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  Destiny

  Hilltops Series: Book One

  Faith Starr

  Hilltops 1: Destiny

  Copyright © February 2017 by Faith Starr

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  E-Book ISBN: 978-1-948989-02-2

  Paperback ISBN: 978-1-948989-04-6

  Editors: S.N. Graves, Rebecca Fairfax, Faith Starr

  Cover Artist: April Martinez

  Published in the United States of America

  This book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Warning

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is intended for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Faith Starr will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of her titles.

  To those who don’t believe dreams come true.

  They can, and they do.

  Contents

  1. Jordin

  2. Noah

  3. Jordin

  4. Noah

  5. Jordin

  6. Noah

  7. Jordin

  8. Noah

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  10. Noah

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  76. Noah

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  78. Noah

  79. Jordin

  80. Noah

  Epilogue

  Purity Sneak Peak

  Titles By Faith Starr

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  About Faith Starr

  Acknowledgments

  Music Playlist

  1

  Jordin

  I shook my hand and stretched my fingers. They ached from signing what seemed like a thousand documents, all of them in one way or another having to do with confidentiality and nondisclosure agreements. Something I knew about well, except in this particular instance.

  Putting words to the upcoming observation was going to be another challenge altogether, and something I would have to figure out later because the doorknob jiggled, which meant I was finally going to meet the owner of Hilltops in person.

  Holy shit! My palms began to sweat as he approached and extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

  Keep it together.

  Speaking on the phone with Noah Dorian was one thing but pairing the deep voice with the picture of beauty standing in front of me was too much to take in at once.

  Breathe.

  What the hell was he looking at? I glanced down at my clothing to see if I had a stain or something. Nope.

  “Ms. Turner, is everything all right?” His brows crinkled with concern as he posed the question, his hand still extended out in front of me.

  Lift arm, shake hand. It’s not difficult.

  For some odd reason, my brain was delaying the process of getting the information to my limbs.

  “Oh, yes. Forgive me. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, and please, call me Jordin.”

  Nonchalantly, I rubbed my palm against my skirt to wipe it dry before reciprocating his good manners.

  Thank you, brain, for cooperating.

  His firm grip and contact caused my heart rate to accelerate beyond my target zone and into dangerous territory.

  He had such an aura of confidence about him. I was all about thinking things through and processing them, but something about this man had my mind and body in a tizzy. It had been that way since our first telephone conversation—the self-assurance in his voice and the way he answered my questions as if we were merely chatting over tea.

  Every time I hung up the phone I would fantasize about what he looked like. I mean, with a deep, sexy voice like his, I knew he had to be dashing. That was an understatement now that I’d seen the real thing. Holy moly. I was doomed.

  “I usually don’t agree to these kinds of requests. In all honesty, this type of situation has never presented itself.”

  “I’m very grateful for the opportunity you’re providing me with.” I had faith my outsides weren’t betraying me and giving away what my insides presently felt. “You can rest assured I’ll abide by all your confidentiality requirements.”

  “I’m glad to hear that. My assistant, Tasha, will be escorting you to the viewing area shortly. As you’re already aware, we’re a very private and exclusive club. You’ll be observing one scene tonight. Luckily for you, the submissive is an exhibitionist, which means she happily agreed to your presence in watching her engage in a scene.”

  “Will you be participating with her?” Hey! My unconscious spewed out words without my conscious mind’s permission.

  Noah had told me during one of our phone conversations that he sometimes engaged in scenes at the club. I was suddenly curious whether tonight was going to be one of those times. The thought alone of seeing him do whatever it was he did in person had me perspiring and suddenly feeling very overheated. Maybe I was experiencing a hot flash? No, I was way too young for that sort of thing. It was definitely because of Noah Dorian.

  I rubbed my neck—it felt a bit clammy—and
shifted in my chair. I bit my lip in embarrassment, the corners of his turning up in amusement. Shoot me now. I tucked some loose hair behind my ear.

  “I mainly run the business office, but there are times when I have to fill in. Tonight happens to be one of those times.”

  Darn, it was like he could already read my mind. I was double doomed. If he only knew the intensity of his stare answered a silent prayer.

  Blink.

  “The submissive has requested two Dominants; therefore, I’ll be working with Master Derek. You’ll meet him at a later time. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I need to go and prepare for the scene. I look forward to seeing you afterward.”

  Really?

  With a simple grin, I sat up tall, feeling pleased.

  Before exiting, he nodded in acknowledgment as if to say, “See you later,” and he was gone.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  What was I getting myself into? Doing research about this type of lifestyle and seeing it firsthand were two completely different things.

  De do do…

  I sat patiently waiting for Mr. Dorian’s assistant, my fingers tapping vigorously on the armrests, practically burning a hole in the leather covering them, and my feet doing their best Riverdance impression on the travertine floor. It was probably the result of both anxiety and anticipation. From my limited knowledge about protocol I knew that no matter what I saw, I couldn’t act surprised or disgusted. I had to remain objective without personal judgment.

  “Good evening, Jordin. I’m Tasha. It’s nice to finally put a face to the voice. If you’re ready, I’ll now be escorting you to the viewing area.”

  With her accent, she was definitely from the South, and pretty too.

  “As ready as I’m ever going to be.” My heart was beating so fast it became almost difficult to breathe. I got up, holding on to my purse as though it was my lifeline.

  “First time observing?”

  Was it that noticeable?

  “Yes.” A little humility never hurt anyone. I stood up straight, my shoulders back, with false bravado.

  “You’re in for a treat, then. Take a deep breath, because I’m sure what you’re about to see is going to blow your socks off, but in a good way.” She winked.

