Getting Rowdy: A Club Irons Novel (Irons Series)

by Drew Sera

  Anthony cares deeply for this girl. I know because I’ve watched him co-top with Colin for years, and none of the girls he’s played with have ever caused this much emotion to seep from his pores. There was something about her, and I knew this was the girl that was going to make Anthony question everything…and run the other way.

  Sneak Peek at Descent

  Book 1 in the Inferno Series by

  Ashton Blackthorne and Drew Sera

  Coming in September

  Had I made the right decision?

  Glancing around the room, I began to second guess my decision making skills. Today, I was moving in with my best friend that I've had since elementary school and her boyfriend. Most of my twenties, up to this point, have been spent living with my parents on and off again. Hopefully this time, I'll be able to stay out. While I had a lot of physical space at my parents, personal space was non-existent. They liked to know everything; where I was, who I was with when I'd be home. Despite being twenty-eight, they still had their thumbs on me.

  It was time to move on, I decided. And now, here I was. “Here” was a small bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. Though a much smaller place than what I was used to, I’d have more freedom here than in my entire life. Plus, my best friend was here. My parents didn't hate my best friend, but they didn't like her either. They tolerated her because I liked her and she was the only person that I've remained friends with since high school.

  “What? You're not completely unpacked yet, Leeds? You've been here a whole ten minutes,” Chasity joked as she walked into the room and flopped on the mattress.

  “Leeds” is the nickname she gave me when I first met her in the third grade. Chasity has always been like a sister to me, and I finally took her up on the offer to move in with her…again. This is our second attempt at living as roommates.

  Our first attempt was right after college, which failed miserably because neither of us had stable income. We shared a dorm room together at Syracuse where she earned a degree in criminal justice while I earned a degree in business administration. I started as a chemistry major but quickly found that the level of concentration it required was just not in me. Business Administration was…safe and a good fit for me. Chasity has had this place for a number of years now, and both of us have good jobs.

  Chasity jumped off the mattress, took the box out of my arms, set it on the dresser behind me and hugged me.

  “Come on, let's get you all set up and unpacked. When we’ve finished, I want to show you what Wade bought for me.”

  I followed her lead, and we chatted about Wade the entire time we unpacked. Wade and Chasity have a special relationship; a D/s relationship, that I admired greatly. Their relationship seems so intense and fulfilling to me, and I think it'll be fascinating to be in the same house with them. I'm interested to see how these relationships function in everyday life.

  After my room had started to feel more like me, Chasity led me down the hall to her and Wade’s room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched her go into her walk-in closet. She emerged with what I at first thought was a collar, but she was already collared. She sat down next to me and held it up to show me. Though I'm not oblivious to this lifestyle, I wasn't sure what I was looking at.

  She held it out to me, and I took it, turning it over to examine. It was an adjustable leather strap that had a smooth metal “O” ring where the two leather ends met, and on one side of the “O” were a few tiny metal prongs.

  “It’s a spider gag,” Chasity said as she pulled it from my hands. “See, these are the little legs.” Chasity pointed to the metal “legs” that was on one side of the “O.”

  Chasity demonstrated the use of the device as she placed it around her head so that the spider legs inserted in her mouth, and the “O” forced her lips to open wider. I laughed out loud and felt the heat in my cheeks flare. She took the device off and said it was to hold her open while Wade fucks her mouth.

  “Yeah, I figured that much after you got it on,” I said, which got me thinking.

  Chasity and Wade were members of a very private BDSM club, and I've heard about her evenings at the club for many years now. She somehow had been invited by one of her other friends to a guest night at the club. Wade was already a member and began pursuing Chasity. She’s always been into darker things and ran with the bad boys in college, so when she told me she was into kinky things, I wasn't the least bit surprised.

  Seven, the club that they were members of, had a particular set of rules. Chasity has only told me about a few of them, and they seemed pretty strict. The only way a female could become a member was if she was chosen to be an initiate. And from what Chasity said, the initiation processes was tedious.

  “Speaking of your kinky world, when are you taking me to that club?” I asked her.

  “Funny you should ask! My seasonal guest pass just became available at the beginning of the month, which means I can finally take you. Hell, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to take you there, but until this month, I hadn’t earned a pass to bring someone.”

  “I've wanted to go. And now that I’m away from my folks, I think it’ll be better timing. You know how they are. I didn't want the inquisition the second I walked in the door.”

  Chasity stared at me for a few moments, and I ended up looking away to avoid a conversation that I didn't want to get into. When I looked away, she flung her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a sideways hug.

  “They just care about you, Leeds.”

  I nodded but refused to make eye contact. Talking about my parents and why they were so over protective, wasn't on my list of things that I wanted to talk about today…or ever.

  Chasity could read me like a book and knew that she had put a damper on my day. She stood up and clapped her hands together.

  “Let's go tonight! Wade and I were going to take you out to dinner this evening, but let's go to Seven instead.”

  “Really?” I asked.

  The excitement in my voice made me sound like an eager child the night before Christmas. Going to this underground club was something I have hoped to do for a while now. I've visited a few dungeons in the area, and they've been okay and have made me curious about different aspects of play. But I've only encountered Service Tops, and I knew enough about myself to know that I need a little more than just a scene. I wanted a play partner. Someone I could build a trusting relationship with. One that wasn't built on bullshit or only lasted the duration of a play scene.

