Page 2 of Playing with Desire
“My advice, for what it’s worth,” Sawyer offered, his gaze sincere. “Leave your inhibitions at the door and keep an open mind.”
Paige rolled her eyes at her husband’s advice. “Says the man who likes to tie up his wife with ropes in intricate, inescapable knots,” she said about Sawyer’s penchant for Shibari, a Japanese rope bondage that Summer imagined was an incredibly sensual and seductive art form.
“Exactly,” Sawyer said, his tone possessive as he wrapped an arm around Paige’s waist and pulled her closer to his side. “Aren’t you gladyoukept an open mind about trying new things?”
“Maybe,” Paige murmured.
Summer suppressed a full-out grin as Sawyer swatted his wife’s bottom at her impudence, and Paige sucked in a startled breath, her eyes wide as she glanced at her husband.
“What was that for?” she wanted to know.
“Nomaybeabout it, sweetheart,” he corrected her with a smug smile. “You’re dying to know what I have in mind for you once I get you alone tonight. Spoiler alert... the things I plan to do to your sweet, naked body are nothing short of filthy and depraved.”
Having worked for Paige the past three years, Summer was used to the couple’s sexy banter, and she decided that the wordsfilthy and depravedwere going to be her personal motto and her standard for whatever happened tonight. Who knew if she’d ever get this opportunity again, and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less than a night of decadent, sinful pleasure.
“Just how I like it, andyou, best,” Paige replied huskily.
Sawyer released a low, sexy growl. “Fuck, can we just skip Stephanie’s birthday celebration altogether and get to our own private party?”
Paige laughed at her husband’s sudden impatience. “No, we can’t, because that would be rude.”
Her husband groaned, his gaze shifting from his wife’s to Summer’s. “You know this little get-together is all for you girls, because we men don’t give a shit about champagne and cake. Not when we’re in a place like The Players Club, where everyone is having sex, which is whatwewant.”
“You’re such a man,” Paige said as they arrived at the entrance to the club. “Patience is a virtue, honey, and yours will be rewarded with my obedience later this evening,” she promised.
Sawyer’s gaze heated as he smirked at his wife. “I’ll remind you of that when you’re on your knees in front of me and have my—”
Paige quickly put her hand over Sawyer’s mouth, her complexion pinkening. “Jesus, Sawyer, Summer does not need to hear any more of your obscene scenarios.”
He pulled her hand away, chuckling as he kissed his wife’s palm. “Chances are, Summer is going to find herself in a similar position tonight.” Sawyer shifted his gaze to Summer and raised a brow. “Unless you’ve got a dominatrix streak and like to top?”
She felt her cheeks flush at the insinuation. “Umm, no. I’m strictly a bottom,” she confirmed, which meant she preferred a partner who was assertive and called the shots.
Sawyer waved a hand in the air between Summer and his wife. “See, there you go, Paige. Summer may look all sweet and unassuming, but she’s a dirty girl, just like the rest of you.”
“You’re totally incorrigible.” Paige lightly smacked her husband’s chest and shook her head, her dark hair swaying across her bare shoulders. “Try and behave yourself for just a while longer, okay?”
He exhaled a dramatic sigh as he opened one of the ornate double doors leading inside. “I’ll try,” he said, and swept a hand in front of him, indicating that the women enter first.
In the massive entryway, a young woman smiled as Paige walked in, clearly recognizing her and Sawyer.
“Hi, Lise,” Paige greeted the pretty woman, who seemed to be a hostess for the club. “This is Summer Hughes. She has an invitation and should be on the guest list for tonight.”
Summer handed Lise the embossed cardstock giving her permission to enter the club, and the woman double-checked her name on the approved list. “You’re all set. I take it you’re all here for Stephanie’s birthday celebration before having some fun tonight?”
Paige grinned. “Yes, we are.”
“The party is all set up in the VIP lounge,” Lise told them. “And since you both know the way, I’ll let you escort Summer there and give her the first-timer’s spiel about what is located where.”
“I’d be happy to.” Paige looped her arm through Summer’s.
As they headed deeper into the mansion with Sawyer following, Paige familiarized Summer with all the various aspects of the club, from the viewing rooms upstairs, where anyone could watch scenes between couples, to the playrooms and the dungeon, where darker acts unfolded. She indicated up a split staircase to the themed fantasy boudoirs that their friend Stephanie had created, then directed Summer through the main area of the club on their way to the lower level of the mansion.
Couples were already engaged in sexual activities of all sorts, and Summer felt like a voyeur as her wide-eyed gaze took in all the kinky scenarios going on around her. Despite knowing sex happened in a sex club, she couldn’t help being stunned by people’s lack of inhibition as they indulged in various fantasies and fetishes in front of an avid audience.
“Don’t worry,” Paige said to her, as if sensing her initial shock at the open display of nudity and arousing depravity. “If you’re not into being an exhibitionist, there are plenty of private rooms to play in, which is what I prefer. But this is a good place to find a guy who is looking for a female to play with.”
Summer nodded mutely at her friend’s helpful suggestion on finding a suitable partner when the time came, still in silent fascination of her illicit surroundings. The soft crack of a whip, followed by a woman’s cry of pleasure, made Summer’s heart race in anticipation. The sights and sounds all around her saturated her senses and amped up her own desire. She could only imagine how much more intense it would be if she were on the receiving end of a man’s demands and dominance.
