Today’s the day.

I can barely believe it. Poppy is still on her school trip for another couple of days, almost the longest we’ve ever been apart. But that’s not why I’m excited. I’m excited because today’s the day I’m going to give Skye her first orgasm ever.

It sure as hell won’t be her last.

Because when I make her pop, I plan to keep on going. Skye’s going to be my girl – forever. I’ve never seen a girl as beautiful as her. And she will be just as beautiful when I walk her down the aisle as Skye Wolfe.

Hell, that’s got a ring to it, doesn’t it?

Skye Wolfe.

My wife?

Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. First thing’s first – I need to make her come. I need to show her what she’s been missing all these years. I’m going to.

I’m going to give her a night she’ll never forget. Then again, I’m going to fuck her so completely I doubt she’ll even be able to remember it!

My assistant, Jennifer, sprints into my office with a small black box in her hands. “I’ve got it,” she pants, thrusting the item towards me.

“The one from your top drawer, just like you asked.”

I open a door that looks like it should lead to a walk-in filing cabinet, but is actually just a pullout mirror. Just one of the little toys I had installed in this place, and one of the boring ones, at that.

“Thanks, Jen,” I say, checking myself out in my reflection.

I’m wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt, and leather shoes that have been shined within an inch of their life. For some reason, that’s one of the things I still do myself. It is strangely therapeutic – just a man, a tin of polish, and a rag.

It’s like meditation, I guess.

“Um, boss?” Jennifer says, chewing her lip anxiously.

I throw her a look over my shoulder. “Is everything okay? Because if it is, head home. I’m done for the night.”

I see a tumult of emotions play out on Jen’s face. I think I know what she’s about to ask me, but I want to hear if she’ll actually say it. I’ve given her an out, an opportunity to walk away without possibly provoking my anger.

She doesn’t take it.

I knew she wouldn’t. Because if Jennifer was the kind of person who could be that weak, I simply wouldn’t have hired her. After all, I do my homework.

“Boss – did I screw up?” She asks. “Only, I don’t see anything on your calendar for tonight, and –”

She tails off.

I grin, shooting an ostentatious look at my dinner outfit. “I’m all dressed up like I’m going on a date,” I say.

“Yeah…”

“Don’t worry about it. Tonight is…” I pause, thinking about how best to phrase what’s going to happen. “…Private.”

“Okay.” Jen breathes a sigh of relief. “I guess that’s fine, then.”

I smile at her. “Thanks, Jen. You did a good job today.”

Then I frown. Something’s been bugging me all day, and I’ve only just realized what it was. “Hey – did Garibaldi ever call back? It slipped my mind.”

Jen’s face turns ashen. I know that’s how I should feel about the prospect of tussling with a man that devious, but somehow I don’t. I’m way too excited about tonight.

“Shit –! I mean, no. Nothing through my office, anyway.”

I chew the inside of my lip. That’s strange. I knew I should have returned the man’s call straightaway. He’s too dangerous a player to simply leave hanging. Hell, I almost spilled the beans to Skye last night, and that would’ve been a terrible idea.

There’s no good in involving her in matters like that, after all. I’m supposed to be protecting her, not throwing her to the wolves.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “We can sort it out tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Jennifer asks anxiously. “I can stay late –?”

“Don’t worry about it. If he needs to speak to me that badly, he’ll call back,” I say, though I don’t truly believe it myself.

The fact that he rang in the first place is enough of a warning – a warning that apparently I’m too drunk on lust to take.

But what could one more night hurt?

“You head home,” I smile, dismissing my assistant. “I’ll finish up here.”

“Yes boss.”

I turn back to the mirror, straightening my jacket, and trying to ignore the sense of foreboding that is now gnawing at my stomach. The smart thing to do would be to cancel tonight and make sure that all my bases are covered. But the smart play is rarely the right one.

And the right thing to do is to give Skye the release that has eluded her all these years – the release that only I can give her.

I turn, bend down, and unlock the bottom drawer of my desk. A single gold-embossed, ivory black enamel box sits inside it, a small envelope on top. I haven’t touched it since it was delivered – hand-couriered – to my office two days prior.

I glance at the envelope, and tuck it into the breast pocket of my dinner jacket. I don’t need to look at what it contains. It’s an invitation – an invitation to Manhattan’s most exclusive club – to a club that doesn’t even have a name.

It has a very simple list of rules – a list that’s only one line long. You never, ever reveal the Club’s existence.

I open the box to reveal two finally sculpted masks. Skye’s is more elaborate – black, lined with gold thread, extending all the way to her cheeks. My breath catches in my throat as I picture my beautiful girl wearing it. Mine is rather simpler – a black and silver eye mask.

Ribbon streams out behind them as I pick them up. My heart pounds in my chest as I realize the significance of what I have planned for Skye tonight. It’s going to be the first night of the rest of both our lives.

Because it’s no masquerade ball I have planned.

Tonight’s the night that I pledge myself to Skye Warren. And the night she places herself in my hands, and surrenders – mind, body and soul.