Getting back into the car, we drove straight to Desire's Den. All of us, Callan, Gideon, and me, had taken the liberty of buying suitable outfits for the club for Emma. We never knew when we'd be there, so we thought it was smart to keep clothes for her there as well.

The one and only Jennifer were behind the receptionist desk, go figure. Her smile blossomed at the sight of me and ignored Emma altogether.

I suppressed a vile shudder at the feel of her eyes on me. I've said it before, and I'd say it again, I quite honestly couldn't see what my sister saw in her.

Jennifer had had an interest in me ever since our first meeting. It was innocent enough, but the hardly hidden flirtation in her voice was tiering and wholly unwelcome.

"Hello, Mateo," Jennifer purred, trying to sound sexy.

"Hello," my voice was curt. In the past, I'd been perhaps too friendly to Jennifer for her to completely understand my uninterest.

She brushed her hair behind her back and dragged her fingertips over her collarbone slowly. "Callan is in his office. I can lead you to him? It's been so long since we've been able to talk." I could see right through her, and so it seemed, Emma could too.

Emma grabbed my hand possessively. I smiled, liking the way Emma was marking her territory, and showing the other woman that I was hers.

I didn't miss Jennifer's lips curl in disgust when she finally gave Emma some attention. My eyes narrowed at Jennifer in warning–Callan had informed me that Emma wanted to handle her instead. Still, if Jennifer said even one thing I didn't like to Emma, she was out.

"No need, we know the way," Emma said sweetly and promptly led me towards the stairs.

"Hey!" Jennifer yelled after us, and I turned around to see what she wanted.

"She's not dressed by our dress code," she pointed out, sounding irritated, which was probably more because of the woman on my arm than her not following the dress code.

"We've got it handled. I know the rules very well," I said before turning back around and walked with Emma down the stairs.

"What a bitch," she muttered under her breath, and I chuckled. "How well do you know her?" she asked as I took the lead, walking us through the dungeon. The music and people talking were impossible to ignore. Emma tensed slightly, and I knew I'd made the right choice in bringing her here. She needed to be comfortable being here, seeing as we would be here from time to time.

"She's my sister's friend, her best friend actually," I said. "But Rebecca is definitely nothing like her." She took that as an answer and didn't push it further, because honestly, Jennifer and I were just acquaintances.

Guiding her upstairs, I steered her to Callan's playroom. "What are we doing here?" she asked, curiosity seeping into her voice.

"Well, for now, we're here to get you changed into some other clothes." I walked to the closet and opened it. Aside from a couple of suites for Callan, the rest was for Emma–all in black, of course.

My hands itched from the excitement of picking something out for her to wear. I remembered how jealous I'd been when Callan sent me a photo of the outfit he'd chosen for her last week. She'd looked absolutely breathtaking in the harness and garter belt. I couldn't count how many times I'd used those photos in the nights she wasn't with me.

Choosing a corset that covered her breasts and picked out panties, both made of faux leather, I handed them to her, along with a pair of tight high boots.

"Wear this for me, gorgeous," I commanded her, eager to see her in something I'd chosen. I knew that no matter what she'd wear, she'd still look perfect, but it was something else to pick it out myself.

Emma accepted the clothes with a hesitant nod and laid them on a chair before starting to undress. I didn't take my eyes off of her for a second, enjoying the show she put on for me unintentionally. Fuck, everything she did was a turn-on for me; no matter how small or big, she always made it sexy. She didn't even have to try.

I frowned as she took off her top, my eyes zeroing in on the bruise on her left biceps. Without thinking about it, I took her hand gently, stopping her from taking off her jeans as I looked more closely at the bruise. "What happened? Did someone hurt you?" My voice was gruff when I asked, already burning with the need to beat down the one who'd cause the blue and purple tint on her otherwise perfect creamy skin.

When Emma laughed, my frown grew deeper. What the hell was so funny?

"Relax, I was just a clutz at work. Nobody hurt me but myself." She smiled at me; her eyes filled with humor.

