The Fire Saga (The Club)

by Katherine Rhodes

  Katherine Rhodes

  The Fire Saga

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  THE DARKEST CORNERS

  Copyright 2015 © Katherine Rhodes

  ANYTHING FOR HER

  Copyright 2016 © KATHERINE RHODES

  TEACH ME TO SIN

  Copyright 2016 © Katherine Rhodes

  SWEET PAIN

  Copyright 2016 © Jenni Moen, Katherine Rhodes, Emily Walker

  COME FLY WITH ME

  Copyright 2016 © Isobelle Cate and Katherine Rhodes

  All rights reserved.

  Published by JRA Stevens

  Cover by JRA Stevens

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

  Karim, Texas has a delightfully dirty little secret:

  The Club

  A private, exclusive BDSM world lies beyond the door of the unassuming 3-story building just off main street. All are welcome, but beyond the throbbing beats from the DJ and generous taps of the bartenders, no one know what lies upstairs.

  Except, of course, those who are invited. Few are.

  Even fewer stay.

  But if you are one of the lucky ones, one of the brave ones… all of your fantasies will come true.

  The Darkest Corners

  The First of The Fire Trilogy

  The darkest corners hold the most sinful delights.

  Tally Fremanis lives in the dark corners, seeking those sinful delights. It's been her whole life since college. A founding owner of The Club, she is a demanding mistress both in and out of the bedroom.

  Discretion in all matters is her modus operandi, and to this end The Club needs new security system. But when she hires Liam Dunfrees, she finds herself wondering if there might be more to him.

  The sparks that fly in the bedroom burn both Tally and Liam. With other scars beneath the surface, neither of them are sure they have the strength to fight for this potential new love.

  At the club, there are three rules--

  1. Keep your mouth shut.

  2. Keep your mouth shut

  3. Keep your mouth shut.

  But sometimes, someone has to speak up...

  Anything For Her

  The Second of The Fire Trilogy

  Completely naked.

  Austin Pepperdine took an instant shine to the pretty little maid who busted in on his nap. Temporarily taking over security at The Club for his ex-military buddy, he was exhausted most nights and often crashed in one of the empty rooms.

  Which was how he wound up naked and pointing a gun at Dana.

  Dana Dellaney had just been trying to do her job–and pulling the gun on her was a bit over the top. Granted, she may have overreacted as well, screaming bloody murder, but once Austin covered his shame (his rather impressive shame), she realized he meant no harm. The attraction was instant, and in a place like The Club, it was only time until they were both in that bed, naked.

  Austin wasn’t the man she had started out looking for. But, with his kind disposition, disarming good looks and his witty intelligence, Austin might be the best thing for her and Lola.

  After all, she was completely done with Ryan Dellaney.

  Problem was–no one was sure that Ryan was done with his ex-wife.

  Teach Me To Sin

  The Third of The Fire Trilogy

  Claire Roberts is one kinky f**ker.

  She loves submitting, she loves being tied up and she loves being spanked. There is only one Dom at The Club that makes her come, and makes her come back: Master Maddox. Their dynamic is so intoxicating, Maddox can't resist asking Claire out and getting to know her as more than just a sub.

  Even outside the doors of The Club, the chemistry between them is undeniable. Even giving up her submission to discover how far they could go with their relationship, Claire is utterly drawn to Maddox, and Maddox to her.

  But Master Maddox has a secret. One that will rip he and Claire apart, and rend his life in two--and Claire doesn't know how, or even if, she can help him.

  Sweet Pain

  Moen * Rhodes * Walker

  Was there anything better than a well-spanked ass?

  Abernathy McDowell didn't think so. As one of the lead Doms at The Club, he enjoyed helping women discover their submissive, kinky side. And the cute voice on the phone was looking for someone to help her do just that.

  When Gianna Fusillo finally gets him to shut up and listen to her, they realize there's been a horrible mix up. She thought she was meeting up with a john; she needed the money for her fix.

  Agreeing to play along with Abernathy for the night, Gianna is introduced into a world she didn't know existed--and never thought she would enjoy.

  And that scares her.

  Come Fly With Me

  Isobelle Cate & Katherine Rhodes

  Karim, Texas sweltered in the heat and it wasn't what I was used to. I came from a place where rain was incessant, where people experienced the four seasons in one day. Where my eyes were opened to a whole new way of living as a submissive. Problem was, I got burned. My master wasn't the Dom who sought my pleasure at the same time as his own. He only sought his own, convincing me I would find bliss when he came inside me even when I screamed my safe word. Sure, he got reported and banned. I received the help to face the demons he had placed inside my mind.

  But the damage had been done.

  I left England for a change of scenery. Even the surrounding nations that comprised the United Kingdom were not big enough for me to get lost and find myself. I needed to move to somewhere unfamiliar and maybe then, I'd find some semblance of peace.