  “Umm, thanks.”

  “There’s no need to worry yourself. All you have to do is remember that whatever you see is for the benefit of the submissive. Hilltops is providing her with a safe haven in which to satisfy her cravings while feeding her sexual needs, allowing her to be fully present and free from societal boundaries. This is a place where guests can be who they truly are with no judgments. I think you’ll be surprised when the scene is over at how beautiful the process can be. Master Noah has agreed to meet with you afterward to answer any questions you might have.”

  Damn. Guess that’s what he had meant by his last comment. My stance became a little less confident.

  “Thank you. That sounds great.” I didn’t understand why my body wasn’t cooperating. All I wanted my lips to do was smile. Was that too much to ask?

  “Let’s go, then. We mustn’t be late.”

  Tasha led the way, stopping in front of a set of French doors, the glass frosted so I couldn’t see what was behind them. She gleamed excitedly before opening them, as if we were about to enter Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.

  Holy shit! Legs, don’t fail me now.

  “This is the dungeon. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get to witness the activities that take place in here one evening. Right now it’s closed. It’ll open later tonight. I thought you’d enjoy a sneak peek on our way to the viewing room.”

  Enjoy? I needed to remove my hand from covering my mouth in awe. I was supposed to be here as a professional, but with my current behavior, I wasn’t appearing as such.

  The room was definitely not a manufacturing plant for candy unless ropes, suspensions, padded tables, whips, and a St. Andrew’s cross were typical of them.

  The walls were covered in dark wood panels. Big stately wood pieces housed a variety of toys for sexual pleasure. Mirrors of various sizes also lined the walls. I could probably spend an entire day exploring the large space. It was like a museum of sorts, except in this case, once again, my palms began to sweat, and my heart raced. It most definitely wasn’t the result of seeing a replica of a Jurassic dinosaur either.

  After our brief visit, Tasha closed the door. I followed her down the hallway, wondering where we were going next. I started to question my decision about whether to go through with this or not.

  “There are many private rooms in this section of the building. It’s called the fantasy suite area. I’ll be taking you to a viewing room, which is for patrons who enjoy watching others engage in play. In case Master Noah didn’t already tell you, you’ll only be permitted to view one scene. Once it’s finished, you’ll be escorted up front to his office. It’s very important that we respect the privacy of other members who might be entering or exiting this area of the club.”

  There were several doors, most of them closed. I followed Tasha inside a small room. I hesitantly dropped my purse and my butt onto a soft leather couch facing a window. An empty room with a padded table and a few smaller tables, which housed a variety of props, presented itself to me. It seemed harmless enough.

  “Please be aware that the participants can see through the glass and open area between the two rooms. Therefore, you’ll need to silence your phone and keep noise to a minimum. No talking is permitted once a scene begins as we want the participants to fully engage in their roles without any distractions.”

  I nodded, too intimidated to reply.

  Cracking knuckles is very unladylike. I don’t recommend it. Yet here I was continuously doing it.

  “I’ll come back for you in one hour. Please wait here until I do so. Don’t look so stressed. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”

  I think I need a safety strap.

  Bet they had one in the room on the other side of the window.

  At least nobody else was in the room to hear me giggling. I was already enjoying this ride a bit too much, and it hadn’t even started yet.

  I pushed the circle on my phone to check the time. Good. The show would begin shortly.

  My legs shook as a result of my feet bouncing up and down on the floor. All the mental preparation I had done beforehand was useless in helping me to relax and detach from my thoughts.

  Separate yourself like you do with your clients.

  It shouldn’t have been difficult for me. After all, I was a psychologist who’d been trained to do just that. So then why was I having such a hard time doing so in this particular situation? Probably because I was totally out of my comfort zone.

  The soft cushion behind my head supported it as I inhaled on a four count and exhaled using the same procedure. A few of those and I’d be good to go. Hopefully.

  A petite young woman had magically appeared on the other side of the window. She was kneeling on a plush beige mat in the corner of the room, her head down on the rug with her long brown hair cascading out in front of her. I couldn’t see her face.

  A grunt to my left had me practically jumping out of my seat. There was a couple sitting a few feet away from me. This place was like frickin’ Hogwarts.

  I took a second to silence my phone. The last thing I needed was someone calling me while I watched people engage in a sex scene. Jeez. That sounded so wrong. I rubbed my brow in response to this realization.

  A moment later, a door opened in the room on the other side of the glass. Noah and another man, whom I presumed to be Derek, stepped inside and walked in front of the bowing girl. They both had on jeans, white T-shirts, and no shoes.

  Separate. Separate. And don’t forget to breathe.

  That always helped as well.

  “You may stand, Lacy. Please walk over to the bench and face us.” Derek was very matter-of-fact in his demand.

  I tried my darndest to view this from a professional standpoint, but my thoughts k
ept drifting elsewhere.

  The pretty woman slowly stood and did as instructed, turning toward them once she reached her destination.

  “Drop your robe to the floor.” Noah’s tone was equally authoritative.

  Derek stepped behind her and whispered something into her ear. Her head fell back against his strong upper body, she smiled, her chest rising and falling with eagerness.

  My chest imitated hers even though I had no clue what he had said to her or what they were going to do to her. But I couldn’t wait to find out. I more or less sat on the edge of my seat. So much for behaving professionally.

  Noah took two steps forward so that the woman was sandwiched in between them. Yummy! Oreos were my favorite. Stop it.

  Derek took a silk tie from a small table and gently wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes, before tying it in back.

  “You like what Master Derek has said to you?” Noah asked.