Wet Nights
THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN.
When Shemika accidentally kills her brother‑in‑law during a four‑hour, drug‑laced BDSM session on the night of her sister’s funeral, she flees and was hit by a car. The driver turns out to be the smooth‑talking ex‑convict everybody calls Bishop, manager of the ultra‑exclusive nightclub known as Wet Nights. He carries her to the club’s secret hospital beneath the dance floor for her to recover.
To dodge arrest, Shemika begs for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signs a blood‑ink contract and becomes property of Wet Nights. She was taken to the performers’ 14‑storey dorm, known as the Crimson House where all the performers (employees) at Wet Nights stays. The house is managed by the predatory house‑manager known as Sinner—he fucks every newbie in the house as part of their onboarding session.
On her first night, Shemika is bullied to parade naked through all fourteen floors, but the funny bisexual icon Jax steps in and helps her.
Soon Shemika teams up with two dancers namely; Synn, the ice‑cold top performer, and Lexi, whose real purpose is finding her sister who vanished while working at the club.
But some doors in Wet Nights stay locked for a reason…
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Chapter: Don't cumShemika “Next, orgasm control!” Dom muttered as he went for the sex tools on the ground and began to fumble for only God knows what.He grabbed a vibrator and stepped closer to me on the bed.I took a deep breath as I smiled at the vibrator while being brought closer to me.He squatted down just next to me on the bed, “You can say Red if you want me to stop, and…” Dom wasn't done talking when I cut him off mid-sentence.“Say Red to stop, and Green to continue!” I grasped as I completed the instructions for him, fuck, I ain't new to all this shit.Dom stared at me in amused disbelief.“Now we see how well you obey.” Dom's voice was gentle.He tied my wrist with a soft band and I slowly parted my legs, spreading them even wider. My eyes burned with anticipation, fuck, I can't wait any longer.“You don’t get to cum, for no amount of pleasure should make you cum.” Dom warned.“Understood.” I murmured as I swallowed hard.Dom leaned closer to me, “You can scream, you can moan, you can bit
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Chapter: Wax playShemika“Come with me!” Dom instructed, his hoarse voice echoed in my ears.I didn't hesitate as I stepped out of the elevator and walked hurriedly behind him.“Are you experienced?” Dom asked as he walked ahead of me.I increased my pace so I could catch up with him, “Yeah…yeah, I'm experienced and I can…” I wasn't done speaking when Dom cut me off mid-sentence.“That's all I asked you, and you've answered!” He roared.“Okay!” I murmured as I grumbled behind him.“Good, so it's best you know that we don't entertain too much noise here, we're action takers…we take action and talk less.” Dom sounded more like his size now.I didn't say a word, I only hurried behind him as I couldn't keep up with his pace. Fuck, he walks fast.Dom walked towards a dark hallway with barely red lights. He opened a door and gestured that I step in, I hesitated before stepping into the room. Dom stepped in with me, locking the door behind us.There was a bed and a single chair at the center of the room. The
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Chapter: My first night at Wet Nights ClubShemikaMy eyes slowly began to open up, unconscious of where exactly I was.The unfamiliar scent of the surrounding slowly brought me back to consciousness as my head began to bang from the hit.Flashes of Cruz's lifeless dick inside of me flooded my mind and then the glimpse of the color of the car that almost got me killed.Where exactly am I?Am I in the police cell?Or am I in an ambulance, with an officer sitting next to me, waiting for me to open my eyes so he could just handcuff me and drag me away?I froze, still debating whether or not to open my eyes yet.I finally made a choice, flipping my eyes open like I was never hurt.A tall, confident looking, unfamiliar figure stepped into the room that looked like a hospital.I froze on the bed. Are they here for me?The young man walked in with a few other men behind him.The young looking man wasn't dressed like a doctor. The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer.Police officers are not
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Chapter: Morbid Shemika The limo slid open with a gentle clink and Cruz stepped out like a gentleman in a suit. He adjusted his collar like some newly appointed king, holding his cuffs as if he really was grieving his late wife. I followed suit, stepping out of the car, legs still trembling but of course I masked it all up, pretending to be greatly affected by my sister's death. But, I did feel her death.People began to approach me one after the other, hugging, whispering and shaking hands with me in grievance. Their sad eyes bore into mine as I began to cry while they showed their condolences.I kept wiping away the tears from my eyes as I repeatedly whispered, “Thank you,” to everyone who came to me and said one or two prayers or soothing words.While all of these were happening, my skin still radiated where Cruz had touched me.Cruz stood at the other end of the funeral home, greeting and welcoming guests, his eyes were wetty as well, as if he would cry any time soon.I stole a sharp glance at
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Chapter: Fuc-king ShemikaI wasn’t crying because my sister died, I was crying because her husband was fingering me in the back of the funeral limo, whispering that I was the real fuc-king.We sat at the back of the moving limousine, as the car gently took us to the funeral home to carry out the proper burial rites for my late sister, Maya.It's no doubt that Maya was a sweet person, loved by all and hated by few. Maya treated me like I was her child. Since we lost Mom, she took me into her home and gave me more than I asked for.She was battling with keeping her pregnancy, she's always having a miscarriage and she'd cried her eyes out after each miscarriage.The weight of Maya's struggle weighed upon her like a whole nation was sitting on her. Maya's husband, Cruz, had suggested surrogacy as a way for them to have a family, since carrying a pregnancy was hard for her. Maya was against the idea, she said she'd tried again.Finally, she was able to keep her last pregnancy, but only for her to die in th
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
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