  I never thought that I'd find peace with the very person I ran away from.

  A Dom.

  This is my story.

  Contents

  The Darkest Corners

  Anything For Her

  Teach Me To Sin

  Sweet Pain

  Come Fly With Me

  About

  The Darkest Corners

  The First of

  THE FIRE TRILOGY

  One

  NYU, Seven years before

  The tears simply wouldn’t stop.

  It wasn’t a full-out mournful wailing, or even the gut clenching sob, but a steady, sad, unstoppable stream of tears. That was the way Eileen found her when she walked in from her film class at eleven-thirty that night.

  “Oh, God, Tally, what’s wrong!” Eileen’s concern was truly genuine, dropping her notebook and purse on the floor as she slammed the door.

  Tally just shook her head. “It’s so stupid. So stupid.”

  “Tally, you look like hell! What is wrong? Just tell me you’re not hurt!”

  Tally jerked her head in the negative. “No. I’m not hurt. This is stupid.” She smeared the tears away from the corners of her eyes.

  Eileen stood and walked to the bathroom, then returned with tissues and the soda she snagged from the fridge. Handing the tissue to Tally, Eileen held the soda until she was done wiping her eyes and blowing her nose before handing her the soda. “You’re sure this isn’t someone hurting y
ou?”

  “It’s stupid, Ei,” Tally repeated.

  “You gotta tell me, girl, before I make that call.”

  Tally sniffled. “You know how I had it bad for Gerald, right? And we went for drinks and dinner and hung out?”

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “Can I finish? This isn’t his fault.”

  Eileen nodded apologetically.

  Tally continued, “Well, we went out for drinks after sparring tonight. He asked me back to his place. I told him it was my first time when we were there, and he was nothing but the perfect gentleman and kind and careful. But it’s me, Eileen. I had to go into my own head and find a fantasy to get there.”

  “Oh, Tally, I’m so sorry. You might just be one of those women who need a lot of help—”

  “That wasn’t it at all!” Tally wept, trying to catch the tears before they fell. “He was attentive. He knew what he was doing with himself and with me. But it was just awful. Just so boring. Just a sweaty, awkward dance in the sheets for something I’ve done for myself in the dark.”

  Eileen looked sadly at her friend. “I’m so sorry. Could be that he’s bad in bed anyway?”

  “I don’t know.” Tally sniffled. “I guess I thought it would be more…”

  “More what?”

  “Daring? Kinky? Adventurous? Rewarding? Damn it!” Tally dealt with the tears angrily this time. “It was perfect and I was just miserable. Folding cardboard would have been more exciting!”

  Eileen laughed. “As bad as all that?”

  Tally nodded. “I left, Ei. I couldn’t stay. I have to find a new judo school. I can’t face him again. He’s so perfect, and it was just so not what I expected.”

  Eileen sat down next to her and stretched out her legs. “So, let’s analyze a bit here before we start thinking something is wrong.” Tally nodded. “First, you said he was a gentleman. So we can eliminate the ring and run on him. How about…you were freaked out by a naked man?”

  “Art class? The human form?”

  “Ooh, that’s right. The model with the big unit. Nng. Wish you’d had a camera.”

  “Would have needed a long lens.”

  “High five.” Eileen held her hand up, and Tally complied. “So. Not afraid of the peen. Did it maybe hurt more than you thought it should?”

  “Not even.” Tally grimaced. “He was expert at relaxing me. Didn’t hurt a bit until he was well past that.”

  “Could be that!” Eileen held up a finger in success.

  “No, because after he started moving it was fine.”

  Eileen bobbed her head, the habit she had when she was thinking and weighing options. “Did you feel dirty?”

  “Not even remotely.”

  “Could it have something to do with your daddy issues?” Eileen looked hopeful. “Maybe that’s it! You didn’t feel like what you were doing was good because you grew up thinking that what you were doing was wrong. Sinful. And that in some Freudian manner, your daddy issues got in the way.”

  “I didn’t feel that way.”

  Eileen turned and looked at her. “And that’s the thing about Freud. You don’t feel like that. It has to do with your subconscious. Since your father almost beat the Bible through your skull, it could be that it’s sitting there, waiting to pounce and make you feel like you’ve sinned because you’ve had sex outside of marriage.”

  Tally thought for a moment. “Well, I guess there’s chance that could be it.”

  “Do you like Gerald?”

  “Absolutely,” Tally said. “I told you, he’s a gentleman.”

  “Give it another try. If cardboard is still more exciting, then we’ll work on it a little more. Including getting you some therapy for those daddy issues!”

  * * *

  They walked to the black delivery door, and Eileen rapped on the metal, hard. Tally wanted to smack her and tell her to calm down, but she was afraid that if she raised her arms that high, her breasts would pop out of the excuse for a shirt she was wearing.

