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  The plane shifted once more and she could feel the landing equipment lowering. They moved closer to the ground and she stiffened, preparing her body for the impact.

  Closing her eyes, Jessica took slow, deep breaths. When the plane touched down, her muscles tightened and she cringed. The brakes slowed the plane quickly and she relaxed a little, glad that they had finally touched down in Dallas. Stretching her muscles, she sat up a little straighter, ready for this adventure.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dallas International Airport.

  At this time you may turn on all electronic devices, including cell phones…” The voice on the loud speaker continued to talk and Jessica reached in her pocket for her phone. Turning it on, she waited for the time to pop up on the screen. She knew that she needed to send a quick text to her friends and figured it was best to do it while she was on the plane instead of waiting. She didn’t want to forget.

  Once the phone was on, Jessica sent a quick text to Bella, Alyssa, and Hannah. Just arrived in Dallas. Going to get my bags and head to the hotel. Talk soon. Clicking the send button she stored her phone back in her pocket. The plane taxied to the gate and stopped. Before the seat belt light could even ding, people were unbuckling and jumping out of their seats.

  Mason stood up, opened the overhead compartment and removed her bag, setting it in the aisle. He threw a back pack on over his shoulders and stepped back, waiting for her.

  Standing up, Jessica walked to the aisle, grabbed her bag and waited for the line to move forward. It took a few minutes, but finally people started to walk, and she followed them until she was inside the terminal. Since she didn’t have any baggage to pick up at the carousel, she followed the signs, looking for the exit and a cab.

  When she was finally outside, the warm Dallas air surrounded her like a blanket, and Jessica leaned her face up toward the sky, stretching her back. Looking around, she spotted a line of cabs and went directly to the one in the front of the line. An older gentleman smiled, stepped out of the car, and put her suitcase in the backseat beside her.

  “Where to, miss?” the driver asked as he pulled the cab away from the terminal and headed toward the exit.

  “One eighteen Gateway Drive, downtown.” Jessica leaned back and watched the scenery pass the window. The city of Dallas had always had such a strong pull.

  “I’ve only been there a few times, seems like a really nice place.

  Gated community. Do you have family there?” The driver asked, flashing his eyes up to the rearview mirror and Jessica gave him a nod and a smile before looking outside once more.

  She loved downtown Dallas, it reminded her of being back home in San Diego except that Dallas seemed more inviting, more like a second home to her now that she moved to Coltmann County. Staring at the large buildings, she had to squint to prevent the sun from blinding her. It didn’t take long to reach her destination. The cab pulled up to the large, black iron gate, and Jessica opened her door, stepping out from the cab.

  The driver walked around and grabbed her bag. She handed him the money and he drove away. Once he was gone, she grabbed her bag and walked to the small computer screen. She pushed the call button and waited.

  “Name and pass code please?” the voice said, and Jessica smiled.

  It was always the same. They answered every call, and if your name wasn’t on the list, they ignored you. Reservations here at the Iron Gate were a must.

  “Jessica Beckett, .” There was a ringing and then the large gate began to open.

  “Welcome back, Jessica. Someone will be down in a moment to pick you up. I hope you have a nice stay,” the voice said before going silent.

  Jessica pulled her bag behind her and walked inside the gate.

  After a moment, the gate closed and she waited for her ride to the hotel. A small golf cart drove toward her and she smiled, waiting for the driver to pull in front of her. The Iron Gate hotel and club sat on a large property, hidden from view. It looked like a gated community for the rich and famous, but really it was a private club where those people who lived in the lifestyle could be themselves.

  “Good evening, how are you today?” The driver climbed out of the golf cart and wheeled her bag to the back, tying it on the rear of the cart.

  “I’m good, thank you. How are you?” Climbing into the small passenger seat, she held on as he hit the gas, driving them through the property.

  There was a huge hotel with about one hundred rooms and an even larger, multi-story building with different themed rooms. They had everything here. It was a dream for the kinky and a playground for anyone who was a member. There weren’t really any “rules”

  except safe, sane, and consensual.

  Throughout the property, there were various large art pieces, all sexual in nature, from naked men and women to those statues together in various positions, proving that the owners had a very dirty sense of humor. It was all so sexy and Jessica bit her lip, feeling her pulse jump. When they reached the front of the hotel, the place was extravagant, clean, and well taken care of.

  Hopping off the cart, Jessica went to the back and took her bag from the driver. Walking inside the hotel, she looked around at all the wonderful photography on the walls. She went directly to the front desk and waited her turn. There was always a line, people checking in and out. She moved forward following the beautiful deep purple carpet all the way to the desk.

  “Good evening, how may I serve you?” the young man asked. He was cute, maybe early twenties, and Jessica wanted to laugh but stopped herself. It almost sounded like an offer for more than just checking her into her hotel room.

  “I have a reservation under the name Beckett, Jessica.” She pulled out her driver’s license and sat it on the large marble counter, pushing it toward him.

