The Arrangement: Book One

By Pia Monroe

It was a case of mistaken identity...
I'd walked into the wrong room and he mistook me for someone else
But the last thing I wanted to do was correct him...
not when I never knew submission could feel so good.

When her friend suggests they attend the Haven Fetish Ball to help lift her mood after her divorce, senior partner Sofia Mason has no idea what the night will hold – certainly not the masked Dominant who now commands her to strip off her clothes and position herself in front of the bed for a spanking.

She's never even been spanked before.

But even as her mind rebels and tells her to leave, Sofia's body has a mind of its own. It complies to everything the mysterious Dom commands as he pushes her to the edge again and again.

And before their session is over, she's begging for more.

But will he grant Sofia her wish?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pia Monroe
• Release date: Feb 24, 2018

Pia Monroe

Pia Monroe is a stay-at-home mum with a degree in Journalism that she could totally use to write the latest news but she'd rather write naughty stories instead. And when she’s not writing those naughty stories, she loves spending time with her family, taking walks on the beach, and drinking peach beer.

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Chapter 1

Sofia

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Ihadn’t meant to walk this far into the house, not when I had no idea what was inside the rooms. And I didn’t want to know. But I was bored and needed to walk around after Sage and I got separated in the grand ballroom. One minute she and I were admiring the sight of a man going down on a woman right in front of us like it was a lesson I wished my ex knew the basics of, and the next minute she was gone.

But I didn’t mind it. After all, she’d brought me to the Haven Ball to help distract me from my recent divorce. After numerous rounds of negotiations as to who’d get the house, the lake cottage and everything else, I signed away eleven years of marriage in a meeting that left me too exhausted to do anything else but sit at home and watch whatever was playing on TV. But as draining as the divorce was, it was better than going on with the charade called our perfect marriage. That farce began the moment I caught him fucking his secretary two years earlier and, of course, he denied it.

At least I’d been able to move on even if it were only lunches at the country club with friends and happy hour with the other partners of the firm. I kept busy as always. Just because I was divorced didn’t mean I was dead although it did mean a split of loyalties for our mutual friends. What can I say? Collateral damage.

But no matter what happened, life went on. Attending the Haven Ball, a fetish party in a private mansion somewhere in the hills of Bel Air, had been Sage’s idea of moving on and celebrating my legalized state of single-hood.

How she knew people with questionable morals amazed me, but I wasn’t complaining. It was better than sitting at home eating another container of ice cream and wondering where I went wrong in my marriage. No wonder Sage was determined to help me forget, insisting that the divorce wasn’t my fault.

Shit happens, Sofia, even to the best corporate lawyers in Beverly Hills, she’d said one night after finishing her session with me, leaving me feeling like a limp noodle on her table.

Sage was a massage therapist for the rich and famous. She was so laid back it wasn’t funny. She was also able to fit into any occasion like she belonged there. Rock stars, bored wives of rock stars, and actors and directors on location. Some of them even flew her out to wherever they were filming. It wasn’t because she was good, she’d told me. It was because they knew she’d keep her mouth shut.

But Sage was only being humble. One didn’t get to be known under one name if you weren’t good.

Maybe you’ll finally meet someone, she’d said while helping me pick out something to wear. You can’t be celibate forever, you know. One day, you’ll probably announce that you’re taking the veil, or whatever it’s called.

Well, at the rate I was going–and the dress I had picked which was nothing like the revealing outfits every other woman was wearing tonight, some of them without anything on but strategically placed clips with chains dangling from their bodies–I just might be celibate for just a while longer. I couldn’t believe the things I was seeing. Worse, I couldn’t believe that I’d willingly signed the contract that Dominic Thorne slid across the table toward me the moment we arrived at the Thorne mansion.

I should have known better than to sign a document without being given enough time to study its terms to the letter. Not that it was complicated; it was a simple document that stated I was attending the party at my own free will, that I wasn’t a member of the media, and while I could freely have sex on the premises, I also had the right to say no. Consent, according to Dominic, was everything. No one was here against their will. There was also a waiting list to get in, and for the men, there was a hefty price tag for membership. Women got in for free–but that was only after he vetted you. Whatever that meant…

Even though every rational cell in my body begged me to get up and leave the crazy yet popular ball despite how awesome it’s supposed to be (even my colleagues expressed their desire to ‘check it out’ the moment they learned I was a guest), I signed my name on the dotted line anyway. As far as lawyer-me was concerned, she was officially on vacation.

But no matter how adventurous I felt for agreeing to come here, I didn’t think I could ever do what most of the masked guests were doing with people they’d just met. Blowjobs, cunnilingus… even outright fucking right in front of everyone although it wasn’t exactly what I’d call an orgy. There seemed to be some kind of formality attached to certain things.

Acts of service, Sage told me. They’re not just random partners hooking up for the night. Most of them are in dedicated relationships… or arrangements, if you will. A Sir, a Mistress, a Dom, a sub. She paused. A slave.

I stared at her, speechless.

And maybe a random hookup or two, she added, chuckling before leading me to the ballroom. I want to check out the shibari master.

That was right before she disappeared on me, leaving me standing there grateful my mask hid