  The previous Sunday she had told Gerald it wasn’t working. The sex wasn’t doing anything for her, and she couldn’t hold him back from finding someone who adored what he could do for them. She’d told him she would always have a special place for him, and it was true. She did think he was a wonderful man—just not wonderful for her.

  And Eileen had taken on the task of trying to figure out what was going wrong with her sexual encounters, ‘why pizza boxes were more enticing than actual peen’, as she put it.

  The door slammed open, and Eileen walked in. “I got it!”

  Tally looked up at her from the biology book. “What? Ei, come on, you know I have a big test tomorrow.”

  “Good, because then you can come out and celebrate with me.” She handed Tally a sheet of paper.

  Tally read the sheet over once. “This looks like a psychology experiment.”

  “Well, it is,” Eileen said. “For my Sexual psych class. The professor is a Dom, and he wants us to come to his club so we can see what BDSM is and what it isn’t. I begged him to let me bring you, Talls. I had to beg him. He had wrangled this for just the twelve students in his practicum. He had to make phone calls to get you permission. It’s a real, honest-to-God dungeon. No one can get into these things. Sometimes you can’t even find them if you’re looking for them and know people.”

  “No pressure.”

  “Come on, Tallulah. It’s not daddy, it’s not the guy, it’s not the orgasms. It’s not guys, it’s not girls.” Eileen sat on the bed. “Sex is awesome. It is. I swear it. We just have to find you your niche. You might be kinky, and that’s cool. You’ll never find out if you don’t at least check the place out.”

  Tally read the sheet again. “I just have to go? Not do anything? Not get involved?”

  “No participation is required.”

  “Fine.” Tally sighed, handing the paper back. “Let’s do it. Since Daddy’s already disowned me, there’s no reason not to go the whole nine yards.”

  And now, she stood in front of the black door, with her roommate and best friend knocking for entrance into what was supposed to be a BDSM dungeon. It was a long minute before the door opened, and Tally had to admit: she wasn’t impressed.

  The man was dressed in jeans and polo. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about him. “What do you want?”

  “Professor Simon sent me,” Eileen answered, holding out the paper.

  The dark figure in jeans took the paper and skimmed it over. “What class?”

  “Sexual psychology.”

  “What assignment?”

  That was an odd question, but Eileen didn’t seem fazed. “Deviant and Non-Deviant Behavior in Sadomasochism and Dominance-Submission.”

  “What’s your name? And I swear to God if you tell me your real name I will slam this door in your face.”

  “Doni,” Eileen said.

  “Says here your friend isn’t in the class, but Professor Simon will vouch for her on your word.” The man turned to Tally. “You get that this is completely out of the norm.”

  “Everything about it.” Tally nodded.

  “Your name, same rules.”

  Well, shit. Tally paused a moment and then smiled. “Beebee,” she offered.

  The man handed the paper back to Eileen. “The rules here are simple. One: everything is safe, sane and consensual. Two: if you drink too much and act the ass, you will be ejected. Three: your kink is not everyone’s kink, and that’s okay, and no judgments. Four, and the final rule: what happens here, stays here. Don’t cross the community, you will find that their reach is long, and you don’t want to be on the wrong end of it. Everything clear?”

  Eileen nodded, and Tally waited until he looked at her to add her nod.

  He motioned them into the dim hallway and slammed the door behind them. There were a few red bulbs on the walls as he gestured for them to follow. The hall was deceptively long, and finally they arrived at another door—this one made of wood and rather ornate.r />
  “There are stairs behind this door. Go straight down and get your masks. You’ll be given a locker, and you can put your handbags in there. Do not carry them around The Club, it’s too dangerous.” He opened the door, and light illuminated his face in time for them to see a smile flash across it. “Enjoy yourselves, ladies.”

  Eileen smiled and nodded, heading down the stairs. The man in the hall laid a hand on Tally’s arm. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions, my pretty. I think you will be intrigued by what you find below.”

  Tally inclined her head and hurried after Eileen, to find her collecting a mask and a key at the desk at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Masks?” Tally asked quietly.

  “Thursday nights are the only nights we let non-members in,” the desk clerk said. Tally tried not to be shocked by the woman—she had a bright silver collar with a large lock on it, a tight fitted corset that her breasts were crushed into, a thong, and thigh high patent leather boots. Nothing else. Her hair was bound up, and when she turned to grab the key for Tally, she could see the piercings in her back that allowed for a corset lacing against her skin.

  “Are there people here who would have to worry about that?” Eileen asked, in full researcher mode.

  The clerk looked confused by the question. “I can’t answer that. You haven’t signed a member NDA, so there’s no way we could let you in without a mask.” She pointed to a white curtain on a black wall to the right. “Through there. Please put your bags away, we don’t want you getting hurt or causing injury. Put your masks on, and head out into the main club through the back of the changing room.” She smiled. “Enjoy.”