Chains (The Club #8)

by t. h. snyder

  With a slight giggle, she backs away from me, flashing a wink in my direction while wiping the remnants of lipstick from my cheeks.

  I release a laugh at the absurdity of her remark. As gorgeous as she may be, there’s no way in hell I’d ever submit my dominance to her or to anyone else for that matter.

  “You know I’d rather give up my left testicle than to bow down to your graces; however, I have fantasized about you dropping down onto your knees for me a time or two.”

  Running her fingertips along the length of my arms she moves in closer to me, her lips so near mine I can taste her minty breath. I’m not lying when I say I’ve thought about her and the things I’d love to do to her. Wrapping her hair in between my fingers, I pull her head back so that her neck is fully exposed to me. As I trail my hot breath against her delicate skin, her body tenses next to mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that the two of us could fuck like caged animals and in so many ways it turns me on, if only she’d submit complete control onto me.

  Her small hands slide down to the curve of my ass as she firmly squeezes and rocks her pussy into me. I mentally laugh at her attempt to take charge as I bite down onto her neck. The physical appeal filtering between our two bodies is enough to suffocate a willing submissive, yet this game of cat and mouse won’t get either of us anywhere.

  Releasing her grip, she looks up at me with brilliant green eyes sparkling. There’s no lust, desire or want pouring from her gaze. Instead as we stare back to one another there’s a battle of willpower that neither of us are prepared to give in to.

  “Fuck, Connor, one day…one day,” she huffs stepping back resting her hands on her cocked hips.

  Shaking my head, I lean onto the top of my desk crossing my arms over my chest.

  “It’ll never happen, Ashley, but I do take pleasure in the games we play,” I state with a raised brow. “Now back to why you’re here. Don’t get me wrong, gorgeous, I enjoy having you in my presence, but I have things to do and you’re holding me up.”

  She looks to me with annoyance splayed across her face before turning and moving through my office. She takes a seat on the couch at the far wall. With the utmost poise, she sits ever so like the lady I know very well she’s not. She’s every man’s wet dream and there’s no denying the sexual chemistry that’s floating through the air, but together we are a vicious accident waiting to happen. It’s been understood since our first encounter that there was no chance of either of us controlling the other, instead we allow the tension to grow and use it on the willing subs within The Club.

  “Well, let’s get down to business then, shall we?” she questions before positioning herself on the edge of the cool, brown leather surface as she crosses her legs before reaching into her briefcase.

  “Would you care for something to drink?” I ask meandering over to a built in bar next to the couch.

  “Just my usual, I need a clear head to go through these documents with you. I have a business proposition outside of the magazine and need you to go over the contracts for me, no personal questions asked.”

  “Of course, I’ll look them over and we’ll see what I can do to assist you.”

  As I make us both a scotch on the rocks, I look into the mirror catching a glimpse of her biting down on her lower lip. Ordinarily this would be a turn on for me, a sign of gratification that is a visual cue for me to tighten the restraints while trailing a riding crop down the quivering torso of my submissive. Imaging the perfect female body shivering beneath me as I create a sense of pleasure they’ve never experienced has me wanting to get the hell out of here and to The Club. I’m desperately in need of a warm body and tonight I will find one willing to release their sexual needs to me.

  With both drinks in hand, I make my way over to the couch placing the glasses onto the table separating Ashley and me. Her arm extends out toward the glass, her cherry red nail polish catching my attention. This woman is sex on fire from the tips of her perfectly blonde hair, her mesmerizing eyes all the way to the heels of her stilettos.

  For the next hour, we sip on our scotch while I review the contracts. Taking a step outside of the magazine is a stretch for her and I’m not certain why she’s doing it, but as her attorney I’m willing to push all questions aside and provide her with the changes needed to accommodate all of her requests. As we finish up, Ashley collects all of her documents and places them into her briefcase.

  “Thank you again, Connor, for all of your help. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Not only as my attorney, but as a friend as well,” she says standing from the couch, handing me her now empty glass.

