Club Fantasy

by Desiree Holt

  He pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

  “Do you know that D/s is not always all about pain, girl?”

  “Yes, Master. It’s about submitting to the will of your Dom. Trusting him to always take care of you. Giving him the power to use you as he wishes because in doing so you serve his pleasure.”

  “Very good.” He rid himself of his boots, boxer briefs, and jeans.

  Her eyes widened as she caught sight of his cock, long, thick, and swollen, the head a deep red. The walls of her pussy clenched in response to the sight. God, how she wanted him inside her.

  “I promise you, I will never abuse that privilege.” He glanced at the cards. “The whip? The paddle? Even the heavy nipple clamps we used the other night? They all give us both extreme pleasure. But right now I want to do something I haven’t done in a long time.”

  “And what’s that, Master?”

  “I want to fuck you so hard that when you come you’ll scream my name. I want that connection with you. We have to have it for this to work.”

  Oh, God!

  They had tumbled deep into this very fast, but she was glad of it. She wanted this, too. She wanted to be sure that what she’d felt from the first moment was real.

  “Then please do that, Master.”

  “Tell me what you want,” he insisted.

  She chewed her lower lip. He had asked her what her desire was and expected her to be truthful with him. She discovered she wasn’t afraid to tell him. “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I lose my mind.”

  The smile he gave her was both ravenous and self-satisfied. “Rise, girl.”

  She got shakily to her feet.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  Fee didn’t think she could even if she wanted to. She watched as Cade rummaged through a dresser drawer and pulled out a bright red ball gag and a condom. He rolled the latex onto his enormous cock then picked up the gag.

  “We don’t want any of the ranch hands rushing up here thinking I’m murdering someone.” He deftly fitted the gag into her mouth and buckled its straps behind her head. “On the bed on your hands and knees,” he ordered. “Place yourself at the edge so I can stand behind you.”

  When she was in position he moved into place behind her. She felt two of his fingers slip into her, testing her readiness. Was he shocked at how drenched she was already?

  “Hot and wet, and instantly ready for me.” His voice was hoarse. “Excellent. That’s what I want. So I can fuck you any time the urge hits me. You’re tight but you can take me.” He leaned down and nipped her shoulder. “And then I will own you, girl. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, unable to speak, but a tiny thrill wriggled through her.

  “Good.”

  He pressed the head of his shaft at her opening, gripped her hips with his hands and slowly eased himself inside her, one thick inch at a time.

  “Breathe,” he ordered. “Take deep breaths. It will make it easier. Get ready, girl, because I want this right now.”

  She was glad he’d buckled the gag into her mouth because as he drove in and out of her, pounding her, punctuating some of his thrusts with hard slaps to her ass, the pleasure coursed through her like a hot river. As he drove into her harder and harder, the spanks increased until the pleasurable pain of them filled every space and crevice and she lost a sense of anything except the sensations and the feel of his cock.

  She was so close to the edge. Tears from the effort to hold back until he gave the command gathered in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. And still he plunged on and on.

  She was barely aware of his fingers digging into her hips again or his balls slapping against her inner thighs.

  “Now.” He gave a hoarse shout. “Now, girl. Come with me now.”

  She exploded as he pumped into her and his cock pulsed again and again. Her body shook so hard she thought she could feel her bones rattle. The orgasm gripped her in a tight fist and shook her, tumbling her through space until at last—at last!—the spasms began to subside. She fell forward on the bed, her arms too weak to hold her any longer. Her ass was still on fire, her face soaked with tears, and she had never felt so satisfied, so complete in her entire life.

  Cade eased himself from her and she heard him dispose of the condom. Then he lifted her in his arms and lay down on the bed with her, pulling her against his body. She could feel the heavy beat of his heart against her back.

  “That was very good, girl.” His voice still had a rough sound to it. “Better than good.” He turned her in his arms so he could see her face, fingers brushing the tears on her cheeks. “I want you, Fee.”

  Her eyes widened at his use of her name.

  “Yes,” he acknowledged, knowing what she was asking. “I used your name, so there won’t be any mistaking who is with me. Who I know is with me. Reulas was right, damn him. You’re exactly what I needed. Need,” he corrected.

  “He was right about me, too.” She sighed, pleasurable warmth coursing through her. “If it’s Dealer’s Choice, I choose you.”

  “Good.” He gave her a soft kiss. “We’ll set our own rules this weekend, and see how it goes. But make no mistake. I don’t intend to let you get away.”

  “Does that mean you get to be the dealer now?”

  “When I choose. Sometimes, though, I’ll want you to deal the cards. We’ll have a long time to get that right. Does that work for you?”

  “Yes, Master.” She grinned. “Yes, Cade. It works just fine.”

  And it did.

  Texas Hold ‘Em

  Prologue

  Sage Drummond turned up the radio in her car and rolled down the window a little, just enough to let in some of the night air. She was far enough from Dallas that the atmosphere wasn’t permeated with fumes from the big city. Now, as she rolled down the Interstate into ranching country, she could smell cattle and hay and horses.

