Perfect Stranger

Perfect StrangerContemporary Erotic Romance
Approx 13k (Short Story)
Series: Perfect Fit (Book 2.5)
September 1, 2014
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Dana goes into the BDSM club not quite sure what she needs in order to move forward with her life. When she discovers the club is hosting a charity auction, she makes a desperate plan. If she can secure one of the men being auctioned, maybe she can find the peace that she’s looking for. A stranger with no expectations–it just might work.

Eric agrees to be part of the club’s annual charity auction because he’s between subs at the moment, and it’s for a good cause. He’s a Dom used to knowing what a sub needs in a scene with him and how best to provide it. But what happens when the thing a sub needs most is for Eric to drop to his knees at her feet?

This book is a SHORT story. It is not necessary to read any of the other Perfect Fit books before reading Dana and Eric’s story!

Excerpt

Dana only gave a brief glance to the poster declaring that there would be an auction that evening. She was at the BDSM club, but she wasn’t even close to being ready to start playing with anyone. Not yet. Probably not for a while. Just getting herself into the club was a big enough step for now, and she’d promised herself she could work her way up into playing, take her time finding someone she’d be willing to take that step with.

She took a look around and spotted a few people she knew right away, though she’d never been there. Her former Dom had been a member before they’d connected and though she hadn’t been interested in going to the club, she’d been willing to go to play parties with him and had met a lot of people in the lifestyle. Apparently she should have believed Harrison when he’d told her that the club he went to was nothing like the sleazy place she’d explored in college. Then again, he’d been happy enough to stick to playing with her at home or at play parties in private homes, so it hadn’t been an issue.

Apex was attractive, though. Not too edgy or gaudy. There were comfortable looking seating areas, a bar that she’d been told didn’t have alcohol but did have some snacks, water, soda and juice, and an area set up as a small store, with what looked like floggers, vibrators and various other toys. A man with a clipboard stood in front of a hallway that she suspected had the playrooms and she could hear music coming from behind a curtain, so she figured there was a public play area beyond.

A hand settled lightly on her shoulder and she only just managed not to jump. Vince met her gaze checking to see how she was holding up. He was one of the club’s owners and a friend of Harrison’s. She gave him a small smile. Though they’d been at the same parties a number of times, she’d never had much of a conversation with him. But when she’d gathered the courage to email him about visiting Apex, his response had been quick, courteous and welcoming.

She dipped her head politely.

“Thank you for arranging the guest pass.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you’ve made use of it.” He gestured to the empty stage. “Perhaps you’d like a low-key start. One hundred percent of the auction proceeds go to a charity the members have voted on. The winners get two hours of the Dom’s time. It might be a nice way for you to get to know someone without any pressure.”

She looked at the stage, more as a way to avoid meeting Vince’s eyes than because she thought anything had changed since her last look around. “I don’t think so,” she said softly. “Maybe next time. I’ll just watch.”

He carefully placed a finger under her chin, moving her gaze back to his with utter gentleness. “There’s no pressure to move at a pace you’re not comfortable with, Dana.”
She swallowed around a lump that seemed ever present in her throat these days.

“Thank you, Sir. I’m glad I’m here. It’s nice to see some familiar faces and your club is really very nice.”
He smiled and it was beautiful enough to make her wish she was ready to think about exploring. “I’m glad you came. If you need anything, just look for one of the employees in the white shirts. They tend to stand out, and they can always get word to me.”

She found a seat in a row of chairs filling up in front of the stage, figuring that watching the auction was a safer way to entertain herself for a while than heading to the public play area.

A man she didn’t recognize, dressed in an elegant suit, emerged from behind the curtain. He moved to the microphone and gave it a little tap, then spoke.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about to start the auction. If you’d like to participate, please take a seat.” Her attention shifted away from him as someone else stepped onto the stage. Though vaguely aware that the MC was still speaking and the crowd had begun murmuring over the arrival of a line of men, she didn’t really hear anything past the pounding of her heart and the blood rushing in her ears. Her attention had focused completely on the man who had been at the front of the line, wearing a leather harness that screamed sub and an aura of power that shouted alpha male. He looked near her age, late thirties, with short, dark hair—but not too short. She could imagine him looking nearly as sexy as he did right now, completely covered in a suit and tie. His strong features and bright eyes called to her. Were they green? It was hard to tell from that distance.

He scanned the audience, his gaze dancing over her with no hesitation. Her throat went dry, an impossible feat as the rest of her felt sticky with heat despite the excellent air conditioning.

An idea began to form, one that she immediately dismissed as insane but still couldn’t force out of her head. It took effort, but she managed to concentrate past her heartbeat, past the rumble of the crowd, to the man at the microphone and the instructions he was giving. Two hours, no sex allowed. She’d missed the name of the charity the money was going to, but it didn’t matter, shouldn’t matter, because there was no way she was going to participate. No way. Bad idea.