  “Ashley, am I sensing emotion coming from that cold black heart of yours?” I ask with a wicked smirk.

  “Don’t push your luck, Connor Samson, I’m simply informing you of how grateful I am to have you by my side. If you’re going to be an asshole about it, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself,” she retorts while crossing her arms along her chest.

  Moving to her side, I place a soft kiss to her cheek. She’s right, there are not many people I’ve allowed into my life, having her as a confidante means more to me than she’ll ever know. I’m just not willing to get soft about it. Instead I’ll sit back and watch as she slowly lets her walls down to me.

  “Will I be seeing you later?” she asks stepping away from my hold.

  “Yes, of course. I need to go home first, but I will most certainly be seeing you later,” I respond putting our glasses into the sink and moving toward my desk.

  “Have you thought anymore about bringing a guest with you next week?” she asks in a hesitant tone.

  She knows very well I don’t participate in bringing someone with me to The Club’s monthly member invitation. There’s too much of a risk for me to share my personal life with anyone I know on a professional level, except her.

  “I know what you’re thinking, Ashley, but I prefer to meet and greet woman sexually at the club. There’s no need for me to invite a guest; however, if you have someone in mind who would pique my interest, I’m always willing to satisfy a new pet.”

  “I’ll see what I can do, all mighty one,” she giggles as my eyes glance up to see her about to leave.

  “Wait a moment and I’ll walk you out,” I remark grabbing my briefcase and walking in her direction toward the door.

  She smiles back to me and loops her arm with mine as we exit my office. Now that the day is officially through, I mentally walk away from my profession and prepare for my evening of pleasure at The Club.

  Pushing the tendrils of falling hair out of my face, I zip up my camera bag before falling down onto the soft, mustard yellow couch in my office. Leaning my head back I close my eyes and rest for just a second. Today has been one of the busiest days I’ve had in a long time. After shooting four different models, six wardrobe changes a piece and an irate editor, I’m seriously spent. All I want right now is a way to teleport to my condo, fill the tub with rich smells of lavender and pour myself a large glass of chilled Moscato.

  Mmm, my taste buds are already screaming at me as my mouth begins to water and my tired muscles relax.

  Opening my eyes, I watch as Ashley, the layout editor and my colleague, walks into my office.

  “You look like shit,” she remarks with a wide grin.

  Leaning forward, I rest my elbows onto my thighs while giving her an evil smirk.

  “Sorry not all of us can make it through hell and back while still looking like a glamour queen,” I retort.

  With her long legs Ashley walks further into the room. Seriously this woman is flawless and looks like she just stepped off the pages of our magazine. Wearing at least five inch heels, a navy pencil skirt and a to die for white blouse, she gorgeous. As she takes a seat on the edge of my desk, she tosses her long, perfectly styled blonde hair off of her shoulder and stares back to me with piercing green eyes.

  Looking down at my own attire of jeans, a fitted white tank and my favorite converse, I feel slightly underdressed and this
is my norm. Especially when I’m working on location, I need to be comfortable. My chucks versus heels are way more relaxed for the random positions I find myself in, not to mention climbing over obstacles to get the shot I need.

  I take my finger tips and pull the rubber band holding my messy bun together out of place. My long dirty blonde hair falls down past my shoulders. To avoid eye contact, I lean forward and allow the curtain of strands to shelter my face.

  “Aww come on Jesika you are beautiful, even when you are a hot mess and you know it. Now pull your hair back on top of your head and let’s get the hell outta here. It’s Friday night and I need to go out and release some pent up frustrations of my own.”

  Tilting my head back, my eyes shift to hers. She’s still sitting, oh so prim and proper with a smug smile spread across her face. I can see the wheels spinning in her head and can only image what she has in store for herself tonight.

  “Well you go have fun with that. I’d much rather forget about this day and head home.”