  She was more than glad to finally be out of the rundown motel where she’d been hiding for a week. But she’d had to pick someplace where Andrew wouldn’t think to look for her. Someplace also that had units in the back where she could park and not be visible from the road.

  Things hadn’t started out that way. In fact, it had begun so normally she had been completely fooled by Andrew Lockner’s attitude. He was smart, sexy, rich, powerful, and a much sought after Dom. It was only later—too much later—that it occurred to her she’d never heard any of his prior subs raving about him. In fact, most of them seemed to have disappeared from the scene.

  His behavior had changed so slowly and subtly she hadn’t realized it until it was almost too late. The level of control increased so insidiously she was trapped before she realized it. First the exciting scenes at the club, with Andrew the attentive, inventive Dom. Then the scenes at home, where they could play their games in private.

  Oh, yes, he took full advantage of their privacy. Like the night he’d made her sleep with clothespins on her nipples. She’d had to put cool packs in her bra for three days.

  Or the time he decided she wasn’t subservient enough to him and made her spend an entire twenty-four hours of the weekend on her knees. Naked. She loved pain at different levels. It kicked loose all her endorphins and made her crazy with need. But this pain was so excruciating it breeched all her boundaries and she nearly passed out from it. And Andrew, the slime ball, had slipped on his other face, running a hot bath for her and massaging her tortured muscles. She learned after a while not to beg for relief because that only excited him more.

  And each time, he told her in a deceptively calm voice everything she had done to deserve her punishment. Chipping away at her sense of self-worth a little at a time.

  As time passed his control increased until after a while she nearly forgot who she was. Even her work began to be affected, as her boss was quick but kind to point out to her. The day she looked in the mirror and didn’t even recognize the person she saw, she knew it was t
ime to leave. How, she asked herself, had she ever imagined she was in love with him? How could it be that by day she could be a top-notch marketing expert with a well-known agency and the rest of the time a cowering mess?

  Still, leaving had taken more courage than she believed she had. She planned well, however, packing what she could when Andrew wasn’t home. Clearing out what there was in her checking account. Tossing her cell phone and buying two burner phones. Thank God for police programs on television!

  She was sure Andrew would try to find her, and she had to protect herself in any way she could.

  She had no idea where she was going to end up, she just knew it wouldn’t be in Dallas. And as she drove, she thought about her options. She really loved Texas. Like so many people born there, it was in her blood, just as being a submissive was. Maybe in San Antonio, with its rich historical culture and its atmosphere so different than Dallas, she’d find what she needed—peace of mind, a great new job and a Dom who respected her.

  Because one thing was for sure. At some point she would need to dip her toe into those waters again. Only this time she’d choose more wisely, guarding both her body and her heart.

  Chapter 1

  I can do this. I can do this.

  Sage repeated the sentence over and over to herself as she walked from her parked car to the door of Club Fantasy. Dipping her toe in the scene again after months of absence had been a little scary. No matter how badly she wanted it, she hadn’t been sure she could handle it after Andrew. However, she’d given in to the craving and taken a chance. Club Fantasy had been recommended by the owner of her club in Dallas. Knowing he was familiar with her background, she was also aware he would fill Reulas, the dungeon master, in so she could be properly cared for.

  Reulas had made her feel at home right from the beginning. Safe. And welcome. Very welcome. That was the atmosphere he created, and she had no reason in all this time to believe anything differently. And he always took very good care of her, letting her visit and observe, making sure no one approached her unless she wanted them to. And each time she visited, she felt a little bit better about being there.

  Her new life had turned out to be better than expected. Good job. Nice apartment. Even a few casual friends, although she was very careful not to share anything of her true self with them. People not in the lifestyle had a hard time understanding. She had thought about staying away from it completely, but it was so ingrained in her that she felt as if she was only living half a life.

  Visiting Club Fantasy had taken courage the first time. The fear and diminished self-worth Andrew had left her with still clung to her but it grew less and less each day. For three months now she had come here once a week, sitting in the lounge, sipping a cold drink or coffee, and chatting with the members and guests.

  She hadn’t played in a scene yet. Tonight she had finally decided it was time to step out of her self-imposed exile where active play was concerned. She wanted to submit. It was in her blood. The big question was: could she do it after the damage Andrew had done to her?

  “I will take very good care of you,” Reulas assured her several times. “You are safe in my hands, as you will be with the Dom I will choose for you. Whenever you are ready.”

  She certainly hoped so. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe she would find instant love inside the walls of Club Fantasy. She had made that mistake with Andrew, equating total dominance with total dedication. Then it had all fallen apart and left her running from an intolerable situation. She would be on guard that it didn’t happen again.

  Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she pushed open the door and walked into the sensuous environment of Club Fantasy. Lila, the greeter who checked in the guests and the members, greeted her with a smile.

  “Good evening, Sage. It’s so nice to see you tonight.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Reulas is waiting for you in the lounge,” the woman told her. “He has a special evening planned for you.”

  “I’m looking forward to it,” Sage replied.

