“Such a punk,” Nora said, watching him walk away. “Thinks he’s a sex ninja.”

“Friend of yours?” Zach asked.

“Kink buddy. But he talks too much so I have to gag him every time we fuck. Cute, isn’t he?”

“Delightful. He’s…” Zach didn’t complete the question.

“Bisexual. Very.”

“Was it absolutely necessary to tell him that we—”

“I blew you. You liked it. Get over it,” she said as a naked woman wearing only a tail feather held in place in a way Zach didn’t want to think about sashayed past their table. Nora didn’t even bat an eyelash at her. “Ever heard of John Fiske?”

“Of course. Chairman of the stock exchange, isn’t he? He’s your friend’s—”

“Yup, that’s Junior,” she said, inclining her head in Griffin’s direction. “The Fiske family is new money, old money, money money. Griff is New York’s biggest trust fund baby. He drives Søren up the wall. Søren’s very dignified. Griffin…not so much.”

“So who owns this club?”

“Kingsley Edge—he’s Søren’s best friend. Best friend when Søren isn’t trying to kill him that is. King runs the place but Søren’s top Dom here so he calls the shots when he’s in attendance. He can order anyone to do anything and they have to do it. Here all the Dominants are ranked by experience and level of dominance. Griffin’s lucky number seven.”

“Who’s number two?”

Nora leaned back in her chair, snapped her fingers and pointed at herself.

“I am.”

Zach’s eyes widened in shock.

“You are?”

“Zach, this isn’t a game, you know. I don’t just write it. I live it. I’m a Domme, a female Dominant. There aren’t a lot of us around. Most Dominants are men. Technically I’m Switch since I can top and bottom, but if I show up on your doorstep, get ready to say ouch. I’m not good at it—I’m amazing at it. So good at it that I’m as famous down here for my skills with a whip as I am in the straight world for my skills with a pen.”

“My God,” Zach breathed.

“No need for that. You can just call me ‘ma’am.’” Nora winked at him. Zach looked at her and knew she spoke the truth. He knew she was kinky but he never dreamed before now she was some sort of legend. No wonder she’d scared him from the moment they met—she really was dangerous.

“Your G&T.” Griffin returned to the table with their drinks. “And your mineral water, mistress. Anything else?”

“Yes,” Nora said. “Kneel.”

Griffin knelt again on the floor at Nora’s feet.