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

around, confused by what appeared to be a simple room with couches and chests. There were doors all along the walls, I resisted the urge to ask where they went.
    Onyx ushered us girls into the center, then turned and whispered to the three other men. Uneasily, I watched them talking, wishing I could hear the words being exchanged.
    “Roseli,” Onyx called out, and the woman straightened. “You'll be working with Master Jack.” He gestured to a man who wore a grinning wolf mask, his arms folded calmly. She made no argument, though I noticed how her lips curled down at the edges.
    Had she wanted to go with someone else?
    “Tara, you're with Master Helm.”
    As he went down the line, I experienced a sense of dread blooming. Who am I going to end up with? I knew who I wanted, but admitting it was shameful. I didn't even dare to bring up his promise to me.
    Finally, as the last of the woman were paired off, that dark man in all his devilish glory turned to face me. “And you, my lovely Opal... You'll be with me, of course.”
    Of course.
    The flicker of pleasure hit me hard. I couldn't mute my relieved smile. If I was going to indulge in this, I wanted it to be with Onyx. I wasn't sure why, but a part of me felt like I could trust him.
    Like I already knew him, somehow.
    He motioned to me, and I came forward, following him to a door in the wall. “You'll all go with your Masters and be sequestered for your training.”
    I'm going to be alone with him!
    That knowledge was overwhelming. I needed something to quench my parched throat, or to soak up the welling arousal in my core. One realization sobered everything.
    He called himself my Master. That feels... wrong.
    With one more glance over at the other women, their figures vanishing into various exits, I looked back up at Onyx.
    The man radiated an aura of command, but I didn't think of him as my Master. I didn't think of anyone like that. This underground world was sexy, and decadent, but as much as he claimed this would change me...
    I knew better.
    I wasn't a slave. Onyx couldn't break me.
    Calmed by my rationalization, I followed him through the door.
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    E verything was dark, a velvety orange. I gazed around, noting everything, but mostly the silence. I'm really alone with him . To say I was having second thoughts about this was putting it mildly.
    The room had soft carpet, smooth walls. It was decorated with various devices, all of which made my heart beat faster.
    Chains hung from the ceiling, or were bolted to the floor. In one corner, I saw a glass shower. It disturbed me to see something so normal. Why is that even here? I don't think I want to know.
    The furniture was unique; padded and angled in ways that made it clear they were meant for devious purposes. Saw-horses, stocks, things I couldn't identify, they were everywhere.
    He moved beside me, making me jump when his soft glove cupped my chin. Forcing my head up, Onyx looked into my face. I was grateful, again, for the mask.
    “I'm pleased you decided to become a sub, Opal. Did you decide because of the show the other night?”
    The memory of the blonde woman, begging and writhing, had me chewing my tongue.
    “Or,” he chuckled, “Did you choose after you spoke with me? Did I intrigue you?”
    He's perceptive. And god, the way he phrases things!
    His fingers tightened, bordering on painful. “Answer me, girl.”
    “Y—yes, I—” That grip squeezed until I winced.
    “No, address me correctly.”
    Correctly? What does he mean?
    My mind churned, fighting the concoction of adrenaline and confusion. Finally, I pulled forth what I thought he wanted. “Yes, Master Onyx.”
    Calling him that made my stomach flip. It felt weird, the words heavy on my tongue.
    Chuckling, he let me go. I rubbed my chin tenderly. “We have a lot of work to do. You've never done anything like this before, have you?”
    “No,” I admitted reluctantly, my eyes moving to the far wall. I was thrown off already, his flip between