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  The Blood Red Rose Club 1

  Master Salvador’s Dilemma

  Finding the two subs he most desires to make up his triad is only the start of Master Salvador Belmonte's problems.

  He has persuaded his friend Edward to loan him his gay sub, Olafur Jonsson, for one night, so what could possibly ruin that? Edward loves to play tricks and adds his old school friend, Rose Barton, to the mix. She is the woman of Salvador's dreams, but she flees after a misunderstanding, and it is only by chance that he finds her again. Then Olafur seeks refuge with Salvador and Rose when Edward cheats on him once too often. Difficulties arise because of Olafur's sexuality and Rose's jealousy over Salvador's role in the club.

  So what do you get when a bisexual Dom, a gay sub, and a straight female make up a triad? Master Salvador's dilemma! The solution comes in a strange guise.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 36,217 words

  MASTER SALVADOR’S DILEMMA

  The Blood Red Rose Club 1

  Clair de Lune

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  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  MASTER SALVADOR’S DILEMMA

  Copyright © 2013 by Clair de Lune

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62740-916-2

  First E-book Publication: December 2013

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  DEDICATION

  “Intimacy is not always physical; it’s the act of connecting with someone so deeply you feel as if you can see into their soul.”

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About the Author

  MASTER SALVADOR’S DILEMMA

  The Blood Red Rose Club 1

  CLAIR DE LUNE

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Salvador Belmonte drove carefully into the car park. His beautiful dark-blue car, delivered to him only three days ago, was his pride and joy. It smelled of leather and, with the scent of his own cologne, “Aire de Sevilla,” reminded him of his native city. He sat for a moment lost in thought, idly caressing the steering wheel with his long, elegant fingers. He thought about the night that lay before him and smiled.

  With his dark-olive skin and perfect body, Salvador was a sight for sore eyes. His huge dark-brown eyes set wide apart under arching brows promised delight beyond anyone’s wildest wet-dreams. His hair was a glossy blue-black and curled over his ears. One unruly lock escaped to entice as it fell over his eyes. He was of medium height and build. His chest was muscled and covered in short curling hair but his waist and hips were slim and delectable. He had the long, slim legs of a dancer and the graceful carriage, too. His head sat proudly on his shoulders, displaying his pride in his gypsy blood.

  What a night I’m going to have. I’ve long wanted to get my hands on Olafur Jonnson. He’s so delectable and such a well-trained sub, and tonight his Master is bringing him to the club to loan him to me at last. What an ice-god! He’s as different from me as chalk from cheese. I can’t wait to see the contrast of our bodies twined together, my own dark looks contrasted with his pale skin, blond hair, and light-blue eyes. What a long time it’s taken me to convince his Master to loan him to me for just the one night. The BDSM room is reserved for us for the whole night and I can’t wait. I shall use my favourite suede flogger to make all that pale skin glow a delicate pink before sinking my eager cock into Olafur’s hole and fucking him to screaming oblivion. A pity that the room doesn’t have mirrors on the ceiling. That would have provided an added dimension to the whole experience. I really must suggest that they get those installed. The next Doms’ meeting is this week and that will be the ideal time. What a pity I didn’t think of it before and how much more entertaining it would have been tonight.

  His day-dreaming was interrupted as he noticed a small car draw into the space beside his Jaguar XKR-S. A woman got out of the car and he felt the door catch his. Blind fury possessed him and he shot out of the car, ready to confront the stupid woman who had dared to damage his prized possession.

  * * * *

  Where the hell was this bloody club? Rose had been up and down the road a couple of times but had seen nothing that looked remotely like a BSDM club. Why couldn’t they put the name where people could see it? Well, all right, it was a BDSM club, so the neighbours wouldn’t want that advertising, she supposed. Opposite the castle, too, so they’d probably have to be discreet for the sake of the tourists. It might have helped if she’d had a number to put in her GPS and not just the stre
et name and post code. Then she noticed three cars turn into a gate. That must be it. She drove to the gates.

