Bdsm Club Novels & Stories

Side benefit, I get extended leave, and I know just how to spend it. I need skin, and the only place for me to get that. At least what I crave out of it is in a pay to play setting. Being that Luke owns the club I and every other higher up in our city frequent, I have a standing invitation. Luke’s place is nice, his girls are clean, and all of them are more turned on if not empowered by their positions rather than spiteful about fucking clients for cash. My entry into BDSM is the last thing I want to think about at the moment Heather’s ass wriggles in the air with my hand print on it. Still, considering the blue-eyed, cinnamon haired female is so good at the role, I can’t really help thinkin

"Yes, and if her husband didn't own it, having a free pass would be impossible without a major act of God, so be happy that I have connections." Jewel's hand went to her bruise. "I can't go to a club." "That's foolishness. It's not a pickup spot. It's very organized and ritzy. Believe me-I've been in some pretty sleazy BDSM clubs and this one's nothing like those." "BDSM club." She covered her mouth because she actually shrieked.

she starts with that but it is too late, I am fucking scared standing in this alley. "It's a club, Ash, like I said." I stare at her, my eyes calling on her bullshit because it is simply that, bullshit. "What kind of club requires me to be open-minded and not get scared, Drea?" I'm hyperventilating, and she is giving me that look again. "Ash," She calls slowly. I stare at her blankly and she sighs, giving up, thank God. "It's a BDSM club, alright." She throws her hands up in defeat.

"Can she be somewhere obvious to you too, Fred?” Fred hadn't told me if he had told the family about the reasons for attending that club. The place was best known for an ordinary nightclub, but if someone investigated properly, they would know that it was also a BDSM club. After my rescue, the place had been closed for investigations, and would probably remain until the end of that case.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

“The contractor is working hard to make sure everything is perfect. We want to offer a unique and classy experience that will set us apart from the competition.” I can’t help but grin, “Excellent. We’ll have the best entertainment in the city, with dancers, burlesque shows, and musical performances. Our private rooms will offer the ultimate VIP experience for our customers. And as for the BDSM club, that’s going to be our secret weapon. People will flock to us for a chance to explore their deepest, darkest fantasies in a safe and controlled environment.” I rub my hands together; my new empire is taking shape. “Are you going to traffic

I must still look blank, as he continues, with a touch of impatience in his voice, "We wanted to be sure that you enjoy a moderate degree of pain, under the right conditions of course." The penny drops. Going out? Tomorrow? "You mean we´re going to some sort of club? A BDSM club?" With a well-manicured fingernail, my Master delicately picks a sliver of duck from between his teeth. "Yes. We are going to a club. To be precise, we have booked the club for the evening. There will only be the three of us plus a number of other..." he hesitates, "...selected, guests. The general public will not be there."

Club Viper. The name alone held a lot of power here in New York. I’d never been inside, but I’d heard whispers. It was more than just one of the most luxurious clubs in the city—it was infamous. Beneath the flashing lights, expensive liquor, and elite clientele, it carried a darker reputation. It had a secret that came wrapped in leather, chains, surrender and control. BDSM. It was a BDSM club. Why would Sebastian want to meet me here? The bass thumped in my chest as I walked toward the entrance. A tall man in a well ironed black suit blocked the doorway, posture rigid like a soldier.

Surrounded with red neon lights, the outside was filled with different kinds of people smoking and making out in front without any care in the world. "Dante, you're taking me to a sex club?" I asked, my voice barely over a whisper. "Not just any sex club. A BDSM one." He said and I swallowed the lump in my throat, my palms sweating. A BDSM club. Should I be here!?

I lay on his chest and cuddle him as he looks up to the mirror. "Ti amo," he says and I smile. "I love you too. Although we'll have to work on you asking for permission to cum if you become my sub. Do you still want to?" "I do. Can you tell me more about the club you said?" "Of course. I go to a club called Club Sin that Marcus owns. Nathan and Marcus are both dominants and Cole is their submissive." "Really? That is cool. So Cole is into the bdsn?" "Bdsm. And yes he is. He thrives in it. He needs the guidance and control his daddies give him," I say and Vin laughs.