Mastered Box Set–Featuring Sasha White
The Mastered BDSM box set is an incredible collection of ten stories by eleven bestselling authors. Today read an excerpt of Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by bestselling author Sasha White.
The Mastered BDSM box set is an incredible collection of ten stories by eleven bestselling authors. Today read an excerpt of Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by bestselling author Sasha White.
Ronnie Lang sets out to explore her own sexuality more. Is the Overwatch #BDSM club her answer? #Mastered @SashaWhite https://bit.ly/OpalsBlog
You never forget your first love
Tired of being treated as “one of the guys”, mechanic Ronnie Lang wants to explore her own sexuality more. She gets wind of Overwatch, a private BDSM club and she applies herself for membership. Behind those closed doors lies a lifestyle she never imagined… and the man she could never forget.
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Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White
For the first time since she’d walked into Overwatch, Ronnie kept her head down and didn’t volunteer for anything. It was all she could do to make it through the rest of the class without snapping at people to leave her alone. She just wanted to sit in the corner and think, to sort through her emotions and try to make sense of what was happening to her.
When class ended she moved swiftly to the door only to be pulled up short when Ian called her name.
She turned, and struggled to remain calm as he walked toward her.
“You okay?” he asked, concern darkening his clear blue eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You looked like you were in a rush.”
“Nope,” she said with what she hoped was a careless shrug of her shoulders. “Just didn’t see a reason to hang around.”
He nodded. “Okay. Let’s go have a drink then.”
Huh?
He took her hand and led her up the stairs and out the first set of doors before she had a grip on herself again. “Is that allowed, you being a trainer and all?”
“There’s no rule against it. It’s the first time I’ve done it, but it’s also the first time I’ve known a trainee from outside the club.” He pushed through the last set of doors and turned left. “The coffee shop just up the road is still open.”
“Hey,” she said, stopping dead and tugging her hand from his. “Enough. What’s going on here, Ian?”
He stood stock still in front of her, expression blank. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that you’ve pretty much pretended I don’t exist since that little negotiation demonstration last week and now you want to take me for coffee? What’s up with that?”
He stared at her, silent and inscrutable. When the others started coming out the doors he raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you. I didn’t intend to make you feel that way.”
“Well, you did.”
His mouth titled up at the corner. “Yeah, so you just told me.”
The pressure in her chest lessened and she smiled back at him. “Okay. Just so you got the point.”
His smile grew. “We okay?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Let’s go get that coffee.”
They didn’t talk as they walked down the street. Once they got their drinks, they found an empty corner table and sat down. Ian didn’t make her wait.
“So, what do you think so far?”
“To be honest I’m loving it. It’s a lot different than I imagined it would be, but that isn’t necessarily bad.”
“What did you imagine?”
“That everyone involved would either be a sexy model in fetish wear or a dark and handsome Dom wearing leather pants and a sleeveless vest. You know, with maybe a whip or a flogger tied to their hip, and always demanding you drop to your knees.” She laughed softly. “Okay, so maybe I exaggerated that a little bit, but you know what I mean? I worried it would be the stereotype of a cross between a porn movie set and a nightclub.”
He laughed. “Well, you’re actually not that far off. When you come to the club and it’s open you’ll see it is a lot like a regular nightclub — except, yes, some people are wearing fetish wear and some people are wearing nothing at all. Not everyone will have a perfect body, but everyone’s pretty damn comfortable in their skin, if you get what I mean. You might even see a Dom in leather pants, although I’m not too sure about the sleeveless vests. Many of us do take off our shirts, though, especially when we scene.” He met her gaze head on. “It can get pretty hot in there.”
She fanned herself with her hand at the thought of him with no shirt, paddle in hand, and her awaiting his pleasure. “Shit, it’s getting pretty hot in here.”
