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  The Mystic Museum 3

  Unleashing the Woman Within

  Rowena Milestone, corporate executive, has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she can’t seem to have an orgasm even though she likes sex. Her position in the corporate man’s world tends to intimidate her dates. They perform well enough in bed, but they just don’t push her over the edge, until she meets Stephen.

  Stephen Sloan has a secret. He belongs to a very special, no holds barred, anything goes sex club. He never thought he’d meet anyone like Rowena there, so he wanted to believe her outrageous story that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. When she disappeared without a trace he knew she’d been telling the truth. Now armed with three pieces of information he is determined to find her.

  Rowena was devastated when the curator of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, "If the universe is willing, he will come to you." Fat chance she has of that happening.

  Note: This book contains forced seduction.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 20,900 words

  UNLEASHING THE WOMAN WITHIN

  The Mystic Museum 3

  Loc Glin

  EROTIC ROMANCE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  UNLEASHING THE WOMAN WITHIN

  Copyright © 2014 by Loc Glin

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prelude

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  About the Author

  UNLEASHING THE WOMAN WITHIN

  The Mystic Museum 3

  LOC GLIN

  Copyright © 2014

  Prelude

  Every full moon Minerva stands outside the doors of the Mystic Museum. She is its appointed guardian and caretaker. She watches for the sign indicating the chosen mystic walker. The light of the full moon will swirl around the mystic walker creating a radiant aura that can be seen only by the guardian. It is the guardian’s duty to guide the chosen one to their destined path.

  Chapter 1

  Rowena hailed a cab, her impeccable red manicure flashing as her hand waved at the passing vehicles. She looked every inch the corporate executive that she was. Her black hair was cut in a precise bob, feminine, but it could not be considered sexy. It was functional and suited her busy lifestyle. Her expensive tailored suit fit her perfectly. Her heels were a bit more stiletto then they should be, but she liked her shoes. They enabled her to express her feminine side.

  She could by no means be considered beautiful. Her strong features were feminine enough when she let go of her business demeanor. That business demeanor was what got her to the top. She was a formidable foe.

  Her competitive spirit is what made her love butting heads with the men that controlled her corporate world. She was good at her job, and she loved to prove it. Unfortunately that left very little time for a personal life, and no time for romance.

  She hoped her date tonight would break the long run of disappointing men she’d met in the last year.

  * * * *

  Rowena slipped into her clothes as quietly as possible. She picked up her shoes then tiptoed out of the bedroom.

  This is why she never went back to her apartment with the date. She didn’t like sneaking out into the night like a thief, but she’d learned it was easier for her and for the man if she did. She’d suffered through enough uncomfortable breakfasts, embarrassing good-byes, and the untruthful “I’ll call you” to know when to cut her losses.

  There had to be a man out there who could surprise her, someone who could bring her to orgasm. She’d had one, so she knew they existed. She was getting tired of searching for another. It was always so close and yet so far. She liked sex. She liked it a lot. Why else would she keep trying?

  The men she met didn’t want to push the limits with her. She was intimidating at times. She tried to keep that aspect of her personality under control. When on the date, she tried to be just another woman. She was beginning to think that was a lost cause. All a man could see was the powerful corporate executive that she was. Conversation usually bought that fact up.

  This man had almost made it, but this would be their last date. They’d had sex on the second and on the third dates. At least six times over the course of the two dates. She’d give him credit for that much. He pleasured her well enough. Unfortunately she was left still searching for that elusive orgasm. She decided to cut her losses and not invest any more time with him. A phone conversation later today would be sufficient. If he wanted to meet in person, she would do that. Sometimes that would happen. It wouldn’t happen with this one. Eric wasn’t emotionally invested in her. She knew that. This would not come as a surprise to him.

  * * * *


  Two weeks ago she’d had the breakup conversation with Eric. She hadn’t gone out since. It had been a while since she’d been inside a museum. Why she had the urge to go tonight was beyond her. She didn’t have anything better to do so why not?

