I tried to look casual as I walked up to the front door of a Beverly Hills mansion and rang the doorbell.

The neighbors would never suspect I was a professional dominatrix, but something about house calls always made me feel extra naughty. I very rarely took sessions outside of the dungeon, but couples were my favorite, and I knew Miranda and Aiden from outside of work, too. They were regulars as well as friends. Besides, what they had proposed was too intriguing to pass up.   

Aiden answered the door with a huge grin on his face.

“Welcome, Mistress. Please come in.”

He helped me out of my leather trench coat, and hung it on a peg by the door. I smirked as I noted how out of place it looked next to the collection of beige and pastel jackets hanging with it.

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