Stacy sorted through a basket of bracelets to fish out a red one for her to wear. It was only then that Mariah realized that the bracelets Stacy wore were not part of her schoolgirl uniform. “These are color-coded,” she explained, “so you'll stay out of trouble, especially if you've come alone and uncollared.” At Mariah's look of confusion, she mentioned, “That is, single and not anyone's. Here, wear this red one—that'll keep people away. Red, by the way, is the club safeword. You know what a safeword is?”

Mariah nodded, looking at the new bracelet on her wrist.

“Good,” Stacy said and led her past another set of double doors, one which led to a great common room that was dimly lit. Soft sultry music played in the background. Walls were framed with erotic photography, manacles, whips and chains. Plush low curving sofas, cushions and bean bags provided seating areas for couples, threesomes and more. Although some people were dressed in business casual, most were dressed in provocative attire. Then there were also the few who were naked with collars and cuffs. The scene looked surreal, the play of light in the room as if from a painting out of the Baroque era.

Further away was a stage where a topless man in leather pants was using a feather to tease the bare legs of a zebra print, bikini-clad woman blindfolded and bound to a gigantic X. The woman's mouth was formed into an O as she whimpered and gasped at the tickling sensations, her hands fisted occasionally in futile attempts to thwart off the feather. The sound and the erotic sight sent a tight heat mounting in Mariah's core.

​“Beautiful, isn't it?” Stacy asked, gazing at her. “That's a St. Andrew's cross.”

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent III: The Mistress, when the female protagonist visits her first BDSM club -- solo.

Purr Scent III: The Mistress is the fourth book in the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series.

Although Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the series, Purr Scent I: The Meeting is now available as a complimentary read at most retail sites.

“Is your roommate dead?”

“I wish!” Meanie scoffed. “But that’s the polite answer.”

As Meanie stalked toward her, Taylor couldn’t help but step back slightly.

“If you’re so scared, Red, then tell me why you’re still here.”

Red?

Taylor swallowed. As Meanie advanced, Taylor’s back bumped into one of the bedposts.

“Why aren’t you running?” Meanie asked, a breath away that Taylor finally saw that the woman did indeed have more piercings—a barbell on the tongue!

Don’t look, she silently chanted to herself. Trying not to think of something made her think of it anyway—the first time she kissed someone.

“What was that thought?” Meanie asked.

Taylor gulped. “Nothing.”

“You don’t lie very well.” Meanie smiled. “Lighten up. Put your bag down. Take off your coat. It’s warm in here.”

Too warm.

Meanie beamed, then turned and left the room.

“Wh-Where are you going?” Taylor asked, oddly disappointed and relieved at the same time. The peculiar feeling was unsettling, made her almost lightheaded. Perhaps she needed to eat something, since the last thing she ate was a sandwich about six hours ago.

​“Lighten up, Camel,” Meanie called, “and find out at the couch.”

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“Tease these for me,” Sherilynn said as she winked.

“You want me to play with my nipples for you?” Anuhara asked, a little breathless from flying apart only moments before. Her voice felt separate from her form. Sure, her body was here. Not so with her brain, which appeared to be floating in the cosmos somewhere.

“Sure, why not?” Sherilynn grinned mischievously as her expert fingers grazed past her arms, skimmed and pranced down past her belly and settled at the rope knotted right above her clit. She gripped it, released it and let it slap against her skin like someone playing with a bra strap. Anuhara gasped from the unexpected pleasure, which only deepened Sherilynn’s grin. “If you stop, I stop.”

“What?” Hands frozen in place at her chest, Anuhara stared blankly.

“Teasing,” Sherilynn reminded her. “If you stop teasing those nipples, I’ll stop teasing you.”

Coming must have fried her brain cells. She’d already fucking come. She didn’t need any more teasing, did she? She stole a glance quickly around the dining room. Ginny and Jackie had long left the premises. No doubt they’d exited to give them the courtesy of a private moment.

​Sherilynn’s eyes narrowed. “No, you don’t.”

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