Chains (The Club #8) (7 page)

“Good girl,” I commend to her before scanning the room.

Men and women are scattered throughout the large space taking on their Dominant and submissive roles. There’s a display of punishment taking place in the front right corner where two Doms have their submissive tied to the wall and each take pleasure in the restraint they provide. My cock begins to twitch at the sight of her blindfolded, arms raised above her head and smooth stomach exposed as a feather is trailed down her body.

Removing my gaze from the scene, my eyes linger to the far side of the room where another Dom is sitting back in a chair, his sub kneeling down before him with her hands tied behind her back. A look of pure sensuality graces his face as he pulls her by the back of the neck, guiding her mouth over his manhood.

Taking my attention from the actions providing entertainment for many of the members, I locate an area to the front left of the room and navigate Stevie to my chosen spot.

“For now we’ll start here. When the time comes, we’ll resume your torturous pleasure in the private room,” I state trailing my fingertip down the length of her arm. “Stand against the wall, Stevie, eyes down arms above your head.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replies obeying my request.

Using the restraints along the wall, I cuff her hands ensuring they are tight and she’s unable to break free from the hold. Standing still, I watch her beautiful body. The smooth skin of her torso begins to form goose bumps as I trail my finger down her chest, to her stomach and remove the tightly fitted skirt now pooling around her feet.

“You are a magnificent creature, Stevie,” I whisper into her hair.

Stepping back, I admire her from afar as a surge of desire spikes through my veins. Removing my jacket, I glance toward the door catching sights on the most hypnotizing hazel eyes staring directly back at me.

I’m going to kill Ashley, I mean Whit or whatever the fuck she’s calling herself. My senses are filtering through a million different emotions and honestly I can’t decide if I’m scared out of my mind or intrigued by what I’m witnessing.

When we first arrived, I didn’t know what to expect, she shared very little detail about the club. The moment I stepped foot through the doors, my body reacted before my mind could comprehend what was going on. As my eyes scanned the large area, it quickly became apparent that we weren’t just at some random club. I mean, come on, the security check point at the entrance was enough to throw my radar into overdrive. What kind of club needs the team from
Men in Black
dressed as GQ models at the front door, not to mention the high tech finger scanner thing?

As soon as we began to mingle, I noticed her attention was pulled into another direction. Reaching for her arm, I took a step toward her not wanting her to leave my side. My legs were trembling and my hands starting to feel a little clammy as I ran them down the front of my dress. She said she was going to grab us a drink and asked another member to show me around. Being here, in the presence of an absolute stranger, I felt out of my element. Instead of portraying a confident exterior, I caught myself looking around the room like a lost puppy in a cage of hungry dogs. Walking through the room, I couldn’t help but stare at the members and their guests. I was in shock. She brought me to a God damn sex club and not just any sex club, one filled with some crazy ass shit. If I thought I was dressed a bit risqué, I was wrong. My little black dress is nothing compared to some of the attire the men and women are wearing, especially those with collars fitted around their necks. She knows I’m not like this, I haven’t a clue as to what the hell she was thinking. I know I told her I’d be open-minded, but she seriously could have clued me in a little bit.

Ugh, now I’m left alone with this random person and Ashley’s nowhere to be found. She swore to me she’d stay by my side, introduce me to some of the other members and never take her eyes off of me. Yeah, well, how quickly that plan changed ‘cause right now I’m trailing behind little miss leather and lace to the point of no return.

I’m confused, frazzled and a bit overwhelmed. Plus it doesn’t help she told me to leave my clutch in the car—my cell phone could really come in handy right about now. Uncertainty takes over as my heart begins to beat through the thin fabric of my dress.

She’s seriously on my shit list when I get out of here.

Coming to a set of stairs in the back of the room, we ascend to the second floor. We’ve stopped at the top of the stairs and my sex kitten tour guide for the evening is gesturing in various directions, her mouth moving yet I’m not listening to a word she’s saying. I feel wholly out of place and with everything that surrounding me, I’ve completely blocked her out. As she begins to move through the space, I follow keeping my chin tucked and gaze directed to the floor not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

The smells of liquor, leather and sex drift throughout the space as we approach another bar located to the left before a long corridor. I don’t know where we’re going or what I’m about to find as I continue to look for Ashley. Walking down a dimly lit hallway, a few men and women pass us by, but I refuse to make eye contact. I’m certain I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb. Along the path of twists and turns, I notice closed doors until we come to the end where two rooms are opened.

“You’re more than welcome to enter each of these two rooms, but be sure to keep to yourself. I’ll be right here waiting for you once you’ve had your fill,” she tells me while resting herself against the wall.

Curiosity spikes through me as I nod and enter the one room. My jaw immediately drops to the ground as shock and disbelief take over my entire body.

What in the ever loving fuck?

