To Master and Defend (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 2)

To Master and Defend

The Dungeon Fantasy Club: Book 2

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Anya Summers

 

 

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To Master and Defend

 

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Table of Contents:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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Chapter One

Late August

What the hell had she gotten herself into this time?

"Of all the…" she muttered under her breath as she gripped the wooden handrail on the bar. The club's boisterous crowd jostled Ophelia on her barstool; the movement skewed the aquamarine feathers of her mask so that they tickled her nose.

Reaffixing her disguise so that she didn't inhale feathers, she assessed Dungeon Pleasures. End of Summer Masquerade Party her foot, it was more like an excuse to fondle, ogle, and show everyone your naughty bits. Its tagline should have read, 'debauchery central, if you want it, this is the place to get it'. 'It' meaning sex. This club was a place for the wilder LA crowd to break out their leather gear. Ophelia didn't think she'd ever seen so much leather and spandex in one place, nor so many nipples. Women and men displayed their cleavage wrapped in clamps, jewelry, or spilling out of leather corsets—or all three. And she wasn't even going to mention the barely-there skirts or number of people going commando. There was a cowgirl strutting herself in assless chaps. She hadn't known until tonight that they made assless chaps, but apparently, they do.

A resounding bass pumped out of the sound system and that, combined with the sweaty mix of gyrating, oversexed bodies getting their groove thing on out on the dance floor, was enough to send Ophelia scurrying for the hills. She'd rather be at home, curled on the couch with a good book, than in the midst of this sexual feeding frenzy. She liked sex; she did, but she had never been into overt displays. She was more the fine wine, candlelight and lingerie type, than the leather studded corset type.

So why was she here? Besides the crushing amount of guilt she needed to assuage. Ophelia turned Anna and Molly down for attending social functions ninety-nine percent of the time. It wasn't that she didn't like her friends—she did—but she also far enjoyed her own company above the overcrowded, over-stimulating clubs her peers seemed to adore without question. There really was something erroneous about her attitude toward social interaction. She knew it, but didn't believe there was a fix for it. Crowds made her uncomfortable and filled her with anxiety. And, if she were honest, most clubs bored her to tears, even ones with ample amounts of bared flesh on display. Although Dungeon Pleasures did take the cake for the sport of people-watching. Yet Ophelia far preferred her books than the bump and grind she was presently witnessing. That was where the world made sense, where men behaved with honor and dignity, sent you a calling card so you knew from the start what their intentions were toward you.

Dating was something Ophelia had never seemed to get the hang of, not in high school, not in undergrad, and certainly not now. She'd had boyfriends, who had skedaddled the moment they realized she was more interested in her books that she was in them. Sad, really, when she thought about it.

The only reason she had come tonight was because lately, she'd been feeling like she was nearly coming out of her skin she was so desperate for physical contact. In other words, she wanted sex, with no strings attached. She didn't have the time necessary to cultivate a relationship. Her end game was sex. Really hot, she might need to fan herself with an Austen novel, pulse-pounding sex. She wasn't a virgin or a prude but found most men lacking in this department. Then again, the deficiency could be in her, and maybe she just needed to order that super deluxe vibrator she'd found online, the one that promised its purchaser hours of pleasure. At the rate Ophelia was going, she'd be happy with five minutes. Between school and classes, she had little time to develop the necessary foundation for a relationship, when what she truly desired from a man at this point in her life was a few good orgasms. Was that really so wrong of her? She was just shy of her twenty-fifth birthday. Her peers were all having copious amounts of one night stands, it was what all the women her age were doing now anyway, and she wanted just one night to sustain her while she finished her masters. Then there were the myriad online dating sites she'd perused the other night, the same night on which she'd found the all-star goliath of vibrators. Ophelia had inspected the dating profiles and groaned, and not in a good way—those damn sites were the reason why she considered the men in her books a better, safer bet.

She had one measly year left before earning her master's degree in eighteenth century literature. Then roughly three to six years to earn her doctorate, depending upon how long it took her to write her dissertation. Once she reached that milestone, had those three letters added to her name, then she could have a real life, but until that time, she didn't know how to balance a relationship with the demands of her career. When she wasn't in class, she was teaching undergraduate classes at the university, or studying. That was it; the entire substance of her life was English literature. Her robust work ethic was something her parents and her older sister had instilled in her. She couldn't let them down.

Ophelia had assumed that, with her friends' penchant for discovering the latest hot clubs, she'd have a chance to mingle and find a reasonably attractive man, have some hot hanky panky and be done with it. Itch scratched—no harm, no foul. Not that she'd ever been good at the whole sex thing, as most of the interludes she'd experienced had left her sadly wanting something she couldn't name. Her sexual experiences had been pleasant diversions, but that wasn't what she craved. She wanted no holds barred passion. She wanted to be taken by a man who knew what the hell he was doing. Her fantasies of late had been disturbingly carnal.

The one thing Ophelia hadn't counted on was that her friends would take her to not just any type of club, but to a hot new BDSM Club, Dungeon Pleasures, in Pasadena, and would subsequently desert her, leaving her to her own devices, shortly after entering. Who knew where Anna and Molly were in this place? The building was an old converted warehouse. Wall to wall bodies, and sex practically oozed from the ramparts. The thumping bass competing with the symphony of moans—because clubgoers were having sex right on the dance floor, never mind finding a darkened corner or alley—and the whole entourage was starting to give her a headache as she sipped her Cabernet. She could feel the beginning drumbeats of a migraine at her temples.

The warehouse style club boasted multiple rooms. Ophelia sat at the bar, a modern meets Goth style number that mixed sleek gray steel with midnight taboo and suggestive undertones. The décor dripped the promise of naughty pleasure. The first area, where she sat people watching, was aptly named the Arena—which was more or less a regular club if you took away the obvious bump and grind action happening—with glossy black floors, lowlighting, and neon purple lights that throbbed in time to the mind-numbing techno music. Through a set of grand theater style double doors, again in a lacquered black, to her left, was the entrance to the more private, I'm-hooking-up or about to hook-up with a virtual stranger and have super kinky sex area. It was inscribed the Devil's Lair in large, garish, burgundy letters which had the appearance of flames. And then, finally, from what she had learned from the bartender, there was the third and final area known as the Dungeon; for the avid lifestyle BDSMers. She probably didn't want to know what happened in that third level, even if she was curious. It was a bad habit of hers, that curiosity. Made her want to find out if they sacrificed virgins or something on that level, or had raging orgies.

Tonight's theme was a Masquerade Ball, which was why Ophelia was inhaling feathers from the peacock mask she wore to compliment her barely there sapphire dress which clung to her body, her cleavage all but spilling over the top, and she had to sit precariously on the stool or she'd be flashing the whole room her naughty bits, thankfully covered with a silky strip of black lace panties—but it left little to the imagination. Not that anyone in the place would notice her. Believe it or not, her attire was tame compared to that of most of the party-goers.

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