Zansi felt like she was in a wonderful dream as she drove to work Monday morning. The weekend had been the happiest of her life.

She had spent hours bonding with Alice, even in the middle of the night when she woke up. Fynn joined her during those middle of the night feedings. He was tender and kind, making her a cup of tea each time.

Zansi had insisted on taking the baby monitor to bed with her. She told Flynn it was important for Alice to bond with her. He had reluctantly agreed. Not that he didn’t want the baby to bond with her, but because he didn’t want her to feel like she had all the night duty.

He had reminded her that most nights he would be at the Club until two or three in the morning. And that Vera’s hours were now three in the afternoon until ten at night. She would primarily be up with Alice during the night.

Zansi didn’t mind. Feeding Alice in the quiet of the night gave her the overwhelming sense that this is what she was created for. For that moment in time.

Bedtimes had been a bit awkward as they separated in the hallway. Zansi had desperately wanted him to come to her. Her heart needed him to. Her body desperately craved his touch.

They went for walks in the park and drove through the mountains, all the while telling stories of their childhood and their dreams.

Flynn could make her laugh with just a raised eyebrow, or a dry comment meant only for her ears. Zansi felt so light and happy.

When she left for work this morning, it was the first time he mentioned their “appointment.” He said he had a surprise for her at the club.

Nervous excitement spread through her. “A surprise” could mean literally anything at a sex club. She just needed to get through the day. The image of Flynn with a towel over his shoulder burping Alice and drinking his coffee at the kitchen bar made tears glisten in her eyes. Alice was the most blessed baby ever to have someone like Flynn love and care for her.

Zansi wished with all her heart that he would love her. She would give anything to be a real part of Flynn and Alice’s family. Even now, she didn’t know how she was going to find the strength to walk away.

*

“You’re not kidding,” Simone said, setting down her sparkling water.

Zansi shook her head. “No, I’m not kidding,” she whispered.

“But … how? It’s only been a few weeks.”

Zansi took a deep breath.

“Well, remember the hot guy with a baby that came to the office a couple of times in a panic?”

Simone took a bite of salad and nodded. “Yes, I remember. He turned out to be your fantasy neighbor, right?”

“Yes, we kind of started seeing each other, but I still made the appointment with the club. I had no idea he owned it. So imagine my shock when I was blindfolded, and before the scene began, Flynn tells me who he is. He said if I wanted a different master, he would arrange it.”

Simone’s eyes were wide with surprise. “You’re kidding me? What are the odds of that happening?”

Zansi smiled happily. “I know! We’ve been inseparable ever since.”

“Oh, Zansi, I’m so happy for you! I’ve never had a scene with Master Flynn, but I can tell you he was very popular. You are one lucky woman.”

Zansi felt a pang of jealousy but brushed it aside. Yes, she was a lucky woman, even if it was temporary luck.

The rest of the day seemed like a dream as she waited with nervous anticipation. Although she enjoyed the weekend at home with Flynn immensely, it was Master Flynn she was desperate for.

***

All nine masters plus himself stood around the empty bar. Flynn poured a finger of whiskey in glasses and passed them around.

He held his glass up. “I have gathered you all here today to inform you that I have retired from the chamber.”

Everyone looked confused.

“What the fuck are you talking about, mate?” Jack asked.

Flynn grinned at his best friend and held up his left hand.

“I’m married, mate. Officially, unless my wife wants company in the chamber, I’m retired. I’ll be acting CEO only.”

There was a moment of silence before everyone cheered and saluted him as they drank their whiskey.

Jack walked to Flynn and gripped his shoulders and studied him.

“My fucking word. It’s true. Congratulations, buddy. I can’t wait to meet this paragon of virtue. This miracle worker!”

At that moment, Chris walked in the bar. “Ah … boss … your wife is here.”

Zansi walked in and his world tilted a little. She had come straight from work. She had a black pencil skirt, pink silk blouse, and black sensible heels on. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and she wore no makeup. She was fucking glorious.

Flynn walked to her and held out his hand.

“Fellow masters, this is my wife, Doctor Zansi Patel Steele.”

Zansi’s eyes flew to his in acknowledgement of her surname. Flynn smiled and pulled her into the group. He hugged her from behind and kissed her hair.

“Zansi, these are my coworkers and masters of Club Bliss.”

***

Zansi felt like she was watching a male/female review. All the masters and mistresses were the most beautiful people she had ever laid eyes on.

Her shyness wanted to take over, but Flynn wouldn’t let it. He held her close to him and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. She didn’t feel alone because she wasn’t. Knowing that gave Zansi great courage.

She was introduced to everyone, but she would never remember everyone’s name. Only that they were beautiful.

Everyone was warm and welcoming, especially a tall woman dressed to the nines in business attire. Her name was Mistress Kat.