  She looked up at the full moon. In her peripheral vision she saw an elegant woman dressed in black. It seemed as though the woman was looking at her. The woman was shaking her head with an odd expression.

  Rowena entered Minerva’s Mystic Museum through the beautifully carved double doors. It wasn’t long before she was impressed with the unusual and eclectic collection. She walked from one area to the next.

  She stood in front of one painting for quite some time. A dark-haired, bare-chested man stood with his legs spread apart. He wore black leather pants and boots. He had a Zorro or Lone Ranger mask covering his eyes. She could swear those dark and brooding eyes were staring at her. His wrists were covered in leather. One hand held a blindfold, the other handcuffs. Both were fisted and planted on his hips. The room in which he stood was plain. The drab olive-green walls made his figure seem all the more vibrant and alive.

  What would it be like to be dominated by a man like that? Her fingers twitched just thinking about touching that muscled body. Her private regions became warm and moist.

  She moved away from the picture, tried to occupy her mind with something else, but somehow her feet found their way back to it. She looked up and frowned at the painting before her.

  “He is a fine specimen, is he not?” a female voice said from behind her.

  Rowena turned her head. She looked the woman up and down and recalled the woman dressed in black that she’d seen while outside. “Yes, I suppose he is.”

  “I am Minerva, curator of the museum.”

  Rowena nodded. “I’ve never been here before. Truthfully I didn’t know it existed.”

  “People find us when the time is right for them.” Minerva offered her hand.

  Rowena frowned, but took Minerva’s hand. “I am Rowena Milestone.”

  Minerva looked her right in the eye, something most people found difficult to do. She’d been told her gaze made people nervous. Minerva’s gaze made her nervous. She felt like her insides were being turned inside out and twisted about.

  Minerva frowned. “I would never have guessed…as you wish,” she whispered.

  “Excuse me?” Rowena said.

  “I’m sorry. I was thinking out loud. It is nice to make your acquaintance, Rowena Milestone,” Minerva said. She released Rowena’s hand. “Safe journey,” she said over her shoulder as she moved away.

  Rowena looked at the woman’s retreating back. Nice dress, she thought as she passed out.

  Chapter 2

  Stephen Sloan had a secret. He’d discovered this club five years ago quite by accident. Since then he’d become a regular. The club provided the training needed to properly and safely use and apply the toys, as he called them. If he used them correctly, he could bring a woman to extraordinary heights of pleasure. He took great pride and pleasure in his ability to do that.

  The women came for their own reasons. They could role-play if they chose to. Some did, most didn’t. Some women were a dominant like him. One thing was certain. They were here because they wanted to be here. They knew it was an anything-goes, no-holds-barred encounter. All participants were tested for drugs and diseases before being allowed to participate. Protection was required for all anal penetration. That usually didn’t interest him.

  He’d yet to find a woman that piqued his interest enough to want a second encounter, in or out of the club, so the rule of no fraternizing outside the club had never concerned him. In the beginning he’d wondered about the rule. Maybe it was in place to ensure the clientele returned to the club. Maybe it was a about privacy issues. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter anymore. This would be his farewell visit to the club. He would miss it, so this time he was thinking about trying something different.

  By trade he was a linguist. His company had need of his services in New York. He was being transferred there for an indefinite period of time. He didn’t know if he would find a place as safe as this one in New York. He had no doubt they existed. Kinky sex would not be hard to find in a place as large as New York City.

  Here he could enjoy a bare adventure, encounter, fuck if you will, but he never did that. He was more cautious than most. His logical and rational mind told him there was a margin of error in the testing factor, so he normally opted for protection.

