Breathless with excitement, I slammed the door to my office. I didn’t want anyone to disturb me. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

Leda.

She was absolutely perfect. Everything she’d said struck a chord in me. She was so beautifully open, vulnerable, and earnestly seeking the pleasure in the pain I could give her.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at my desk simply staring at a blank screen. My mind raced with the possibilities of what Leda’s disclosure meant to me.

The First Circle.

Blind Trust.

As I was absorbed in thoughts of Leda, I hardly heard Erica open my door.

“Mr. Grantham, are you all right? I’ve been calling you for nearly half an hour. Mr. James is here to see you.”

I looked up at her blinking my eyes. Mr. James?

“Oh yes, the James account. Of course, it nearly slipped my mind we had the meeting scheduled for today. Just tell him I need five minutes.” I scrambled to find the folder on my desk.

Erica gave me a concerned look as she nodded and left the room.

Shit. I had forgotten all about this damn meeting. The James account was one of the biggest investments we had been looking at. Several hundred million dollars were at stake, and here I was thinking about my new Initiate.

Gathering a stack of folders, I darted into the men’s room to check my appearance. After running my hands through my hair, I was prepared to face Mr. James.

* * *

Later, that night after several glasses of scotch I decided to text Leda.

After I sent the text, I found myself actually nervous as to her reply. I’d never had a woman excite me this much without even having sex.

* * *

When Leda arrived, I was already primed and ready for her. I was sitting in my ‘Throne Room’ at Seven. The Throne Room was only available to the Master Dom, and it was just that: a room with a black Baroque throne chair. It was decorated in dark tones with paintings of Dante’s Inferno on the walls. Sconces imbued the room with sensual foreboding. This was my favorite room in the whole club. It had only ever been used by my great grandfather, grandfather, and father. All of their portraits had been painted and hung on the west wall of the room. I had yet to set for my own portrait.

A small bar was set up on one side of the room with a silver tray holding a crystal decanter, two crystal tumblers, and several bottles of scotch. Pouring two glasses, I sat down on my throne.

The room also featured a large TV screen mounted on the wall. A red velvet chaise lounge sat in one corner. Two, four-foot-tall cut glass lamps sat on either side of the lounge.

There was a small play area constructed in the opposite corner of the room. I seldom used it, but there was a rack of various implements such as a leather flogger, a crop, handcuffs, restraints, and a whip.

I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt. It was a bit warm in here. I sipped my scotch waiting for Leda to arrive.

At exactly 8 pm, there was a soft knock at my door.

She was prompt.

Smiling, I threw open the door.

“Please come in.”

She removed her light blue overcoat. I took it from her and hung it up neatly on the coat rack. Wearing a tight black dress with stiletto heels, I was pleased to note she’d followed my instructions. No stockings and I assumed no panties. But I would let my hands find that out later.

Her long silky hair was swept back from her face and caught low with a silver barrette. Small diamond studs sparkled from her lobes. Her perfume was light and airy.

As I watched her walk towards the sofa, she moved with a grace that would make the angels jealous. She smiled nervously as she sat down.

Handing her a glass of scotch, I took my seat on the throne.

“Is that a real throne?” She asked as she sipped the liquor.

I chuckled.

“Not exactly. It is an antique Baroque chair. When I was young, I thought it was a real throne. We actually call this the Throne Room.”

She laughed slightly. Her eyes were lit with desire I could feel her rampant sensuality coursing through her veins. She exuded sex.

“Leda, let me first start by telling you most women never make it past the threshold of this room. The fact that I invited you and that you came makes this meeting very special. Additionally, I take the invitation I’m extending you as quite serious. I don’t play lightly with women. I also don’t enjoy long explanations. So, heed this warning. I will not take the time to explain my requirements and the rules of Seven again. You need to listen carefully. I do not appreciate people who waste my time.” I finished my scotch and placed the glass on the table next to me.

She nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, the rules of Seven are unlike any other club you’ve ever been to. My particular rules of the Initiation process are separate from the club rules. The rules of Seven are simple.

1. An Initiate or a club member may not engage in scenes outside of the club. This is the most important rule. If you do, there will be consequences, and you will not like them, I assure you.
2. Once an Initiate has started the Initiation Process with a Dom, she cannot be released to another Dom without the permission of the Master Dom.
3. The Initiation process has no set time limits. It lasts as long as it takes for that Initiate to complete the Dom’s Seven Circles.
4. Each Dom has his own personal set of rules for an Initiate or Sub to follow. Once an Initiate has passed the process, she will be inducted into the Club for full membership status as a Sub. At that point, she is free to play with various club members.
5. New Subs may not bring outsiders to Initiate Night for six months.
6. Membership into Seven is for Life.
7. If an Initiate fails to complete the Initiation Process, she will be barred from entering Seven again.

“Do you understand these rules, Leda?” I folded the list and handed it to her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now onto my personal rules. These are the ones I want you to give your full attention to.”

1. You will make a safe word of your choice, and that will remain your safe word for the duration.
2. This is strictly a physical relationship. Nothing more or less is expected from you.
3. You will not contact me without permission unless it’s a case of extreme emergency.
4. You will wear whatever I request you to wear. You will obey my every command without question. In that respect, please be aware that I will never do anything to permanently harm you.
5. Per the club’s rules, you will not engage in sexual conduct with any other member of this club other than myself until you have been initiated. You are not to have scenes with anyone else outside this club at any time.
6. Failure to adhere to these rules will result in immediate termination of our relationship.

I finished reading the rules to her. Like every other woman before her, she looked a bit shocked, but she nodded accepting the rules.

“Good. Please believe me when I say that I will not tolerate ANY of these rules being broken. Also, if you safeword more than three times before each circle is completed, I will terminate you then as well. It’s happened too many times before.” I slapped the papers in my hand for emphasis.

Leda looked at me with her soft blue eyes. She didn’t look intimidated she looked interested.

“I don’t want to frighten you, Leda, but no one has made it past the second circle with me.” I hated saying that as I felt it was more of a failure on my part than on the women’s part.

“I see. Well, I hope that I will be different, Sir.”

I nodded.

“I believe you will, dear Leda,” I replied as I took her hand into mine.

Desire burned in her eyes lighting a fire within me. I knew the time to ignite our passion had come. How I longed to see its’ flame.

“Leda.” Her name was the only word I wanted to utter. My voice echoed throughout the room as I pulled her body close to mine. I felt her full tits pressed against my chest. Running my hand up her leg, I was pleased to find she’d obeyed me by not wearing any panties. My fingers stroked her velvety wetness as she moaned in my ear.

“Sir,” she whispered. Her body tensed as I continued to strum her clit lightly. I wanted her, oh how I wanted her. I yearned to lean her over the throne yank her dress up and fuck her right then and there.

But I didn’t.

My cock twitched annoyingly at me telling me I was making a mistake by not doing just that. But my plans for Leda were far more intense than just a quick fuck.

No, Leda was the woman I’d been waiting for. I wanted to take my sweet time breaking her.

As my lips teased her soft neck, I inhaled her perfume. Her breathing quickened as I brought my lips to her mouth.