  He took a quick look and then started to type. Grabbing her license, she shoved it into her purse and waited, leaning into the counter. It felt cold against her skin and she relaxed, looking around

  at all the people. Looking to the right, she squinted, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her. Is that Beau? Jessica bit her lip, rubbed her eyes and looked again, this time she saw a man that looked similar to Beau.

  “Ma’am,” the young man said, and Jessica turned back toward him, smiling brightly.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re in room . Just take the elevators up to the third floor.

  Your room is on the left side.” He slid the key across the counter and Jessica grabbed it, gripping it tightly in her hand.

  “Thank you.” Heading toward the elevator, Jessica did a quick visual sweep of everyone in the lobby. The elevator dinged and Jessica walked on, pressing number three. As the doors closed, she shook her head. No, it wasn’t Beau. He’s in Coltmann County with Chase. They don’t know I’m here.

  When the doors opened once more, Jessica walked out and toward her room. She was hungry and tired. Slipping the key card into the slot, she waited for the green light before opening her door and stepping inside. The blast of cold air made her shiver and she went to the air conditioner and turned it down. The room smelled like fresh cotton with a hint of jasmine. She inhaled deeply, kicked off her shoes and threw her bag on the bed.

  Unzipping her bag, she threw it open and started pulling out her clothes. She liked unpacking. Going to the closet, she hung up a few of her outfits and then put the rest in the chest of drawers. Next she removed her shoes from their protective bags and laid them gently on top of the dresser. Her shoes were always perfect and she took care of them because they were her prized possessions, five and a half inch black pumps by Christian Louboutin.

  Smiling, Jessica grabbed all her cosmetics and went into the bathroom. The place was decadent and huge. White marble on the floor, and the counter tops were black and white granite. The tub could fit a nice-size orgy and the shower was wide open with multiple

  shower heads. She groaned, wanting to shower and relax. Placing all her stuff on the counter, Jessica looked arou
nd at the little bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Included was an emergency box, and she opened it, staring at the contents.

  She pulled out a variety of items. A few of them caught her eye and made her laugh. What guest would need black duct tape, a blindfold, six condoms, a pair of tweezers, and three small tubes of flavored lube? Putting the items back, Jessica shut the light off and went back into the room. She couldn’t wait to find someone at the club who would give her an excuse to use her emergency kit.

  Chapter Four

  Grabbing her purse, Jessica headed to the restaurant for some dinner. She shut the door behind her and went to the elevator. One thing that she loved about this hotel was that it was attached to the Iron Gate club, meaning that all of the people were members. The BDSM lifestyle was clearly on display for everyone to see. People were wearing leather, lace, or nothing at all. Some were wearing only collars and crawling on all fours behind their masters or mistresses.

  When she reached the dining room, there were already lots of couples and a few singles enjoying their meals. She looked around for a table and found one in the corner, facing the room. Most of her friends might feel a little uncomfortable in a place like this, but she felt right at home.

  She recognized a few familiar faces and nodded, smiling. A Domme that she had seen a few months back walked toward her table, holding a leash, her slave crawling on the stone floor behind her. She watched them approach and wondered if that’s what she wanted. Did she really want a slave? Was she looking for something long term or did she only want occasional play partner?

  “Good evening, Jessica. How are you?”

  “I’m good, Teresa. Please sit and join me. How goes the training?” Jessica nodded toward Brian, but didn’t really acknowledge him.

  Teresa pulled out her chair and sat down, crossing her long, tan legs. She was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Jessica watched as she pulled the leash tight, forcing Brian to sit down beside her chair. Patting his head, she focused back onto Jessica.

  “I’m doing well. Brian has been a good boy.” She smiled brightly and Jessica looked over, watching Brian’s eyes light up at the compliment she paid him.

  “I’m glad to hear that. How long will you be in town?”

  “We’re staying for a couple more days. I heard you’re teaching a class tomorrow.”

  “Yes, I am. It’s mixture between BDSM , proper spanking techniques, and some other things. I don’t really have a script. I’m just gonna wing it.” Jessica laughed. She had been doing these seminars for years and she changed things up depending on the audience.

  “Do you have a sub to play with onstage? If not, I would like to volunteer Brian for the morning.” Usually during her seminars, Jessica used someone else’s sub or slave and sometimes she found a volunteer in the audience who was eager to help demonstrate a few techniques.

  Looking over at Brian, Jessica noticed that he was biting his lip.

  She wasn’t sure if he really wanted to be on stage, and the last thing she wanted to do was have an unwilling participant, although she knew that he would do whatever Teresa said.

  Turning her attention back to the conversation, Jessica said,

  “Master Mark and Sean are providing me with someone already.

  Thank you, though, for the kind offer.” She needed to make sure she spoke with both Mark and Sean before her seminar to get a sub to borrow. She didn’t want to cause any issues with Teresa and Brian.

  “Too bad, maybe next time.” She stood, pulling on the leash.

  “Enjoy your dinner. We’re going to head over to the club for a couple hours.”

  “Have fun.” Jessica watched them leave and picked up her menu.