My knowledge of the sexual world as I know it is now forever changed as my insecurities rage through my mind. On shaky legs, I move further into the room as my body controls my movements. My thoughts are scattered, unable to process a coherent thought. The visuals now present before me are unbelievable. Men and women are controlling one another as if their subject is in a trance. To the right, a woman is tied up and blindfolded while a man is proceeding to strike her with a leather strap. Her cries sting my ears as fear creeps through me. Another man steps in closer, whispering something into her ear while his hand moves to her most sensitive spot. Within seconds, her facial expression changes, her mouth shaping into an O as her body begins to convulse and sounds of pleasure pull from her lips.

I can’t believe what I’m witnessing, yet the feeling I’m experiencing is nothing I’ve ever felt. The speed of my pulse continues to race, a wetness forming in my panties as my breasts begin to swell.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Taking my eyes off of them, I turn to the left where yet another woman is tied against the wall. Her head is drawn to the side, her gaze toward the floor as the man is urgently removing the leather skirt from her waist. Her position is still, never wavering as he moves to the side shedding his dark jacket. Before I can budge or look away, he turns to face me and my world instantly falls to the floor as the pieces of my once broken heart begin to send bolts of pain through my entire body.

Connor’s gaze doesn’t leave mine and, for the life of me, I can’t look away. My body is stiff, feet cemented to the hard floor. His deep, dark eyes are drawing me in, pulling at my soul and wrecking havoc with my every thought. I can’t be here, I can’t see him…this can’t be happening. I’ve tried to put him out of my mind for a year and this…this is how he’s brought back into my life.

For a split second, he looks away and I regain my composure trying to get the hell out of the room. As I approach the door, my arm is dragged in another direction and I’m escorted into another large space. Rough hands cup my face as I’m pulled in closer to a hard body. His hands frantically roam over me as I attempt to break from his embrace. He pins me up against the wall beginning to trail his lips over my neck, I’m trapped by his large stature and can’t break free.

“You’re a pretty lil’ thing, how is it that no one has claimed your sweetness yet?” he asks, the smell of whiskey coming off his hot breath.

“I shouldn’t be in here. I-I need to go,” I reply.

His focus is taken off of me for a moment and I grab the opportunity to escape his stance. Ducking beneath his arm, I rush past him and into the hallway.

“Jesika?” Connor’s voice pulls me to stop in my tracks.

I’m at a complete loss and, for the life of me, I can’t focus on anything that’s happening. I need to get the hell out of here.

“Where’s…” I begin to speak, but I’m cut off by Connor’s stern expression.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s taking care of a little something I had tied up. Now excuse me for a moment.”

I watch as he moves toward the other man, cornering him at the edge of the hallway.

“I don’t know who you are or why you have your hands on her, but you better believe you’ll never set foot in this place again,” Connor states, venom falling from his lips.

My eyes follow his tall stance as he grabs the man by the collar and escorts him away from me and down the hallway.

Seconds tick by lasting for what seems like an eternity and I’m once again pulled into a moment of shock. What I’ve seen, heard and felt is out of this world. I need to leave, get away from here and forget everything that has taken place. As I break out of my fog, I begin to walk back down the corridor.

“Max, there you are.” I hear Ashley’s voice coming toward me.

As she approaches, Connor quickly follows.

I feel like I’m an episode of the
Twilight Zone
as my gaze moves between the two of them. Neither of them realizing the other is caught up in my focus. As she approaches me, her eyes move from me to Connor who is now standing next to her side.

“Bitch, you left me. You left me all alone in this fucking demented place. How could you, Ash…I mean, Whit,” I shout shaking my head in disbelief. “I’m leaving and don’t you dare try to stop me. I came in here with an open mind, just like you asked, and now look where that’s left me.”

My blood is racing through my veins, the pain in my chest constricting to the point I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“Relax, Max, let’s take this into a private room so we’re not causing a scene.”

“I think it’s a little late for that, Whit,” Connor says.

My eyes move from him to the crowd of people now standing behind him. Ashley reaches for my arm and pulls me down the hallway, where she reviews clipboards attached the rooms.

“Here,” she states opening a door and ushering me to follow her.

Releasing a breath, she pulls me inside and shuts the door.

“Sam, what in the hell are you doing in here?” she asks.

“I’d like to ask you the same fucking thing and how do you know Jesika?”

Sensing that I’m literally about to fall flat on my face, I move toward a cushioned bench and take a seat. While the two bicker back and forth like complete idiots, my head spins not understanding what’s going on.

Lifting my head from my hands, I look at the two of them.

“Excuse me, hello…over here,” I wave my hand frantically. “I want to go home, not sit here and listen to the two of you.”

Ashley comes to my side and sits down next to me, pulling me into her arms as a wave of emotion takes over and tears fall down my face.

“I’m sorry I left you. I knew better, yet I still went off. It was so very wrong of me and I’m sorry.”

She holds me for a few seconds before Connor’s voice breaks through the deafening silence.

“This is a beautiful moment the two of you are sharing, but it does not clear up the confusion as to how you know one another and why the hell you would have brought her here, Ashley. I demand an explanation before either of you leave this room.”

His tall defined form stands only a few feet away from me, yet I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye.