Hermione had felt eyes on her for the last half an hour. Ginny was long gone and she was ready to call it quits, it would only take a quick text and she could leave, removing her phone from her bag she began to type the message, when a man sat in front of her

'Good evening darlin' the man had a thick American accent and a black mask adorning his face

'Hello' she tried to smile, but then she realised, she really was not here to make friends or keep company 'can I help you?' she tried to keep the bite from her tone

'Can I help you, sir, is what you meant I'm sure darlin'

Hermione had to stop from rolling her eyes 'of course, sorry' she tried to look genuine in her apology by casting her eyes down

'I've been watching you and I think you wanna play' he looked cocky as all hell as he made the statement 'My name is Master Jim, I want you to remember that for later when your screaming my name' he winked at the end of his sentence

Hermione tried to stop herself from gagging 'I'm sorry sir, but I believe you have been misinformed, I have no interested in playing with anyone at the club' she straightened her back while speaking and she watched as dominant anger entered his eyes

'listen here sweetness, I understand your new and you're a bit afraid but I promise once you give me a chance, it will change your life. I'm in the market for a new slave, and you fit the bill' She felt no anger in his words, just a sense of him trying to control her with his tone

'I do believe I gave you my answer' she turned away from the man in hopes that he would walk away, alas no such luck

'I can stay here all night sugar, I'm the master and you're the Sub, and eventually you will submit to playing with me'

She almost growled with frustration, when she was about to finally give it to this 'master Jim', a cool voice she recognised floated from behind her

'Jim you are needed in the playrooms' The voice was soft but so controlled, if she considered the man in front of her dominant before, now he was just a mouse in comparison to the lion behind her. To afraid to turn around she simply sat and watched Jim walk off

She felt movement behind her and then watched as Draco Malfoy himself sat across the booth. He smiled and placed a martin glass full of clear liquid in front of her.

Hermione's mind had officially closed down; her boss was sitting in front of her. In a BDSM club. Not wearing a mask. Remember to breathe Granger she reprimanded herself.

'Aren't you going to thank me?' his voice carried across the space between them

'oh, yea thank you for getting rid of that guy, and for the drink' she sounded like an insect compared to his easily controlled voice. Shit. What happened when he found out who she was?

'sir' he whispered

'What?' it was instinctual, her eyes snapped up to meet his

'you forgot to call me sir, it can be forgiven this once because you are new, forget again and I will turn your ass pink' Hermione felt colour fill her cheeks and had to look away. His eyes said he was deadly serious in his threat.

'Well thank you, sir, I was however about to leave, perhaps you could give this drink to another girl, one who is interested in your affection?' she tried hard to keep the malice out of her voice, however she only knew one side of Draco Malfoy, and it was the side she dealt with everyday at work. Her best chance was to hit him with sarcasm and stubbornness

She watched as a smirk began to appear on his face 'what is your name my sweet and fiery duchess?'

'That is not something you may ask me, sir' she bit the last word out

His smirk turned to a smile, and she felt her insides melt slightly. No body, keep your shit together till we get out of here. His voice came to her as she internally argued with her bodies reaction to him 'Then you shall be my duchess. I only request one dance with you and then I will release you back to your lady Red, unless of course I can convince you to stay by my side for the night'

'how did you know about..?' she almost lost all air in her lungs

'I have been watching you all evening, duchess, you have captivated my attention, but only now have I had time to approach you. Dance with me' he held his hand out to her, it should have been a question, a request, coming from him it was a dark command

placing her hand in his she allowed him to pull her to her feet and take her to the dance floor. He placed her hands around his neck and pulled her close.

'You have questions in your beautiful eyes, duchess' he whispered in her ear. How could he have known questions were spiralling around in her head?

'Why don't you wear a mask, sir' it popped out before she had time to process the fact that she had spoken

'The Wicked Shatter masters are not required to wear masks, we are not members, we are the owners, the people need to know exactly who to go to should something go wrong'

'You own this place?' she knew she probably sounded incredulous, but how could he own this place and be her boss at the ministry? She looked up to see him looking at her seriously 'sir'

'Would you call me master Draco? Id like to hear you say my name'

'I don't think I am comfortable with that, sir' she whispered, she felt him smile into her hair 'Eventually, you will be'

Authors Notes -

Dear Readers,

I wrote this story a few years ago now, and then because of unforeseen circumstances needed to delete it and rebrand my account.
I'm going to be re-uploading some (not all) of the original work here, however I will not be editing or changing the original work and there are a lot of mistakes.
I have re-written this story, with editing and with original characters to wattpad and I am very proud of that work. This original work was always my plan for this story.

If you would like to read the edited version please look for the author JKH1010 on wattpad

Thank you all for your wonderful support and understanding.