Thank God. I'd been just about ready to get Callan's PI to track this imaginary guy down and teach him a lesson on what happened to guys that put their hands on women.

Emma got her pants and bra off and put on the panties. Next, she picked up the corset and worked it over her head and down her chest. "Do you mind lending me a hand?" she asked, turning her back to me so I could get to the strings in the back.

Starting at the top, I expertly laced the corset, making sure it wasn't too tight and that she would still be able to breathe comfortably. I tied it off with a neat bow.

Next, Emma grabbed the boots and slid them on, adding height to her relatively short length. Even with the heels on, she was still several inches shorter than me.

She turned around, letting me see the results, and fuck, she looked like my dirtiest fantasy come true with her hourglass shape and an inner glow that shone through. My dick hardened instantly, and I had to force myself not to reach for her.

Later, I promised myself. I'd brought her here for a reason, and it wasn't to get my cock inside of her as fast as possible. No, she needed to learn to be comfortable in this place. Not only that, but it was also important for me that she was comfortable in her own body.

It could be considered weird that outside of the club, we were protective of her body. We didn't like that she showed an unnecessary amount of skin to anyone that wasn't us but be so cool with it at DD. Hell, we even encouraged it. The thing was, here, people would respect that she was ours. They wouldn't cross any lines or do something stupid.

We were proud to show the members our beautiful girl at this club because it was safe enough to do so here.

"Stunning," I breathed as I took in the way the corset pushed her breasts up. They were practically spilling over the cups.

Emma smiled happily at me like my compliment meant the world to her. Oh, darling, I'll compliment you every second if it meant you'd continue to smile like that to me.

"Let's go downstairs," I said and put my hand on her back, not because I needed to lead her, but because I craved to touch her.

I didn't miss the people looking at us on our way down, and neither did Emma. She tensed slightly under my touch but relaxed again when I moved my hand to her nape and stroked her skin with my thumb.

"Want a drink?" I offered, trying to keep her at ease. Knowing she'd struggled and probably still did with anxiety, I now understood why she stiffened when she got attention from strangers. Which was another reason why it was a good thing to be here. Like she'd told me during dinner, exposure therapy was the best way to get over her fears.

"Sure," she answered softly and let me guide her to the bar.

We took a seat on the bar stools beside each other. Chris, a bartender that had worked here for a couple of years, stepped up to take our orders. He smiled when he looked at Emma.

"It's good to see you again. Emma, right?" he asked. If I hadn't known he was a good guy, I hadn't been so chill. Still, how the hell did they know each other?

"Hi, yes, it's good to see you too. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name..." Emma admitted, making me pleased. He mustn't have made a lasting impression on her.

"That's okay. I'm sure you had a lot to think about that night. It's Chris," he informed her, continuing to smile kindly at her. Looking to her left, he saw me and nodded in hello.

"Can we get a glass of brandy and Scotch on the rocks?" I ordered gruffly when I had his attention. As much as I wanted Emma to have friends with people who understood her kinks, my possessiveness didn't want that to be a man–and a dominant at that.

"Brandy and scotch coming right up." The man gave another smile to my girl before he went to get our drinks.

"So, pray tell, is there something special we'll be doing here?" she inquired, quirking a brow. She was cute when she tried to be serious.

"Look at the sections we have for public scenes. What do you see?" I asked and looked past her towards a particular section, which was empty.

"The usual. People in the middle of a play?" I didn't answer, letting her come to a conclusion herself. "There's an available section. Huh...I haven't seen that before." When she looked back at me and saw my expression, her mouth fell open in shock.

"Will we...uh...are you planning on having a scene here?" Emma asked with wide eyes.

"I don't know if you're prepared for that yet, which is why you need to tell me. Are you ready to have a public scene? And be completely honest. I won't get disappointed if you're not." I'd reserved one of the sections for us tonight, just in case. I didn't want to push her too far, so it was essential to give her a choice to back out if I wasn't sure she was, in fact, ready.

She swallowed heavily, and I could see a million thoughts swarming her mind. "It's okay if you're not," I assured her again when she'd been quiet for too long.

"No, I'm... I'm ready."