INVITATION FROM CLUB X!
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I stare at my jacket, laying it over the arm of the tufted leather chair in the corner of my office. I need to leave this f*cking building and get home, but I don’t f*cking want to. It’s not like I have anything waiting for me. Nothing to do but more work.
I’ve spent a fortune on my home. I built it from the ground up, painstakingly choosing every piece of hardware and meticulously designing each room myself. But I couldn’t give a d@mn if I go back there anymore.
It’s cold and lifeless. Empty.
Killian Cassano (ml)
#sigh#
Killian Cassano (ml)
(I could keep working. There’s always more work waiting.😑)
I clench my jaw and type the password to unlock my computer, the gentle tapping of the keys soothing me. It’s a comforting sound.But only for a moment.
As the screen lights up and I glance at the window of emails left on the desktop. My eyes widen as an email pops up.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an email from Madam Lynn.
Killian Cassano (ml)
What's inside in it?!😑
Images flash before my eyes, and I can practically hear the soft sounds of the wh*p sm@cking against flesh and a mo@n forced from the Submissive’s lips. Never to hurt, only for pleasure.
Killian Cassano (ml)
#open the message#
I huff a laugh at the message and immediately hit the intercom button on my desktop phone for my secretary.
Linda
📞 Yes, Mr. Cassano?😐
Killian Cassano (ml)
📞 Could you bring me my mail, please?😐
Linda is an old woman. She should retired but she didn't. Every year I pay her more money to stay. Finding a good secretary is more work than it’s worth.
And I have no intention of finding a new secretary. So when I make a request, I say please.
I was waiting impatiently for her soft knock on the door to my office. Usually I don’t bother with the paper mail. Just like most of these fucking emails, they're junk. She knows what to do with them.
After sometime, The light knocking at the door echoes in the small room, and I look at the clock. It's only three minutes later. Not bad, Linda.
Killian Cassano (ml)
Come in.
Linda
#straight went to his desk#
Linda
This is from today.😐
She places the compact stack Infront of me. I stop her, waving my hand and pulling out the small, square, deep red envelope.
Killian Cassano (ml)
No need.
She collects the remaining mail, tapping it lightly on the desk to line everything up together.
Linda
Anything else, sir?😐
She nods her head before turning on her heels. I wait until she's gone. I watch her leave and listen to the door click shut, leaving me in my spacious office alone and in solitude. Just the way I prefer it.
I finally open the envelope with the letter opener on my desk, avoiding the black wax seal embossed with a bold X entirely.
The thick cream parchment slips out easily from the elegant envelope, and the handwritten message is in Madam Lynn’s beautiful penmanship.
I can practically hear her $ultry voice whispering in my ear as I read the sophisticated script.
"Dear Sir,
An auction is to be held on upcoming Sunday and I personally wanted to invite you, Killian. It’s been far too long, and I know you’re in need. Renew your membership first.
I’ll see you soon,
L"
An asymmetric smile plays on my lips. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve been to Club X.
Killian Cassano (ml)
Let's go there then.😏
Killian Cassano (ml)
#got up and walked out of the building#
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Comments
🦋Bhõõmî🦋
A decent one
2022-11-06
1
that's damn sweet
2022-10-31
1