He didn't want her to leave just yet.

He rushed toward the back door, and ran around the front in time to see her getting into her car.

"Avery, wait," he said.

She paused, and he saw her eyes widening. "Dominic?"

Stopping in front of her, he took a few deep breaths. "Hello, beautiful." He found it really charming when she looked behind her as if he was looking at anyone else.

"What's the matter?"

"You know my name," he said, smiling, repeating the same words she'd spoken to him.

Her cheeks heated. Even in the lighting from the street lamp, he saw it.   


"I don't mean to embarrass you."

"It just seems a little surreal right now. I mean, you've never spoken two words to me before, and yet you know my name, and now you're stopping me from getting into my car. I didn't even think I existed to you an hour ago."

"You existed in a lot of ways you'll never understand."

She laughed. "You see this is where the whole scary, cryptic thing comes in. I don't know what to expect."