  And she was, albeit with a huge case of nerves. She stepped into the dressing room area and found a locker where she stashed her coat and purse. One last look in the mirror, one last fluff of her hair, a check of her bustier and thong and she headed toward the lounge. Reulas was lounging against a wall but came forward as soon as he spotted her.

  “I’m so glad you didn’t change your mind,” he said, taking both of her hands. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

  “I’m trusting you, you know.”

  “I do.” He squeezed her hands. “And I won’t let you down. Come. I have someone for you to meet.”

  “Already? I thought—” She broke off her words.

  “Thought what?” Reulas cocked an eyebrow at her. “That I’d just point out my recommendations to you and let you watch them at play for a while?”

  She gave an unsteady little laugh. “Well, yes. I guess.”

  “If you’re ready to move forward, Sage, then you need to take that step. If not, just tell me and we can spend a pleasant evening with you observing. There is a performance scheduled later that you might enjoy.”

  Sage nibbled her lip. If she changed her mind now, when would she get the courage to do it again? She’d let fear keep her from the role of submissive too long already. She wanted this. Needed it. So it was time to take that step forward, and she trusted Reulas to have her back.

  “No. I’m ready.” She smiled at him. “Really. I’ve missed this, Reulas, more than I can tell you. And I have the feeling that if I back out now it will be a long time before I have the courage to try again.”

  “Okay.” He dropped her hands and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Then come with me. I have the ultimate Texas experience for you.”

  “Oh?”

  “I don’t know how close to real cowboys you get in Dallas but around here, we grow them authentic. And you’ll love this one.”

  Sage gave him a tiny smile. “You said you would and you always keep your word.” She blew out a tiny breath, calming the quiver of excitement wriggling through her. “So tell me about him.”

  “I’ve known Garrett for a long time. He used to rodeo but retired while his body was still in one piece. Now he raises stock for the shows.”

  “Has he—” She cleared her throat. “Has he been living with a submissive?”

  Reulas shook his head. “No. He didn’t think it was fair to tie someone to him while he traveled the country. But now that he’s settled down he’s ready for a more permanent situation.”

  “And he didn’t have someone in mind?” she asked.

  “Do you think I’d have arranged tonight if he did?” He clapped a hand over his heart and grinned. “You wound me, Sage.”

  “Sorry, sorry, sorry. I’m just…” She sighed. “Nervous, I guess.”

  “No less than I expected,” he assured her. “But trust me on this. He’s free, looking for just the right sub, and a longtime friend of mine. And way better than that asshole who nearly destroyed you.”

  “Did you tell him all about me?” she asked. “You know…” She flipped a hand in the air.

  “I thought it only fair, both for your safety and his wellbeing. He’s looking for just the right sub.”

  She frowned. “And you think I’d fit the bill?”

  “I think tonight will be a good chance to test that.” He gave her a little squeeze and whispered in her ear, “I handpicked him for you myself. He’s more than just an excellent Dom, Sage. I think the two of you will have great chemistry together. I don’t know what will happen after tonight any more than you do, but I think it will be an excellent experience for you both.”

  “Then let’s do this.”

  He led her into the lounge, nodding at the small groups of people they passed, exchanging a word or two with some of them, until they reached the bar against the back wall. Although Club Fantasy had a no alcohol policy, they did serve a variety of non-alcoholic drinks. T
he bar had become a comfortable place for unattached players to hang out. Reulas nudged her all the way to the end, to the last stool and the man who lounged there comfortably.

  The moment she laid eyes on the man Sage felt as if she’d been struck by a thunderbolt. She had no idea exactly what she’d expected to see but Reulas had been right about one thing. There was definitely chemistry—but that was a pale word for her reaction to him. Her pulse began to beat erratically, heat exploded in the air between them and trapped her breath in her lungs. Deep inside her, something throbbed and expanded.

  Sage took in every sensual, hot inch of him. A royal blue silk shirt and dark dress jeans fit nicely on the narrow shoulders and lean hips that defined his body. In a very unsubmissive way, she lifted her gaze to look directly into his eyes. Even in the subdued lighting she could see the vivid blue of them, a deep color that matched his shirt and highlighted his narrow cheekbones, thick brows, and black hair that hung just past his collar.

  Ohmigod!

  This was more than just a physical reaction. Something slammed into her with an invisible force as more emotion than she’d felt in a long time hit her like a tornado.

  The first thing she thought was: I am in trouble.

  The second was: but wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

  For one very brief moment she clawed for the edges of her sanity, remembering how long it had taken her to get back to where she was now. Remember Andrew, she told herself. But even in their most intimate moments Andrew had never impacted her like Garrett did. Not even close. And mixed with all that hot emotion and erotic sensuality, a feeling of trust floated out and wrapped itself around her.

  Could she take this chance? A better question was, could she not?

  Reulas looked from one to the other, trying his best to hide a tiny knowing smile.

  You knew this, Sage wanted to tell him. You know me so well by now you knew I’d react to him this way. What are you doing to me, Reulas? You know my situation.