Page 1 of Playing with Forever
CHAPTER1
Andrea
Biting my bottom lip, I glanced at my reflection in the decorative, floor length mirror propped against my bedroom wall, taking in the slinky black dress and strappy heels I’d chosen for my evening of debauchery. Thin spaghetti straps held up the light, silky fabric, while the material caressed my figure in a way that was meant to accentuate my curves. I could have worn a strapless bra, but decided to go without because tonight was all about being daring, taking chances, and embracing those bad girl tendencies I’d suppressed for too long.
I shifted to check out my backside, and the movement caused the dress’s fabric to brush across my bare nipples, making them furl into visible stiff points. Instead of being self-conscious, I felt sexy and confident. I was young, and my breasts were still high and firm and perky, so why not enjoy that benefit while it lasted?
This wasn’t just an evening out at a club or a casino. I had done that plenty, especially since my breakup with Heath two months ago. No, tonight’s adventure was hopefully going to show me everything I’d been missing.
After years of wishing and wondering, I was finally going to The Players Club, thanks to the invitation my older sister, Madison, had given me. Her and her husband, Rick, were members of the exclusive club in San Diego, but I’d moved back to Las Vegas where I’d been born and raised. About a year ago the owners, Mac and Dean, had opened a second club on an estate in Summerlin, just a short drive away. I was beyond ready and excited to see, learn, and experience everything the club had to offer.
With a combination of nerves and excitement dancing in my stomach, I grabbed my small purse and headed into the living room. As soon as I did, my half-sister, Violet, looked up from where she was reading a book on the sofa, her eyes widening in surprise at the dress I’d chosen to wear, because it was more risqué than I’d normally opt for.
Violet was the reason why I’d moved back to Las Vegas two years ago. After Madison and I had submitted our DNA to an ancestry site on a whim, we’d discovered, much to our shock, that we had a half sibling. I’d been the one to tentatively reach out to Violet, only to learn that our deadbeat—and now deceased—father had been having an affair with Violet’s mother while our own mother had still been alive, and she’d been a product of that tryst.
Shockingly, despite our vastly different personalities, we’d become fast friends, and wanting to establish a true relationship so I could get to know Violet better, I’d made the decision to return to Vegas. After I’d secured myself a job at an advertising agency, we’d moved into an apartment together at first, and since housing was so affordable in the area, after a year of paying rent, we’d decided to buy a condo together as a mutual investment.
“Okay, what do you think?” I asked her, giving a little twirl so she could see the full effect of the outfit. I’d pulled my dark hair back into a sleek ponytail, and the ends brushed my shoulders when I turned. I could easily picture a man tugging on that thick rope of hair with his strong hands, and the thought made me shiver in anticipation of that possibility.
Violet grinned. “Damn, you’re definitely going to turn heads as soon as you walk in the place.”
That was exactly what I wanted to hear, and my self-esteem increased with my sister’s compliment.
Violet, too, was already dolled up, wearing a head turning, body hugging red metallic dress with a dip in the front low enough to expose a good amount of cleavage and showed off the pretty floral tattoo on her arm. Her overall look was very much retro vintage glam—a Rockabilly fashion style she loved and embraced. She’d piled her silky blonde hair on top of her head in a stylish updo, giving her a more sophisticated look.
But instead of accompanying me tonight, she was about to leave for work as a poker dealer in one of the high end casinos on the strip. Her spiky black heels were on the floor next to the sofa, looking dangerous, a perfect match for the tough attitude and street smarts she’d developed growing up in a not-so-great neighborhood on the outskirts of Vegas.
“Okay,” I said, exhaling a deep, fortifying breath. “I think I’m ready to do this.”
Violet dog-eared a page in her book—because she was a heathen who refused to use a bookmark— and stood up, sliding her feet into her heels as she eyed me with sparkling green eyes and a gregarious grin. “All I can say is, eat your heart out, Heath.”
“Are you kidding me?” I said with a caustic laugh. “Heath would have a coronary if he knew what I was about to do.”
Violet smirked in agreement. “Well, then it’s a good thing the prudish bore is a thing of your past.”
I had to agree. The truth was, despite our initial attraction, Heath and I had been incompatible in the bedroom. He was a nice, dependable guy, but all during our six months together our sex life had been dull and uninspiring . . . which eventually made it a tedious chore and not something I looked forward to. While I was sure there were plenty of women who’d appreciate the soft, tentative, missionary sex that Heath preferred, it had left me unfulfilled and unable to orgasm.
I could remember all the times I’d lay in bed after sex, Heath asleep and satisfied while I stared up at the ceiling wishing that there had beenmore. Something a little harder, a little rougher—I wished he’d flip me over onto my hands and knees and fuck me from behind while smacking my ass, or pin me down on the bed and drive into me until I was tender and sore from being fucked good and hard. I wanted to be ravished and blissfully ruined by the time we were done, instead of disappointed and frustrated.
I’d tried talking to him about the situation, opting for honesty, open communication, and expressing my desires, instead of harboring them. I’d suggested roleplaying as a start to ease us both into the experience, and even bought some toys for us to try out—leather cuffs, a flogger, a vibrating wand, and even a cock ring for him. I’d honestly been hopeful, that maybe by me initiating things it would give him the freedom to let loose, that he might enjoy exploring fantasies and being primal and dominant with me.
Yeah, that plan had completely backfired. Instead of excitement, he’d been appalled and told me that kind of perverted sex was for sluts and whores. I’d been shocked, hurt, then royally pissed off with his attitude and insinuation that what I desired was abnormal. Seeing my reaction, he’d tried to back-peddle and apologize, but the damage had been done.
I’d packed up my things from his apartment that night, along with my newpervertedtoys, and ended our relationship. Surprisingly, Heath had tried to grovel his way back into my good graces, but I knew I would always want and need more than he would ever be able to give me.
Which was why tonight’s invitation to The Players Club from my sister Madison was such a gift—and her way of supporting me after I’d confessed the reasons for my break-up with Heath. That a part of me craved a dominant lover who pushed my boundaries and satisfied those salacious needs I could no longer ignore.
Madison assured me that there was nothing shameful about my inclinations and had decided it was time to let me figure out my kinks at The Players Club, hence the invitation. This was my chance to explore and test my limits in a safe place where I wouldn’t be ridiculed for those darker proclivities, or that little slice of pain I’d always secretly wanted to add into the mix of pleasure.
With both of us ready for our evenings ahead, we walked toward the front door, my gaze once again drawn to my sister’s very sexy dress. “By the way, I can’t believe they’re asking you to work in that outfit.” Normally she wore black trousers, a white blouse, and a brocade vest with the casino’s emblem on it.
Violet shrugged as she dropped her cellphone into her purse. “It’s a private poker game in the casino’s penthouse suite with high rollers. They like to look at pretty things while mulling over the cards in their hand. If my boss wants to pay me extra to get sexed up and be some distracting eye candy, I’m happy to do it. Besides, it helps with the tips. So long as they keep their hands to themselves, I’m good.”
“I know you’re more than capable of breaking fingers if someone gets too friendly, but I worry about you.”
She rolled her eyes at my concerned tone. “The last thing you need to worry about isme,” she said, then gave me a pointed look. “You’rethe one going to The Players Club. And, for the record, I’m envious as hell.” She flashed me a grin. “I expect all the sordid details tomorrow.”
“Of course,” I said, then let the tiniest of nerves take hold. “I just hope I don’t stick out like a sore thumb, being a newbie and all.”