  “Come on, let's go raid your closet and find something for you to wear tonight.”

  Abandoning the spider gag, Chasity pulled me off the bed and led me back down the hall to my room. We began putting my outfit together while I was full of questions.

  “How many members are there? Does the Seven usually have a lot of people there on any given night?”

  “Hell, I don't know how many members there are, but there aren't a ton.” Her voice trailed off, mumbling about my skirt for the night as she held it up to a few different tops before returning to our conversation about Club Seven. “More of the seasoned members typically only pop in on the weekends though.”

  We settled on my outfit and decided on a time to depart. While I was in my room organizing some things, I heard Wade come home. Soon he appeared in my doorway and stretched his arms above to hang on the door frame.

  “Hey, Leeds. We’re glad you're here, sweetheart.”

  “Hi, and thank you,” I said and waved at him.

  “You must be all settled, Chasity said we’re taking you to Seven tonight.”

  “Yes! I'm looking forward to it. I could use a little candy for my eyes.”

  Wade looked at me for a few moments and then leaned on the doorframe.

  “Seven is very different from the dungeons you've romped around in. It's a much darker crowd, Leeds. Are you sure…”

  I cut him off, despite his frown.

  “I can handle the dark just fine, thank you.”

  I e
yed the night light on the nightstand that I brought with me but hadn't plugged it in yet. Wade crossed the threshold to my room and walked over to me. He bent down and kissed the top of my head before he placed his hand on the back of my head.

  “I just want you prepared for what you might see tonight, sweetheart.”

  I nodded and thanked him for his concern. Ever since I met Wade, he's been nothing but incredibly kind to me. Though I've never asked Chasity exactly what she's told Wade about me, I have a feeling she's told him everything. There has always been that protective, big brother feel that seems to radiate off him toward me. And that was all right by me. I have always wanted a big brother. Things might have turned out differently if I had had one.

  Wade announced we’d leave in about an hour and I continued to work on putting clothes into a drawer. I just finished organizing my party drawer when I hear a loud noise. It was an unmistakable sound of a paddle making contact with flesh. I turned my head toward the wall that my bed was up against. Chasity and Wade’s room was right on the other side of it.

  After hearing the rhythm of the paddle hitting flesh, followed by Chasity’s moans, I moved to my bed to listen. Hearing her get what I assume was her ass paddled, instantly turned me on. I kept staring at the same spot on the wall, hoping they'd continue. As Chasity’s moans got louder, I ran my hand over my jean clad pussy.

  Shit. I could tell I was swollen and wet as I pressed my hand against the crotch of my jeans. Sounds of the paddle making contact with her skin grew closer together. Wade was paddling her with fewer pauses between strikes. It was turning me on, and in the worst way, I wanted to rub myself.

  I fought the urge for a while but finally leaned back against my pillow, unbuttoned my jeans and kicked them off. I let my hand trace the top band of my panties, and soon I found myself tracing my pussy lips through the damp fabric.

  Closing my eyes, I got lost in the sounds taking place on the other side of my wall. I grabbed the pillow next to me and shoved it between my legs. I humped that pillow while I imagined getting paddled like Chasity. Unsatisfied with the pillow, I kicked it away and let my hand dive into my panties.

  Fuck! I was so swollen and ached. My fingers teased and toyed with my clit as the paddling raged on behind me. Plunging two fingers of my left hand into my pussy, the middle finger of my right hand went to work roughly on my clit. God, it felt so good as I rubbed on my engorged nub and shoved my fingers in all the way to my knuckle. My mind soared with images of being paddled, and finally, I hit the cliff.

  “Yes!” I whispered to myself as the implosion within began.

  I pinched my clit as I felt my pussy grip my soaked fingers for all it was worth. I rode that incredible wave until I crashed. I lay limp on the bed, fingers still lodged inside my pussy, and the finger that had been on my clit started to dry. My chest heaved from the increase of my heartbeat, and I took a few minutes to calm.

  As I pulled my fingers gingerly from my pussy, another familiar feeling was setting in. Disgust with myself.

  I glanced at the clock knowing I only had about thirty minutes to get ready and quickly took myself to the bathroom for a quick shower. Eyeing the faucet, I gave myself a moment to think. Fuck it, I thought and turned the water to a warmer than usual setting, then waited.

  I was disgusted at myself for having just gotten off while listening to my best friend get her ass paddled. My fingers wilted from my loss of control. I felt guilty and disgusted with myself. Steeling myself, I reached into the shower and felt the water.

  “Shit,” I said and quickly pulled my hand back. It was hot. Too hot. I turned the faucet just a bit to take the edge off.

  Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the hot spray. I swore to myself as I let the hot water do its work and punish me. Mindful of the temperature, I washed quickly. While I didn't let the water beat down on one location too long, I made sure my thighs and ass took the brunt of the hot water. Damn…enough.

  I stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at the red, blotchy patches of skin on my thighs. Feeling refreshed, I began quickly getting ready for Club Seven. As I pulled up my black stockings, I couldn't help but smile as the cool sheer fabric soothed the irritated skin on my thighs.

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