EroticReverie

Verrick "Duke" Chamberlain

"You've been very, very good today Gretchen." I tell her, helping her up off her knees and smiling at her. 

Gretchen was one of the many women whose interests aligned with mine. I liked submissive women, Gretchen liked to be praised. 

Today she didn't have much time to stay around at the club, so I dismissed her and let her be on her way. Straightening my tie, I left the main floor to go to Max's office, to see just who the new club member was he was bringing in the back. 

She looked a bit too pure for the inner walls of this club, but if I've learned anything through kinks, and the people I've met, it's to never judge a book by it's soft, delicate, precious and proper little cover. 

I knock and walk into Max's office, he lifts his head and the pretty new club member turns. Those cheeks flushing pink again like they did when I caught her curious eyes gazing at me and Gretchen together. 

"Duke, there you are." Max says and gestures to the girl looking at me with those big doe, disney princess eyes. The corner of my mouth lifts and I look to Max.

"Here I am." I say walking in, shoving my hands into my pockets of my suit pants as I walk in further and stand near the chair she sits in. 

"This is Katherine Ang...sorry.." Max says to her. "This is Kat..Kat Angelis, the new secretary you wanted." he says and I feel a big weight of disappointment settle upon me. 

"Secretary?" I ask , lifting my brow, and I look to the young woman, she gives a small nervous look of her lips. 

"Yes." Max says. I look back at him. 

He quirks a brow. "Did you not ask us last week to find you a secretary?" 

"I did." I say. I clear my throat. 

I take my hand out of my pocket. 

"Duke Chamberlain, pleasure to meet you." I say, my little fantasies I already started spinning for this one, swirling down the proverbial drain as it settles in that she is not in fact a club member, but my new god damn secretary. 

"H-hi..Hello." she says setting down the pen she was using to fill out her paperwork and stands and takes my hand.

I take her hand. Take in the nervous little hitch of her breath as my hand wraps around her much smaller one and her chin lifts to look at me. 

"Pleasure to meet you as well." She says, her voice soft and feminine.

"You can sit Katherine." I say. 

I watch her as she sits, I hold onto her hand as she does so promptly. The modest knee length dress she has on, the no heel flat style shoes, the way she crosses her legs at the ankle , all of it really , really messing with me. 

She looked like a librarian. Not the sexy, pencil chewing , glass wearing kind you picture in fantasies. Like an actual librarian, or a fucking kindergarten teacher. 

I let go of her hand and she lays it in her lap. I look to Max who  rears his head back and gives a slight shake of his head. 

"Yes, well, I'm having her fill out the paperwork right now, I was going to show her around but Mischa called and needs me to help her with bringing over the gift bags for tonight. So I'm going to drive to the house, load up the cars, and be back in a bit. Can you show Kat around? Introduce her to people?" he asks. 

"Mm." I hum a sound of commitment as I nod. "Of course." 

Max sighs. "Yeah, great, alright. Just leave her papers here, I'll copy and file them when I get back." he says standing and then walking towards me. 

"I need to speak with Duke in private a moment Kat, he'll be right back." Max says and I cock a brow at him and look at Kat as I turn and she looks up at me, looking back down immediately and I smirk to myself and walk out of the office and down the hall. 

"I thought she was a new member." I say as Max stops and turns. 

"Her?" he says with a laugh. "You thought the girl in there was a member? To THIS club?" he asks with disbelief. 

I shrug. "you know as well as I do, it's the innocent ones with the darkest desires sometimes. " I say turning and looking back down the hall towards the closed office door. 

"Said she knows your son." Max says and I turn back to him. 

"How does she know Devin?" I ask cocking a brow.

"She didn't say. Just said you looked like a guy she knew. Asked if you had a son. I confirmed it for her." he says.

"Huh." I say and shrug. 

"Probably from college." I say. 

"Yeah well, figured I'd tell you. Anyways...try not to eye fuck her too much if you want to keep her around." he says. 

I give a grin.

"She's pretty." I say. 

"Yeah, pretty and your new secretary..NOT a member." Max reminds me and I nod and lift hand. 

"I got it Max...eyes off the secretary." I say with a smile that lets him know we both know that's not happening. 

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When I walk back into the office Katherine is sitting, posture straight as a board, hands in her lap, and I smile as she turns her head slightly and then turns it back forward.

"I finished the paperwork." she says as I walk around Max's desk and unbutton my suit jacket before taking a seat. 

"Any questions?" I ask, leaning over, taking the papers and looking at her work history and education. My guess confirmed, she attended the University my son did. So that's probably how she knows him. 

"About the paperwork?" she asks and I look up at her, she blinks and then shakes her head. 

"No, no questions about the paperwork." she says. 

"The way you say it, means you clearly have ..other..questions." I say and set the papers down. 