  Her stomach growled loudly and she searched through the various dishes trying to find something she wanted. When she finally found what she wanted, she placed the menu down and waited for the server.

  “Ma’am, may I take your order?” A young man asked. He kept his eyes on the floor, and she knew right away he was submissive.

  “Yes, thank you. May I please get an iced tea with lemon, an avocado burger, cooked medium-well, and steak fries with ranch dressing?” She picked up her menu and held it out to him. He took it right away and tucked it under his right arm.

  Taking a few notes, he said, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll put your order in right away.” He nodded his head and walked off.

  Looking around once more, Jessica took in the scenery. The restaurant was dimly lit, large candles in sconces spread around the room making it look almost medieval. The walls were dark gray bricks, the floor a smooth stone, and there were decorative black iron gates on the walls.

  The server walked toward her, went to his knees and placed her iced tea in front of her. One thing about this place, everyone did things by the owner’s wishes. The employees were all in the lifestyle and served the drinks and food on their knees.

  “Thank you,” she said, and the server stood up and walked off.

  She usually liked eating alone, but for some reason, she was feeling a little lonely.

  She took a drink of her tea, needing the cold beverage to help her from feeling so dehydrated. Leaning back in her chair, she tried to appear more relaxed than she actually felt at that moment. It had been a really long day and she yawned.

  After about fifteen minutes, the server arrived, on his knees once more to deliver her food. Her stomach growled loudly, and she stared at her burger, her mouth watering. Wrapping two hands around her burger, she brought it up to her lips and took a big bite. She chewed slowly, enjoying the delicious flavors before putting it down and taking a drink of her tea.

  Sitting alone didn’t bother her, but Jessica quickly ate, wanting to get to her room so that she could enjoy a nice hot bath before turning in early. She hid a yawn as she finished her dinner, staring at the

  table. Her eyes were dry and she rubbed them quickly, yawning once more. Traveling always seemed to have that effect on her.

  A stern voice caught her attention and Jessica looked up, watching a couple across the dining room. The man pulled his sub up to her feet and rubbed her knees. He kissed her gently and Jessica wondered what that must feel like. She was caught off guard when she realized that she didn’t want to be in the man’s place. She wanted to be the woman that was getting the affection. She could hear him whispering but couldn’t make out his words. A server brought over a soft-looking cushion and put it on the floor by the man’s feet. Once again the woman knelt and nuzzled his thigh. He patted her head and gave her a bite from his fork.

  The scene was sweet and Jessica’s shoulders sagged. It was such a strange feeling for her to want that, to be a little envious. There were so many single men looking for a dominant woman and she had always loved playing games, making big productions out of her scenes. Ever since meeting Beau and Chase, things had slowly started to change, and she wondered if there might be something wrong. She just didn’t understand this need inside her, this desire to have them dominate her.

  Pushing her plate away from her, Jessica watched the couple for a few minutes before writing her room number down on the small piece of paper at her table. She could take care of the bill later. She really didn’t want to sit in the dining room any longer. Standing up, she walked toward the exit, wanting to get back to her room.

  Pushing the elevator call button, she waited until the doors opened. She pushed the number three and leaned back against the railing. When she finally got back into her room, she went straight to the bathroom and started the bath water before stripping off her clothes. Pacing around her room, she looked out the window, waiting for the bath to fill up. She looked out at the property, and watched as the sun set, casting bright, beautiful colors across the landscape.

  Turning, Jessica went back into the bathroom. She shut the water off and stepped in, moaning as the warmth surrounded her. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Chase and Beau were at the forefront of her mind and she tried to push them bac
k, not wanting to think about them. She didn’t feel like analyzing her feelings. There was nothing she could do anyway. She was in Dallas and they were both home in Coltmann County.

  Staring at the wall, she couldn’t help but remember their one night together. “No, no, no. I will not think about them,” she said aloud, hoping to banish them for good, but her mind wouldn’t let go, and she felt restless and irritated.

  “Tomorrow is my class. Need to prepare and think about that.”

  She started to think about the other seminars she had spoken at. The different titles and subject matters had varied greatly, and she smiled thinking about a few of her favorites. Everything Anal, Spank Me, It Hurts so Good, How to Deal with Emotions and BDSM. The people were always so welcoming, and she loved being on stage sharing her knowledge and helping other folks in the lifestyle learn more.

  She had been so busy working at the store with her friends that she hadn’t taken the time to create a class outline. The owners of Iron Gate, Mark and Sean, were great Doms, and she hoped that they wouldn’t mind her just winging it and including different bits and pieces from her previous talks. The class was for newbies, so she wanted to touch on some basic stuff and then maybe shift gears and talk about different implements to use during a scene, maybe even some sensation play with a volunteer.

  Sitting up, Jessica stretched out and reached for her razor, she knew that if she didn’t shave she would be stuck wearing pants.

  Looking down at her legs, she cringed. Yuck, no man wanted a hairy woman. She grabbed the bottle of conditioner and squeezed a quarter-sized amount into her palm before rubbing it up and down one leg, soaping it up. She pulled the razor up, creating perfect lines in the