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“Very,” she agreed, and looked up at me, her eyes not filled with the concern or fear I’d been anticipating, but a surprising flash of irritation. “I know what you’re trying to do, Chase. You’re trying to scare me off, but I didn’t come here tonight without being prepared or knowing what I want…”
Andrea’s voice faded as a woman’s moan caught her attention and she glanced over my shoulder, her eyes widening. I turned, curious to see if something had finally pushed her too far. I followed her line of vision to an open area, where another woman was secured to a St. Andrew’s Cross, her dom edging her, alternating between using his hand and a vibrator between her legs to increase the pleasure. He took her right to the brink, then denied her the release, again and again.
“Please,” the woman begged, her whole body shaking with the need to climax. “Oh, god, please, I’ll do anything, just let me come,please…”
He started again, and I could tell by her high-pitched cries she was so close to orgasm—but right at the precipice, the man stopped all stimulation. The woman sobbed in desperation.
Edging was one of my favorite things to do to my partner, and my cock stirred a little on instinct. When I looked back at Andrea and saw her reaction, my dick hardened the rest of the way.
A dark pink flush of arousal colored her cheeks as she stared at the duo with a desire that was visceral. Her pupils were blown wide as she watched, entranced by the scene. Her full lips parted, and I could have sworn I heard a soft, low moan escape her throat. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I could see her hardened nipples, and I couldn’t miss the rapid way her chest rose and fell with each breath she took.
Jesus, Christ. She wanted to be dominated, badly, and I understood that craving for a particular kind of sexual kink more than most. Pain was my pleasure, but I also wasn’t immune to the exhilaration of pushing a woman to her limits, to seeing how much she could handle before I let her come apart. Imagining Andrea in that scenario, with me in control and her helpless to do anything more than accept what I doled out, made my blood run hot in my veins.
Knowing I was probably going to hell for what I was about to do, I stepped behind Andrea, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her backside flush to my body. She gasped, her hands touching my arm as she instinctively sank back against me, then deliberately rubbed her ass along the hard length of my cock, tempting and teasing me.
I’d tried my best to make her see reason, but I knew that Andrea was on a mission and there was truly nothing else I could do to dissuade her from finding another man to give her what I was capable of providing. The thought of anyone else touching her, or fucking her, was no longer an option for me. If she played with anyone tonight, it was going to be me.
I splayed a hand low on her belly, and her head fell back against my shoulder, her hips rolling in a silent plea for my fingers to traverse lower, to slide between her legs and stroke her pussy the same way the man in front of us was making his submissive squirm.
“Chase,” she whimpered, sounding a bit delirious. “I want…I need…”
She was so caught up in the lust coursing through her body that she couldn’t even get the words out. “I know exactly what you need,” I murmured into her ear. “Better than you do. Why don’t I take you to a private room and show you?”
She nodded jerkily, and didn’t even hesitate to give me exactly what I wanted, which was her. “Yes, please.”
CHAPTER3
Andrea
Chase’s offer knocked the wind out of me, but as reckless and utterly insane as it might be, I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Because in this place, surrounded by all levels of depravity, I didn’t want to be rational.
What I wanted, who I’dalwayswanted, was Chase.
Regardless of everything that had transpired between us over the past six years, in this sexually heightened environment there was no mistaking the mutual chemistry, no hiding from the heat coiling tight in my belly just from being pressed up against his hard, muscular body.
Denying that attraction, and Chase, would have been a lie. And for tonight…I was okay with pretending that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the worst idea I’d ever had. I trusted him to make my first time at The Players Club good for me, that he’d give me everything I’d ever hoped for sexually and teach me what I wanted to know. And because I knew Chase personally, I’d be able to relax and sink into the experience without being self-conscious. And really, that’s all that mattered, right?
It didn’t hurt that Chase was insanely hot, and his deep, confident voice murmuring in my ear that he knew exactly what I needed already had me wet and throbbing. I felt like I was breathing fire, just watching all these other women on the receiving end of what I craved so deeply. The idea that Chase would be the one to introduce me to that Dom/sub dynamic had me ready to sink to my knees and beg. It was a fantasy I had never let myself entertain with Chase as my instructor, because there’d been no way it would ever come true.
And yet, here he was, offering to show me everything I’d secretly wished for.
Chase stepped around me and extended his hand, his expression not nearly as impassive as it had been in the past. Oh, there was still that reserve about him, that element of control he always exuded, but tonight I saw the flicker of anticipation, along with the sinful promises in his eyes, and I couldn’t wait to explore each and every one with him.
I took his hand and allowed him to lead me into one of the vacant private rooms. The moment we stepped inside and he closed the door, all sound from the club was gone. We were truly alone.
I glanced around, taking in the décor. The walls were lined in velvet, a lovely dark green color rather than the stereotypical red. There was a lot of equipment, some of which I recognized from my research, and other pieces that were foreign to me. There was a rack of toys along the wall, a set of drawers that I was sure held even more surprises, and a bed in the middle of the room.
Chase let go of my hand and walked to the monitor on the wall. He touched the screen, bringing it to life. “Your code?”
He wanted to look at my limits. I gave him the digits, and he quickly and efficiently perused the form I’d filled out. Then he returned, slowly walking around me, inspecting me from every angle in a way that felt like a stamp of ownership. I found myself trembling under his sharp, assessing gaze. It was like some kind of switch had been flipped inside of him, and now there was no doubt of his power and authority in this situation, and over me. It was intoxicating.
When he was done making that circle, he stepped back. He clasped his hands behind him in a commanding stance, while those dark eyes of his met mine. “Undress,” he ordered.
One firmly spoken word. Clearly, there would be no sweet, romantic preliminaries tonight, but my time with Chase wasn’t about the kind of slow, intimate seduction that usually led to sex between a couple. In this room, it was all about pleasure and satisfaction, and this man in front of me was all business.
“Don’t make me ask a second time,” he said in a stern tone when I took too long for his liking.
I shivered at the veiled threat in his words, as if I didn’t complyright nowthere would be consequences to pay. While a part of me was curious to see what would happen if I disobeyed, I wasn’t sure I was fully prepared to test Chase just yet.