  “The Blood Red Rose” was a large red-brick house overlooking Carlisle Castle and surrounded by a high brick wall. The only entrance seemed to be through the wrought iron gates, which led to a car park. The car park was not too-well lit but she chose a vacant space and headed for it. It was a tight fit, but she managed to get into it with enough room to get out of the car. Unfortunately, as she was getting out of the car, her foot slipped and the door caught the side of the car next to hers. Bugger, that was a real pain. Just my luck. Suddenly an irate man towered over her.

  “What a stupid bloody thing to have done. Couldn’t you have been more careful, woman? Look what you’ve done to my car.”

  He had a torch in his hand and was shining it on a small scratch on the door. She looked and it didn’t seem very bad to her.

  “It’s only a small scratch. I’m really sorry. It was an accident. I slipped as I was getting out of the car and let the door go.”

  He was looking at the scratch and rubbing it with his hand as if he could get rid of it that way.

  “Oh, it will be ok, just needs a bit of wax and a soft cloth. You won’t see it tomorrow,” she said helpfully.

  “I don’t know how you can be so bloody blasé about it.”

  “For fuck’s sake it’s only a car…get over it,” Rose snapped.

  “Of all the stupid comments to make. You scratch my new car then have the temerity to tell me to get over it.”

  “Well if I have to pay for the bloody repair I will. Just don’t keep going on about it like a spoiled child.”

  “Don’t bother. I’ll see to it myself. Anything rather than speak to such an ill-mannered brat again,” the man said coldly.

  Then he turned smartly on his heel and strode off into the club. She watched him go. And I hope I never set eyes on you again, arrogant bastard. He’s really pissed me off and for two pins I’d go back home. Yes and do what? Another night of mindless TV? Best get into the club and at least give it a chance, see if it was all it was cracked up to be. Well that looks good, they have illuminated the facade of the club. A bloody pity they didn’t have more light like that in the car-park.

  Built in the eighteenth century in the Georgian style, with a facade of red brick, it stood three storeys high. In the centre a shallow flight of steps led up to a large door. It was painted a glossy black with a diamond pane set into the top half with a picture of a red rose and drops of blood dripping out of the petals. That was the only indication that this was the club she sought. Elegant Georgian windows flanked the door, but no light showed save that which illuminated the red rose panel. Well it looks very, very expensive, so I hope the evening is going to be worth it. She mounted the steps, opening one side of the double doors, and then she stepped into the foyer and caught her breath. The interior walls were all bare brick. Red leather curtains covered the windows. Two deep alcoves housed pedestals with beautifully arranged displays of deep red roses, whose heady scent reached her. She made her way to the reception desk on the left. Behind it stood a woman dressed in a blood-red velvet corset that showed off her hour-glass figure and ample breasts to perfection.

  What a lovely woman. Now, Rose, don’t get envious. I love the way both arms are decorated with 3D tattoos of red roses, dripping tears of blood. Obviously the club logo and it suits the girl. That row of piercings in each ear and one in her left eyebrow! Maybe I should get some piercings and have a make-over, a few tattoos. It might liven my life up. She has the whole deal. That spiky black hair dyed scarlet at the ends and spider’s webs delicately drawn on both brows to complete the ensemble. She looks stunning. I do hope they aren’t all like that or I’m wasting my time here.

  “Hello, I’m Sue. Can I help you? You aren’t a member are you?”

  “No. I’m here for the evening, to see if I like the club.”

  “Ok. Well you need to fill in these forms.” A lovely smile curved her blood-red lips and lit up her green eyes. She handed Rose the usual forms and a pen and left her to get on with it.

  “Here you are. I’ve answered them all. Here’s the fee, too.”

  “Thank you. The ladies’ locker room is over there. You can leave your stuff in one of the lockers. No shoes are to be worn by subs unless a Master tells you to. Better hope one doesn’t, as the ones that want shoes usually want five-inch heels and they make your feet hurt like a bitch.” Sue smiled at her.