She nods and I try to keep my eyes from admiring her pretty eyes, pretty mouth, and long pretty light brown hair that she has pinned back on one side. 

"Alright...ask what you'd like." I say. 

She licks her lips nervously, my eyes going to them, her lips looked like perfect smooth soft pink pillows and I bet she was a fantastic kisser. Bet she was a fantastic mouth to put your cock in as well. 

"So ...what is this club exactly?" she asks and I smile. 

"We started fifteen years ago. Me, Max, Mischa, and Danny. It was an idea we had. How most people aren't willing to expose their kinks right away to people they enter relationships with , or with people who they just simply have sexual relationships with. In fear of judgement, or turning the other person off." I say and she nods. 

"We're not an EHarmony, or Tinder. We're not promising lasting romance or even sex." I say and she shifts slightly in her seat, recrosses her legs again the other way at the ankle. 

I look at her, at the cardigan sweater she has over her knee length powder blue dress. The way she sits, her posture making her breasts stick out. They were nice. Even under her sweater. A b cup or small c if I was a betting man. 

"You have immaculate posture." I say and she blinks and then loosens up her back and restraightens it. 

"Oh." she says and swallows. 

"Thank you." she says and I notice her cheeks flushing and the way she looks away nervously. 

I nod as she looks back. 

"You sit properly as well. Ankles crossed, hands in lap." I say and she starts to fidget, her hands moving in her lap and smoothing over her dress.

"Thank you." she says and I give a little smile. 

After a  moment she's the one to speak again.

"So...what DO you promise here?" she asks, and I let my eyes close a moment to clear the vision of her on her knees looking up at me with those pretty fucking eyes of hers, thanking me for the compliments I could shower her with at the moment. 

"We give people a checklist when they apply to be a part of the club, they check off any kinks they currently practice, kinks they're interested in, and kinks they want absolutely no part of. Danny..Davidson...who you'll meet later, one of our partners, he's the one that matches up the members. They spend time here together in the club living out their fantasies. It's all consensual, everyone is of age. We do background checks. It's a legit, safe space, for people to be free to let their kinks free." I say. 

"What's your kink?" she asks and I cock my head slightly my eyebrows lifting in surprise. 

"Sorry...I ..I shouldnt have asked that." she says. 

"I just..I don't think...I have any." she says. 

"Everyone has a kink." I say. 

"I dont know about that." she says and I smile at the challenge. 

"I have several kinks....several things I enjoy...some more than others." I say. 

she looks at me. 

"What you saw when you came in....was me with a woman I've spent time with for awhile. Danny matched us up. She has a praise kink." I say.

I watch her take a deep breath and fidget a little more. 

I smile. 

"Praise kink?" she asks.

I nod. 

"She enjoys being complimented and praised....she's also submissive...likes being told what to do ..and then..." I wave my hand out in front of me. "Being praised for a job well done, when she obeys." 

She bites her lips together. 

"and...you....you like telling her what to do? That's your kink?" she asks. 

I smile and give a single nod.

"I do enjoy telling her what to do. I enjoy being dominant, or a dom as we call it." I say. 

"Aren't...." she pauses. I wait. 

"Aren't dominants....don't they ...get rough? Like...um...." she blushes. 

"Spanking?" I suggest. 

She looks up . She swallows hard and nods.

"Some yes. Some can do more extreme things. It's about what your partner and you have agreed upon. Some doms simply like telling their submissive what to do, how to act, what to wear, things they're allowed to do or not do, say or not say. It's not always physical, or even sexual." I explain. 

"Oh." she says and licks her lips again and looks away.

"So, what do you think your kink is?" I ask her and she looks back to me. She shrugs. 

"I...I don't know...." she says. 

"The...complimenting..sounds simple. how is that a kink?" she asks. 

I smile. 

"Kinks aren't always something we normally deem depraved or dirty. You could have a kink for men in animal costumes....or a kink for men in suits. " I say and she scrunches her nose at the animal costumes and I smile. 

"Both are kinks. Neither one is less acceptable here. Both are normal here. " I say and she nods. 

"A lot of kinks are taboo...here....people come...and know they'll be able to not be judged as they are by people who still carry the stigma that certain things are too taboo, or too dirty." I say.

She nods. 

"So...is everyone here...single?" she asks. 

I shake my head. "No...we do encourage members to be upfront with their partners if their partners don't also participate in the club...but we don't require our members to be single." I tell her. 

"So that's...the NDA part?" she asks and I nod. 

"no pictures. no names. Members can surely share their experiences with whomever they wish, but no names are to be given out of who they encounter inside these walls." He says and I nod. 

"Any other questions?" I ask. 

"I think I have too many questions." she admits. 

I smile. "Well, we have all afternoon."