  Moving to stand from the couch I walk toward my desk gathering any documents I’ll need to finish up some work at home. Completely ignoring Ashley’s presence I shove my things into my briefcase and grab my camera bag up off the floor.

  “Where do you think you’re going lil miss?” She asks.

  With my bags slung over my shoulder, I turn toward her. She stands from my desk, her hand on her hip with a look of determination splayed across her face.

  “I told you, I’m going home. I’m exhausted and just want to relax,” I respond.

  Taking a few steps toward me she rests her hand on my arm and smiles.

  “You definitely need to relax and I have just the way for you do it. Tonight is open invite to a club I go to and I’m not taking no for an answer. It’s time you let your hair down, forget about that asshole that broke your heart and have a little fun.”

  “Ashley I really don’t feel up to it, plus you said I look like shit. There’s no way I’m going out looking like this,” I say gesturing my arm up and down my body.

  Curiosity peeks my interest, yet there’s no way in hell I’d let her in on it. Ashley has always had another side, almost like a secret that she’s keeping and doesn’t want to let me in on…yet she’s asking me to go with her tonight. I’m apprehensive, my nerves are whaling beneath my skin, but I still want to know where, why and how she plans on releasing her frustrations.

  “Don’t worry. Follow me back to my place and I’ll fix you up. In no time you’ll feel like the dashing diva we both know you can be,” she says snapping her fingers before sauntering through my office and out the door.

  Scrunching my brows I stand alone in my office. What in the hell just happened? I’m not totally comfortable going to a place I’ve never been before and I’m certainty not okay having Ashley make me over like her personal Barbie doll.

  Releasing a heavy sigh, loose strands of hair blow off my face while I debate whether or not I should go along with her plans for the night. Just as I’m about to leave, she peeks her head back into my office.

  “Jesika let’s move it, I already said I’m not taking no for an answer so let’s go.”

  Dropping my head and slouching my shoulders in defeat I lock up my office and follow Ashley back to her place.

  My fingertips are so intertwined with one another I’m beginning to lose feeling in my forearms. As I sit here, pretending to enjoy this little make over, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable. The amount of makeup and product that has been applied to my face and hair is insane. I haven’t a clue as to what the hell I’m getting myself into being here or what’s to be expected at this club we’ll be going to.

  “So this club, where is it and what will we be doing there?’ I ask, the tone of my voice sounding like a pubescent boy.

  With a giggle she gestures for me to turn around and face the mirror. With a heavy sigh, I do as she says but not before closing my eyes. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, its not like I’ve never worn makeup before and gone out on the town.

  “Open your eyes Jesika, you look amazing if I don’t say so myself,” she coos.

  Counting to ten, I lift my lids and look at my reflection in the mirror. My hand flies up to my mouth as a burst of shock takes over my senses.

  “Holy shit Ashley,” I expel.

  I can hardly believe the sight staring back at me is…me.

  “Absolutely gorgeous girl,” she chants clapping her hands together.

  As I continue to stare I drop my hand from my face in awe of the woman looking back at me. Ashley has out done herself. My hazel eyes are popping beneath the subtle yet smoky shadows and my lashes longer than I’ve ever seen. She’s applied a hint of blush to my face that extenuates my high cheek bones and my lips…my God my cherry red lips look so full and….just wow. Turning my head from side to side, I admire the curls running through my long hair that leave smooth waves cascading past my shoulders.

  “I’m speechless,” I whisper.

  “You are a beauty Jesika. Like I said earlier, its time you let your hair down and have some fun. I’m just glad you allowed me to show you the beautiful woman you are. Now let’s find you something sexy to wear.”

  A lump forms in the back of my throat at the thought of me wearing something sexy. I’m so nervous I’m beginning to sweat…I don’t sweat.

  “Umm Ash, I don’t do sexy,” I say taking a few short breaths in hopes of calming my now raging nerves.

  “Hush now woman. Tonight is all about you and I plan on showing you a life you’ve never experienced and let me just say you’re in for a treat.”