  As Rose turned to go to the ladies’ locker room the front door opened and two men came in. Her breath caught in her throat. It can’t be him, not here, not now. I’ve not seen him since we left school but it must be. She felt the familiar punch in her stomach as her heart lurched and her breathing hitched. Just what I need tonight, another complication. Bugger. I never really got over him. He still has the power to reduce my legs to jelly. Let’s hope he doesn’t notice, but no doubt he will. He never used to miss a thing. I can’t draw back now either. I’ve paid the bloody fee, too. Why the hell couldn’t he have arrived five minutes earlier? Then I could have said I’d changed my mind and gone back home. She shivered under her long coat. This was going to be another disastrous night.

  She backed into the shadows near the entrance to the locker rooms. She collided with a solid body and felt one of her heels land on a foot. She turned round, an apology on her lips. She never uttered it.

  “Madre de Dios, you again? Am I to have no escape from you and your clumsiness?” he asked angrily.

  “You! Why are you always in my way?” she countered.

  He was so close the heady, spicy smell of his cologne took her breath away. Combined with the clean masculine scent that his skin gave off, it filled her nostrils and she felt the attraction deep in her belly. No, no, no. Not him. I can’t be attracted to him of all people. She felt his anger wash over her in waves, but there was something else too. Startled, she looked at his face and the large dark eyes filled with anger and a fire deep within them. No, I must be mistaken. I must be projecting my feelings onto him. There’s no point in letting myself get attracted to him. Normally he’d not give me a second look and after tonight I must be the last woman on earth he’d consider. Ah well, just my rotten luck again. What a pity! Such a handsome specimen but then he’s an arrogant man. Do I really want to get involved with him? Don’t deceive yourself. If he asked you’d fall over yourself to say “yes, please.”

  She heard him take a deep breath and expected a long tirade about her clumsiness and his poor foot. Indeed he bent and rubbed his foot and looked up at her.

  “Not content with damaging my car, you start on me now. My foot is going to be sore for a long time if it’s not bleeding too.”

  “For goodness sake, grow up. Both have been accidents. If I never see you again it will be too soon.”

  “It seems to me you have way too many accidents, my girl.”

  “I am not your girl and never want to see you again.”

  “As you well know that’s just an expression. You are never likely to be my girl, or anyone else’s if you carry on in this way.”

  They were toe-to-toe by now and their voices, at first fairly low, had gradually increased in volume, attracting the attention of all those in the lobby. His breathing was heavy and there was a strange look in his eyes. She’d had enough, and whirled away, forgetting for the moment just why she’d retreated into the shadows. When she remembered, it was too late.

  “Rose Barton. I haven’t seen you since we left school. It is Rose isn’t it?”

  Oh my God it is him. I’d best put a good face on and pretend to be pleased to see him.

  “Yes, it’s good to see you, too, Edward. It’s been such a long time. What have you been doing all these years and why are you in Carlisle?” Stop babbling and let him get a word in, for goodness sake. You aren’t a moon-struck teenager now. Get a grip of yourself. Easier said than done, as she looked up at him. That was a big mistake. If anything he’d got even mor
e sinfully handsome than she remembered. What would he want with an older version of a tall, plump, none-too-pretty woman who talked too much when she was nervous? He hadn’t wanted her then, so why should he now? My God, who is the other man, a slim blond with a face like a Nordic god? What a dish, too.

  * * * *

  Edward and Olafur had checked in and just as they turned to go through to the club’s main area Edward noticed her. He couldn’t miss the heated argument going on between her and Salvador. Suddenly she whirled away and started towards them. She looked nervous and was looking at them as if she recognised them. She was of medium height with a riot of curly chestnut hair that reached past her shoulders. She was wearing a long raincoat, but it was open and the corset and short skirt underneath in some amber-coloured fabric showed off her curves. He knew her from somewhere, but where? Then it dawned on him.

  “Rose Barton. I haven’t seen you since we left school. It is Rose, isn’t it?” He must have startled her because she looked at him out of wide, frightened eyes. They were nice eyes, too. Hazel with flecks of green and long, curling lashes. She’d always been a pretty girl. Now she was a very attractive woman.

  She spoke and it all came out in a rush. Some things about her clearly hadn’t changed.

  “I…I’m just visiting. I’d heard about this club and wanted to see for myself what all the fuss was about. Fancy meeting you here. I haven’t seen you for years. What are you doing here?”