  The restraints were real. Ropes, chains, handcuffs, it added to the richness of the encounter. Some of the clientele just liked pain, but that wasn’t where his interests wandered. His pleasure came from straddling the fine lines between giving, receiving, and anticipating pleasure pain. The handcuffs, ropes, and chains weren’t required, although he’d learned most women wanted them. They seemed to heighten the level of the experience. The rooms were all the same, drab walls and sparse furnishings, which consisted of a brass bed, end tables, and a full bathroom. A small kitchen area containing a table and chairs and a very small refrigerator was also provided. The refrigerator was stocked with snack food and soft drinks. There was a cafeteria in the building. He would usually take a break between women there. Standing outside the door of the room he would use on this, his last night, he looked for the folder which normally contained the safe word and some of the preferences of the submissive partner. This was the first time there was no paperwork. He thought it odd, but it didn’t concern him. He would supply a safe word. During the time he’d been doing this he’d gained enough experience to be able to correctly read the submissive’s true feelings. If he happened to be off in his judgment there was always the safe word to protect both him and the submissive.

  What would this woman be like? He longed to find someone he could connect with emotionally and intellectually. It would be nice if that person enjoyed this lifestyle. So far, he hadn’t met anyone he clicked with that way here in these rooms. He kept trying though. He was an optimist, and a believer in destiny.

  He turned the doorknob and opened the door. The woman had asked to be shackled in the standing position. Her arms were above her head and her legs were spread. Her clothes were on hangers to keep them neat. That was unusual. She stood there in red stiletto heels that matched her nail polish and lipstick. Her black hair appeared unruffled. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He wore his usual black leather outfit.

  The woman’s head snapped to the door. Her icy blue stare almost froze him in his tracks. This may be interesting, he thought.

  “Release me at once,” she ordered.

  She was good. He almost believed she meant it. “I don’t think so.” He continued toward her, blatantly admiring her form. She wasn’t exactly what he considered the normal type for this place. In fact she was far from it. She was rather thin. She had long legs. He pictured them wrapped around him and began to get hard. Her breasts were on the small side compared to the artificially enhanced bosoms he usually encountered here. He found that refreshing. He wanted to touch them, just because they were real.

  She began to blush when she noticed he was gobbling her up visually.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice not quite as bold as it had been a moment ago.

  “Looking,” he said.

  Her blush deepened. Her head turned to follow him as he moved behind her. “Where am I?”

  “You have a fine ass,” he said. He slapped one cheek, causing her to jump and scream with surprise. The chains rattled and the shackles clinked.

  “Are you crazy?” she shouted. He slapped the other cheek. She screamed louder. “What’s the matter with you?” She craned her neck over her shoulder trying to see him.

  He leaned over and kissed first one cheek and then the other, then caressed the pink spots he had just kissed.

  “You have a very tender bottom. It goes pink rather quickly. I love to kiss the rosy warm skin after a good slap. It excites me,” he wh
ispered into her ear. “Your safe word for tonight is pansy.”

  Her breath hitched. Were those goose bumps he saw prickling her flesh? “Repeat the safe word please.”

  “Why?”

  “For our safety.”

  “What do you mean safety?”

  “Repeat the safe word please.”

  “Pansy! Now, why am I here and what are you going to do?” she demanded. Her voice filled with bravado.

  “All in good time,” he said. He went to the wall and picked out a riding crop with a soft leather tip. He moved in front of her with the crop in one hand.

  Her eyes widened with what looked like fear, and then anger. “What is your name?” she demanded.

  Her bearing straightened. Even though she was locked in chains, she held herself in a commanding manner, as if it was her due to be answered. As if he was beneath her and therefore he must do as she said. Like a queen ordering a peasant about. He had to smile.

  “You may call me Stephen. What may I call you?”

  “I am Rowena Milestone. Release me at once, Stephen.”

  She said his name with an icy blast. She was used to being obeyed. Maybe she was a Dom trying her hand at a submissive part. If that was the case, she wasn’t doing very well. “Why do you think you’re here, Rowena?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” She looked confused now. “I was in front of the painting, and now I’m here.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand. This must be a dream. It has to be a dream.” It sounded as if she was trying to convince herself.