After Gray left, Elena finished her coffee, held an investor meeting and cancelled the meeting with Ana. The girl didn't see the need for it, she learned everything she needed from Christian. Anastasia was calmer than Christian, she wouldn't pressure Elena and ask her to bring a guy. Nixon never showed up, which upset the blonde a little. Edward supplied her with quality information about the state of affairs on the market, was a first-class hacker and just a good drinking buddy. Often, having locked themselves in the office at the end of the day, they drank excellent cognac, washed the bones of competitors and chatted about life. And Elena's only friend... She didn't consider those with whom she slept as friends. She didn't consider her colleagues and employees as friends. In life, she was a loner, and she liked it. She valued her freedom and was not going to sacrifice it for anything.

The time was approaching seven in the evening, and the girl hurried to leave work. As she was leaving, she stopped near Constance.

Constance, find me a dress for the charity ball, cancel all my meetings on Saturday and send Mrs. Grey a bouquet of lilies with a note that I will come to her party, Elena ordered.

Okay, Miss Lincoln, the Chinese woman nodded and immersed herself in her work. Have a nice evening.

Elena nodded and left the Lincoln House. Pressing the button on the key fob, she removed the alarm from the black Audi and confidently walked towards it. Having started it, the blonde headed to the prestigious BDSM club Mystic . This club opened three years ago, and during this time Elena has never regretted being a member. The service, the service, the interiors, everything was at the highest level. In addition, the owner of the club was Jack Hyde - the same guy who showed her the delights of dominance and submission and partially saved Elena from the nightmares of the past.

POV Elena

I enter the Mystic and immediately feel at home. The semi-darkness, candles, and medieval castle atmosphere relax me and I let my hair down. I quickly glance at the crowd and look at the stage. Jack is standing there, skillfully wielding a flogger over a naked red-haired girl. Her face is filled with anticipation and pleasure, no fear or pain. That's why I love this club - everything is based on good will, and there is no place for violence.

I go into the dressing room and see that Hyde has already prepared an outfit for me: a bright red corset with black stripes, a short leather skirt with slits on the sides, and high heeled boots. He knows what I like. I quickly change and put on bright makeup. A real mistress looks at me from the mirror, which flatters my vanity. All that remains is to find a submissive sub for the evening.

I leave the dressing room and go to the bar. The bartender immediately pours me my favorite lemon martini and I take a sip, greedily searching for some boy in the crowd. I have little interest in the role of a sub, although by nature I am a switch. I realized this back at 18, but I like to dominate and keep everything under control.

Suddenly, a cute brown-eyed guy with a slightly impudent smile appears next to me.

- Should I buy you a drink? - the impudence disappears and his smile becomes ingratiating.

- No need. What is your name? - I put my hand on his knee.

- Peter, Mistress. Peter Evans, - he smiles. - And you are Elena, right? Master Jack said only good things about you. That being your bottom is a privilege and that you always give tips after the session.

I laugh. Hyde is in his element. He always praises me, wanting to find me a sub for a long time. I was with the last guy like that, Isaac, for almost 5 years. It all ended when he went to study in Venice. But we remained friends. Now I have disposable subs. And Pete turned up at the right time.

- I'm like that, Pitty. Do you have any taboos? - Now let's get serious. I have restrictions: all my subs are 18 years old, I don't play copro games, I don't play with blood and breath. I like the whip, the whip, wax and the bandage.

- Well... uh... like you. I checked with Master Jack what you like and I agree. And you're younger than I thought, - Evans gets up.

Oh, Hyde, how I love you. I get up after the guy and lead him upstairs to playroom number 17. This is my personal playroom, Jack always keeps it empty in case I arrive unexpectedly.

We enter it and I turn on the light. Peter quickly looks around and says:

- You have good taste, Mistress.

Of course... I have excellent taste in everything: in guys, in employees and in many other things. I decorated this room myself.

He walks to the middle of the room and quickly undresses. Then he kneels and lowers his eyes. Obedient little animal. I take the stick and carefully run it along his back. I lightly hit the boy's feet and rise higher. Adrenaline boils, endorphin enters the blood. How good... I begin to hit him harder and listen to his groans. I know where to hit so that it is pleasant, I calculate the force of the blows so that there are no scars and bruises. After 50 strokes, I step away from Peter and give him a break. He breathes heavily and looks at me gratefully.

- You just... wow... Usually they dragged me by the hair, screamed and humiliated me, and you... Miss Lincoln, can I... - his gaze stops at my skirt.

- Of course, Pete, - I go up to him, take off my skirt, carefully direct his head to my clitoris. The guy immediately gets down to business and skillfully licks my pussy. I moan out loud and begin to caress my breasts. Peter does his job with professionalism. His tongue knows where and how to be and this turns me on even more. Two minutes later, my body is flooded with waves of orgasm and my moan turns into a scream.

Evans removes his head and looks at me with a timid smile.

- That was great, - I kiss the guy and stroke his hair.

- Miss Lincoln, can I become your permanent bottom? Pete looks at me hopefully.

I sigh. The guy has so much hope and it's clear he wants more. But I'm only interested in sex.

-Pete, you don't belong with me. You see, I don't believe in love, and you bottoms always want more. Let's do it this way: I'll come to the club, we'll fuck and play, but we won't have any relationships outside the club. That's just the way I am, I sigh and kiss him.

-Were you burned in your youth? The guy lowers his eyes.

-I suffered a lot in childhood, I exhale and feel the burning in my scars. Fuck, will this ever end?

I quickly leave the playroom, change my clothes and send a text message to Jack: Pete is cool, but not my type. He got it. Thanks for trying.

Already at home, I receive a response from Hyde: "One day you'll meet your bottom, Elena. One day all your pain will go away. I'm sure of it."