  Wishing she’d let me in on more details, I follow her down the hallway into her bedroom and plop myself down onto her bed. My eyes watch her as she enters a walk in closet, flipping on a switch and disappearing from my view.

  “Ashley I’m kinda nervous. I don’t do the whole makeup and fancy shit thing when I go out. I need to you clue me in on exactly what it is that we’re doing tonight.”

  She pops her head out of the closet giving me a stern look and holding her finger up to her lips before going back in. With frustration building I fall back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling as my stomach starts to form knots of worry and apprehension. My eyes slowly close as I try to mentally talk myself down off the ledge and relax. A few moments pass and I hear a gasp come from Ashley. My eyes instantly open to see her holding a few hangers on each hand.

  “Girl get your ass up off my bed. I didn’t spend an hour curling your hair for you to flatten it before we even leave.”

  Quickly sitting up, I feel awful and I hope I didn’t ruin her hard work.

  “Good girl, now come over here and let’s see what will look best on you,” she says looking over my body from head to toe. “You have an amazing rack and ass. We totally need to extenuate them in one of these dresses,” she says with a giggle.

  Laying a few items on the bed, she reaches for something black and removes it from the hanger. I can’t help but stare at the itty bitty piece of fabric she’s hold up for me to see.

  “What the hell is that supposed to be?” I ask.

  “It’s a dress silly, now put it on,” she replies pushing it in my direction.

  Extending my hand I reach for it, but instantly feel subconscious how it will look on my body. I’m not a fat girl but any means, but I sure as hell have curves in places Ashley never will.

  “Umm Ash, I doubt this is going to fit, let alone cover me enough to feel comfortable.”

  “Bitch just put on the dress, I’ll be the judge if it fits you in all the right areas,” she retorts heading back into her closet. .

  Sensing I have no other choice and not really wanting to argue, I shimmy out of my jeans and tank before pulling the dress carefully over the top of my head. Once its on, I run my hands down the sides of my body, tugging onto the fabric so it lengthens down my thighs.

  My gaze snaps to Ashley as she emerges from the closet holding a pair of extremely high he
els, a set of leather boots and nylons. She walks toward me holding out the stilettos and nylons before gesturing for me to put them on. Rather than say a word, I follow her request. Sitting back down onto her bed, I remove the nylons and roll them onto my legs. Moving to stand I pull them beneath the fabric of the lil number she’s referring to as a dress and step into the shoes. I instantly feel a foot taller as I step around the room ensuring they fit and I won’t tumble out of them as I walk. I stand before a full length mirror taking in my appearance. The woman I see isn’t the Jesika I know. I haven’t worn a dress or hell, haven’t even put on that much makeup since I last saw him. There’s really never been a need to look the part or impress anyone since that night.

  My heart starts to ache with the thoughts and memories of the times we shared and how I left him. Time may have passed quickly, but deep down its been the longest and most difficult year of my life.

  “Perfect,” Ashley remarks.

  Her voice breaking through the silence pulls at my attention and I turn to face her. My eyes go wide as I take in her presence. From head to toe she looks a seductress, she’s a vision and nothing short of sex on a stick.

  “Wow,” I exclaim as she struts around the space showing off her chosen outfit.

  Taking her all in, I continue to scan her from head to toe. Her long blonde hair is now pulled up onto her head in a tight bun, deep red lipstick showing off her full lips and dark shadows bringing her bright green eyes to life. A lacy black corset, snuggly fits her body and pushes her boobs up so that they are on full display. As she turns, her feminine curves are showcased with a fitted black leather shirt that hits mid thigh where a pair of nylons run to the top of her killer leather boots.

  My eyes meet hers as she releases a giggle.

  “Come on now Jesika, say something. How do I look?”

  I close my gaping mouth and swallow hard. Who in the hell dresses like this to go to a club? No, more like what kind of a club is she really taking me to?