Free My Secret Master (A Dark Billionaire Romance) by Nora Flite Page A

disappointed, though, that you seem to be terrible at obeying.”
    Obeying.
    That simple word made my lashes flutter. How could this arouse me so much? It was as if I didn't know myself. This skin I wore was another person, a woman tempted by perverse things, a woman flush with dark desire.
    Not me.
    Not Naomi.
    Onyx let his fingers drift, cupping my cheek. Each fraction of me that he touched turned to butter, burned to life. He whispered, “We have a lot of work to do. Now, kneel.”
    Then he let go, cold air forming between us. Released from his grip, my strength gave out. I fell weakly to my knees at his feet. My head hung, ears thumping with the drums of my incessant panic.
    I was never supposed to be here. I'd just wanted to know more about this world, a place that Seth had tried to hide from me.
    Now I was kneeling at the feet of a Master.
    What have I gotten myself into?

- Chapter Eight -
    Naomi
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    I walked with the group down a hallway. Like the other passages, it was dimly lit, but I could see where I was going. It was long, curving here and there. I was positive we were traveling deeper.
    Behind me and the other girls, a trio of men walked. At the head of our parade was Onyx. He led the group, not speaking a word. The only sounds were our heavy steps, and the blood pounding in my temples.
    What am I doing, I can't become a part of this, can I?
    I had to admit, there was a slice of me—a small, tingling spark that made my heart pulse—that wanted to know what was going to happen.
    And why was I scared?
    This whole place was just some kind of sex game. If it got too intense, I could just leave.
    If I want to leave, that is. I shuddered. Stop it. This is insane.
    I shouldn't have been getting worked up, but I was.
    I was thinking about the blonde woman. The gold-masked man had taken her into a realm of pleasure I'd never seen. My belly quivered at the idea of getting to experience being tied down... to be dominated by someone so confident, so powerful...
    Someone like Onyx.
    Lifting my eyes, I peeked over the shoulder of the woman in front of me, the one in the yellow dress. Her name was Rose or something, Roseli?
    Squinting, I focused on the stiff, broad shoulders of the Master at the head of the procession. Studying the back of his skull, the dark hair that the mask couldn't hide, I didn't notice he had stopped moving until I bumped into the other woman.
    Roseli shot a scowl my way. Blushing, I tried to communicated an apology without speaking.
    Onyx spun, his hand reaching out to touch the handle of a heavy door, this one tan and aged. “Listen to me. When you enter this place, there is no turning back.”
    Does that mean, if I want to leave, it has to be now? Before we go inside?
    The idea was appealing, but I was too terrified to speak up, or to even try and wiggle past the men behind me. No one else was moving, the other women didn't seem ready to bolt.
    That's because they were prepared for this, I thought sullenly.
    “Your training starts behind here, and from then on, you will be changed,” he said. “When you return here, you will never be anything more than a submissive—a slave.”
    A slave. My lungs shivered.
    “Keep that in mind,” he went on. “There will be no more cavorting around this dungeon. You will do as you are told, you will become property.” His eyes fell on me, then, staring at me through the sharp shadows.
    As if he were talking directly to me, he said softly, “This is not something to take lightly. If you stay, I promise you... a part of you will never leave. It will always be tied up in this place.”
    I hugged myself to control the shaking that had started in my bones. I wonder what that means?
    “Now.” He smiled. “Let us begin.”
    The door was opened, and everyone followed Onyx inside. My turn arrived, and my heels dug in. The chance at escape was tempting me.
    All I had to do was back away.
    Why didn't I back away?
    Stepping through, I glanced