Masuk“What do you want?”Bennett let his gaze slowly slide down to her cle**age, then back up to her mouth. “I want to please you.”Had any man ever said that to her?“In that I’ll gain my own pleasure. But since you brought up my dual sides, I’ll admit I’m not a switch very often. In fact, I’m the lone switch here right now. So if you want to play tonight, I’m your only choice.”And what a fine, fine choice. She tempered her eagerness with an offhand, “I suppose that’ll work.”“Good. But there is a catch. You’re planning to be here two nights so I’ll make you a deal.”“I’m listening.” God was she ever listening. His deep, rich voice was as mesmerizing as his deep, rich eyes.“If I agree to let you be my dominant tonight, then I want you to agree to be my submissive tomorrow night.”Oh no. Oh hell no, automatically popped into her brain.Stop lying to yourself. Isn’t this what you were secretly hoping for? To find a man who could see beyond your façade?Here was her chance to experience bo
Layla bit her lip. “Then you’ll have to fake it, A, because the consequences of me lying to Murphy and trying to slide you under their noses as a real Domme?” She shuddered. “Not only will Murphy be mad at me for weeks, it could jeopardize his job. If they think I, a lowly sub, can manipulate him into letting anyone into the club, then they won’t trust his judgment. In the bar, or with club business, or with club members.” Her eyes shimmered with tears. “So you see the position I’m in.”Guilt sideswiped her. She’d never intended to put Layla at risk. “Okay. I’ll do it. If you tell me what to do. What are my options?”“No chance you’ll pick up a female sub just out of curiosity?”Ainsley shook her head. Not something on her sexual wish list.Layla glanced around. “More members will show up, but if you insist on a man, you’re screwed.”“Please don’t use that phrase in this context, okay?”“There’s only one guy I know who…um…isn’t a submissive but…um…a switch.”“Meaning he likes men and
Cody nonchalantly cast a glance over his shoulder. “I gotta agree with Bennett on this, Murph. The woman is out of her element, and I’ll eat my f**king keg tap if she’s got any real experience as a Domme.”“Better give us the basics on her,” Sully added.The big man stroked his fingers through his long black beard and looked at each one of them in turn, but spoke to Ben. “I told you. Angel is a friend of Layla’s. She’s here to see if this type of club would be a good fit for her.”“She’s been involved in other clubs like this?”“According to Layla, yes.”“If that’s the case, then where does her previous Domme experience come in?”Murphy sighed. “I argued with Layla about this, especially after she told me Angel’s only Domme experiences were in a controlled setting where she…ah…paid the dude so she could be in charge.”Silence.“So you’re telling me this woman waltzed into my club, expecting to be given the gold stamp of approval because she paid some dude from a male escort service to
Layla groaned. “I am so glad there’s no karaoke at this place.”She smirked. “Let’s mosey on in and find us a cowboy to ride until our hides are raw.”Chapter ThreeBen was contemplating sub choices when a flash of red caught his eye. He swiveled on his barstool to watch the siren in the silk kimono saunter through the room.Oh hell yeah, his night had just improved tenfold.She perched on the edge of her barstool, every inch of her so prim and proper Ben’s fingers itched to muss her up.After he watched her for a few minutes, he asked Murphy, “Who is the hot number in red with Layla?”“Her name is Angel.”“Angel,” rolled off his tongue. Perfect name for her. Sipping his beer, he focused entirely on her. Lush body, lush mouth. Great smile. Expressive eyes. She was off-the-scale sexy in his opinion. So why the hell was the woman wearing a wig? Not a subtle one, but a sleekly styled black wig, the last inch of hair dyed candy-apple red. Was she trying to look dangerous? Hip? Naughty?Be
“Murphy had been a Dom for a decade at that point. He’d never considered taking on a sub fulltime until he met me. His brother Rafe is a counselor. After my meltdown I spent time talking to Rafe alone, and with Murphy. While all this soul searching stuff was going on, I fell in love with Murphy.” She sniffled. “Totally, completely in love with the gentle giant who had such a code of honor that he didn’t touch me at all.”“How long did that last?”“Six months. Murphy took me to clubs where I could see other kinds of play. Play where a Dom administering pain was a preface for sexual pleasure for the sub. Without getting into too many details, it made me hot. And wet. Two things I’d never felt when the whip scored my skin. When he saw my reaction, he knew I was ready to experience the difference with him. It changed my life. So, the long answer to your question is no, Murphy would never abuse me. He gets me. He loves me. We give each other exactly what the other needs.” She sniffled agai
One night after an extra glass of liquid courage, she’d asked Layla for advice on how to kink up her sex life. Because Layla’s relationship with her longtime squeeze, Murphy, was kinky indeed—Layla was a fulltime submissive and Murphy was her dominant.It’d been difficult wrapping her head around the concept; Layla willingly ceded control to Murphy in all aspects of her life—not just sexually. When Layla had lived in Denver, Ainsley had known Murphy worked in a club, but not what kind of club. But she’d never imagined a sex club, because she had no flipping clue places like that even existed outside fictional novels.She planned to get a real education about it tonight.She scooped up Layla’s risqué lingerie and slunk into the bathroom. She stripped and added a piece at a time, ignoring the pooch in her belly. Next week she really had to start working out again. The kimono hit mid thigh and adequately covered her jiggly ass. Five minutes after her thirty-seventh birthday her body had
“I won’t make you beg for it—” he licked the cords straining in her neck, “—this time. Next time I’d like to string you along and see how long it takes before you unravel.”His words rushed her to the next level of need. “Cam—”“I’ll take care of you. Arch back.”His rhythmic fingers, his sucking kisse
“I know. I want to give you what you need. I want to be what you need, Cam.”He forced himself from the temptation of her pliant body only long enough to grab the bottle of oil. His hand shook as he poured the golden liquid into his cupped palm and coated his cock and his fingers.Her heels rested aga
“Practically zero,” Ginger answered.“Fine. Domini and I will get married. Today.”“What? Cam. No. What are you doing?” Domini was flustered and pale and about to start hyperventilating.Cam aimed a cool look at her and faced Ginger. “Could you give us a minute alone please?”Ginger didn’t bat an eye at
“There are gonna be a million people there,” Cam warned. “And my family will grill both of us on our marriage, if we’re gonna start havin’ kids—”Her stomach knotted, but she tossed out a breezy, “Maybe they won’t, since we already have a kid.”Anton and Gracie burst into the kitchen. “Is it time to g







