Romance Club Games Novels & Stories

“What game?” Damian seemed to relax at my lack of knowledge, and he played with the straw of his empty glass. “It's like an auction,” Damian explained carefully. “Basically, the club's submissives are auctioned off to the doms for the night consensually, of course, and if they want to, they can scene together.” “They're bid off with money?” My frown worsened, and I pressed my lips into a thin line. “That's–” “Not actual money. Tokens,” Damian clarified, his voice a low murmur that somehow curled around my spine. “They’re usually earned through events and such, but they have no real value… other than this.”

"Princess pet salon?" "Not that one!" "All of these games look the same." Alexandra rubbed her chin, thinking. "Could you be more specific, darling?" "It's a princess game where the princess has bloody fingers!" Angela exclaimed, hopping on Alexandra's lap. "Ah, so it's the princess's reign of terror?" Inspired by Bloody Mary. It was written in the game's description. "Yes! This one!" Angela grabbed the phone from Alexandra's hand, climbed off her lap, and dived straight into the game. Seconds later angry robotic noises blared from the device, screaming. "Cut off his head!"

That was just normal hormones I told myself. “What are we playing?” Luke pulled out a deck of cards from his back pocket. “How about Three’s?” I suggested. “Never heard of it,” Roman grumbled, “War or maybe poker?” “Strip poker?” Luke waggled his eyebrows. I laughed, “Why not? Roman is into ménage.” Roman’s cheeks pinked, “I am leaving.” “No!” I reached out to grab his hand. The only problem was my speed was a lot faster than I was used to and I ended up grabbing his shirt instead and ripping it.

Matthew was the best when it came to these. After dinner, Matthew brought the men to Dynasty Nightclub, the biggest nightclub in the city. Although it was supposed to be a nightclub, the place had also offered prostitutes to fulfill their customer’s sexual desires. As if that was not enough, Matthew paid for every prostitute the nightclub had to offer and told the men to take their pick. A while later, things were getting heated up in the private room. A few bottles of beer had broken through the men's reserve as they started to flirt with the prostitutes around them.

ricky said as he licks his lips then smirked and I turned to see quincy in a red sparkling gown with her hair down and not in a bun "gosh she looks extremely beautiful" I thought as I stared at her "I think I'm gonna get down with her" he said playfully and i gave him a stare "reina.....that was only a joke" he said to me and reina made to leave while he tried holding her back

Of course, she's lying to her family na may boyfriend na siya, para hindi na siya guluhin ng mga ito sa pagpapakilala sa kung sino-sinong anak ng pamilyang kakilala nila. “Kailan mo ba siya ipakikilala sa amin, Primrose? You’ve been dating this guy for a while now." sabi ng Mom niya na napakatigas ng English, dahil bago-bago lang ito sa pagkakaroon ng personal English tutor. At the age of 26, Primrose never had ever thought she would ever find a man to love. She hates the idea of commitment– committing to a single relationship and being faithful only to one man alone.

Raven and Franca moved swiftly, placing wine glasses and dishing meals with trained grace on the table. Marcus was seated to the right of Don Gonzales, drinking a glass of scotch lazily. His eyes bore boredom, already having the instance to go out of the house to Club Inferno, the luxurious, exclusive strip club run by Mrs. Anne. The place was famous for its strip dancers and dark pleasures. Just as Raven leaned forward to place a cup beside him, her boobs brushed his back slightly. The light touch sent a spark straight to her core, and she gasped quietly. A small drip of wetness escaped, dampening her panties. Her body was burning, reacting against her will.

I swung back, but my hand landed across her face instead. Rachel clutched her cheek where I’d hit her, glaring at me with venom. I feigned surprise. "Oops, sorry. There was a mosquito. I was just trying to swat it for you." Her voice rose in rage, "You did that on purpose!" I put on my most innocent expression. "Rachel, why are you so sensitive? You’re overthinking it. I was just swatting a mosquito." Her fury boiled over. "You ignored me when I called you, and now you slap me in the face!"

"Natalie, get ready. Francis wants you at the club tonight." "No way," I said. "He insists. You're going." Nora stepped in, voice hushed as she said, "Mr. Collins will be there too. He said...it's your chance." I eyed her. "Chance for what?" "Your ticket out." She slipped me a note with an address and a time. "Stick to the plan." I gripped the note, nodding once. ... The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices.

It was a video from Camille's former best friend, someone Camille had had a falling out with not long ago. "Miles, you're a good man. I can't stand watching you get played like this. You deserve to know the truth." A sick feeling crawled up from the pit of my stomach. My hands were shaking as I played the video. A woman was raising a glass to Camille, smiling. "So, Camille, how does it feel to finally get what you wanted?" Camille lifted her own glass, looking thoroughly satisfied, like she was savoring a meal she never wanted to end.