Surrender - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,2

my entire body, and when the pleasure filled moans spill out my chest fills with pride. I feel unstoppable— that’s why I’ll never allow a man to change me.

I’m Nora Sharpe, and I’m a mistress. I make no apologies for it.

Sucking in a deep breath, I muster up the courage to exit my vehicle and walk into Club Crimson. My friend’s partner owns the club. She set me up on a date tonight, which is why I’m so nervous. Never in my life have I let someone else set me up.

With every step I take I begin to start feeling more confident. It’s only natural to be a tad bit nervous, but it exits my body the moment I walk through the doors of the club. It’s a second home to most of us. One of the only places we can be our true selves.

Glancing around I see people who are so much like me. They work in prestigious fields, many holding positions on boards while others could be well respected surgeons. Some of the younger ones are still in college, dabbling in BDSM. Drake, my friend’s partner, would rather these young men and women experiment in a safe environment instead of falling prey to predators. He and Candace have even organized MUNCH once a month.

MUNCH is a casual gathering for those who are interested in becoming involved in the BDSM lifestyle. It’s a safe place where multiple people are around, can speak to others and ask questions. Candace has explained to me recently they’ve seen a spike in the younger women becoming interested. Especially the ones in their early to mid-twenties.

“Nora!” Candace hollers out from the bar. I didn’t think she’d be here, but I should’ve known the woman would try and eavesdrop a tad. She’s a hoot.

I walk over to her, “Darling, please fetch Nora a drink. What’s your poison again, a mint mojito?” She tells the woman behind the bar.

I immediately looked at the bartender, “A mojito would be great. Thank you.”

I receive a curt nod from the bartender and shift my attention back to Candace. “My God, you look amazing!” She beams, taking my hand she makes me twirl. It’s sweet how she’s saying I look great. Candace has always looked like sex on a stick. She had this jet-black hair that made her look like Morticia from The Addams Family. However, she recently bleached it blonde. I’m not sure what happened, but she and Drake had some sort of tiff. After all, you know what they say about dying your hair after relationship troubles.

“You’re far too kind,” I dismiss her, taking my mojito from the bartender. I take a sip and place the glass down on the bar, meeting my friend’s eyes. “What?”

“You’re smoking hot. I think I can see it coming out of your ears.”

“Wow. You make me feel like my wardrobe isn’t enough. I just bought this.” I giggle lightly, joking around with her.

It’s a latex midi-dress with a high slit on my left leg. A metal zipper runs directly over the front with a circle hanging from it. Above my hips and over my stomach it’s cut out in a Victorian style lace, allowing me to breathe a little easier. It doesn’t hurt how when in this type of weather, it allows the air to move through it as well. The dress is finished off with a thin strap going over each shoulder. It gives a nice look to my breasts too. They’re not massive or anything, but they’re a nice handful. I’m thankful they’re not too big. Otherwise I’d be disproportionate and I’m a tiny woman with a small frame.

“Where’d you get it from?” Candace asks.

“Fashion Nova,” It’s essentially the staple of sexy dresses for an affordable price.

“Ah, I should’ve known! So, how are you feeling about tonight?”

“I’m open to meeting him. Like I said, I’m willing to explore the possibility. You spoke so highly of him.” Candace used to be a woman in power as well. A dominatrix to be exact. I believe she preferred the term mistress. Honestly, I’m unsure why she didn’t use the term dominatrix. She was charging men and women to use her services . . . while I know she cared about her clients, I still believe there’s a difference. Long story short, she fell in love with Drake and became a switch to be with him.

“He’s the sweetest soul you’ll ever meet. Chase is well trained, an over pleaser, polite, a hard worker, and