She had long blond hair and a face that was delicately carved.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zansi. Congratulations on your miraculous feat of marriage to the infamous Master Flynn.”

Zansi’s eyes found Flynn laughing with Master Jack a little way away.

“Forgive me, that was incredibly insensitive of me. I can be somewhat abrasive sometimes. I have to be in my world. Let me begin again. Master Flynn is a lucky man indeed.”

Zansi smiled shyly. “What do you do for work that you think you must be abrasive, Mistress Kat?”

Kat’s eyes lit up at Zansi’s directness. “I’m in finance. I put millions of my client’s money on the line every day. Believe me, soft women get devoured.”

Zansi was intrigued. “Fascinating. So, to relieve the pressure of your job, you’re a mistress at the club?”

Kat laughed. “Something like that. And you, Doctor Zansi Patel, I know you’re a miracle worker to catch the elusive Master Flynn, but what kind of doctor are you?”

Flynn put his arm around Zansi. “Doctor Zansi Patel Steele.”

Zansi giggled. “I’m a pediatrician.”

Kat smiled. “Of course you are, darling. I know we are going to be fast friends,” she said, and air kissed her and waved as she walked out of the club.

Beside her Jack sighed. “That one is a bit of a drama queen. She likes you, though, if she didn’t, you’d know. Welcome to the family, Zansi. Flynn is one lucky bastard. If you ever want a threesome, I’m your guy …”

Flynn began to pull her away from the crowd.

“Back the fuck off, Jack. Z is a one master woman.”

Master Jack barked out a laugh.

Flynn pulled her towards the chambers. Before they reached any doors, Flynn gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily.

All the pent-up sexual tension from the weekend spilled out of her as she urgently kissed him back.

“Fuck, Z, I need you,” Flynn groaned against her mouth.

“Then take me, Master Flynn. Take me,” she whispered desperately.

***

Flynn couldn’t remember a time he was so wound up sexually. Not touching her after being with Zansi all weekend was torture. Because he knew what it felt like to be buried inside her tight heat, the wait was unbearable.

Reclaiming her lips, he crushed her to him. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet mouth. He couldn’t no more control rocking into her notch than he could his heartbeat. His body craved Zansi.

He forced himself to break the kiss and unlock the Bondage Chamber and pull her in. He pushed her back against the door and devoured her mouth again. He could kiss her all day. The trouble was, they didn’t have all day or all night. The Bondage Chamber was theirs for two hours and then she would have to go home and be with Alice.

He liked the thought of Zansi being home. He liked it too much.

“Why don’t you go take your clothes off while I get ready for the scene,” he whispered in her ear.

Zansi smiled and walked to the bathroom. It was so adorable that she was still a little shy. In just a few moments, she was going to be strapped to the Saint Andrew's cross and he would have access to every part of her.

His painfully hard cock twitched. He quickly undressed and opened the cabinet beside the cross to give him access to all the toys.

Z walked out of the bathroom with nothing but her black stilettos on. Flynn groaned. Jesus, she was the most sensual woman he had ever met.

Flynn walked to her and kissed her tenderly. He ran his fingers through her long hair that she released from the tight bun.

“You’re so beautiful, Z. Are you ready?”

Z nodded a little shyly.

“Why don’t we start by getting on your knees and sucking my cock. I’m not going to blindfold you right now. I want to look into your eyes when you take me down your throat.”

Z looked a little nervous but sank to her knees and gently gripped his cock and gave the tip a soft kiss while she looked up at him.

He could have come right then. It was the sexiest and sweetest moment. And then she took him into her mouth, and he saw stars.

Flynn moaned and gathered her hair in one fist to keep it out of her face and also to use it to guide her head so he could fuck her face.

She took him a little and then pulled back, all the while jacking him with her hand.

“Come on, Z, take it all, babe,” he groaned.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good. Now take your other hand and caress my balls. Ahhh, yeah just like that.”

He’d never felt anything like it. He couldn’t stop himself from starting to aggressively fuck her mouth. If he kept that up, he was going to come down her throat. If it had been anybody besides Zansi, he would have come and had them blow him until he was hard again.

But Z wasn’t ready for that yet. He pulled out of her mouth with a groan and helped her up.

He kissed her. “That was so good, Z.”

Flynn picked up the blindfold and put it on her. He led her to the cross and cuffed both of her arms and legs, spreading her wide.

“This is called the Saint Andrew's Cross. The name comes from crux decussata or diagonal cross, that Saint Andrew is said to have been martyred on. Crux in Latin refers literally to “an instance of torture.” Not tonight, however. Instead, I’m going to make you lose count how many times you come.”

Flynn clipped the first nipple clamp on, and she gasped. He did the same to the other.

“How does that sound, Z? I’m going to make you beg for my cock to fill that sweet pussy,” He growled as he turned on a vibrator and grazed her clit.

Zansi screamed in surprise but thrust her pussy out for more.

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