by James, Clare
“There are, yes,” Brinna says. “Watching someone do this for the first time is pretty exciting for everyone. And by the way you reacted on the dance floor, I think you’re going to like this. A lot.”
My head is so cloudy with want that I think I would agree to just about anything to get Gabe’s hands back on me.
“Okay,” I tell Brinna.
“Great,” she says quietly. “Let’s get you ready.”
Brinna unzips my dress and lets it fall to the floor. My dress didn’t accommodate a bra and my panties are at the feet of Venus, so that means … there is nothing under my dress. I’m standing here naked in front of God only knows how many beautiful people on the other side of the glass.
Yet, I only care about Gabe’s reaction.
His breathing is deep and raspy. That has to be a good sign.
“Scoot to the front of the bed,” Brinna says.
I follow her orders, locking my eyes on Gabe’s.
“Back against the headboard and place your hands above your head,” she says.
I do as she says without hesitation. They are her words, but his commands.
Brinna then removes restraints for my hands—thick black leather—from her bag and secures me to the headboard.
“I’m sure you’re driving everyone out there crazy, Stevie,” Gabe says, tracing my bound arms with his fingertips. “You look so beautiful.”
Strangely, I feel beautiful.
“Now your legs,” Brinna says. “Pull your knees up and spread them.”
I comply.
“Wider,” she tells me.
Oh my God, I’m clenching down there with my legs open wide for everyone to see. My head spins and I think it just might pop off. But as the good student, I let my knees fall wide. Brinna fastens the restraints to my ankles, tying them down to these special loops along the sides of the bed.
Her hands feel so good on me, too. I wish I would’ve agreed to let her do more.
“Gabe?” Brinna looks over to him for approval.
“Perfect,” he says, brushing a hand over her long hair. My insides flip at his sign of affection with her. He’s so incredibly sexy, yet still sweet and kind at the same time.
Gabe kisses me, slow and deep, and I know I’m already wet and glistening. “You just let me know if it’s too much, okay? I’ll stop at any time.”
“I will,” I tell him, knowing I’d never make him stop.
Gabe kisses his way down my neck to my breasts and I immediately arch into his mouth. He teases my nipples with light kisses and grazing teeth, and my head drops back. His light teasing takes a turn to sucking and biting. It’s a little rough and the lines between pleasure and pain begin to blur, flipping back and forth.
Moving to my left side, Gabe runs his hands down my stomach and my thighs. My sex throbs, craving his touch. “They’re watching you out there, baby. So I’m going to give them a little show.”
His hands slide between my legs and his thumbs push back my folds, showing my most intimate parts to these strangers. I am so vulnerable, so on display, so under Gabe’s control.
Gabe signals to Brinna, and she scoots down to my other side. Her fingers replace Gabe’s, holding me open, and it makes my eyes roll back in my head. What they’re doing to me is absolutely intoxicating.
“Is this okay?” she asks me.
“Yes,” I tell her.
In the next moment, Gabe’s wild dark mop drops between my legs. It’s a sight that makes me moan. And I do just that, until I feel his hot, wet tongue on me. Then I freeze as his tongue moves from my clit to my crease and back to my clit.
Instinctively, I pull on my restraints for some control. I want to touch Gabe, play with his hair, feel his head as he works to pleasure me. But being denied this, makes me sink further into bliss.
Gabe’s tongue starts to increase the speed of this glorious pattern, and I rock into it.
I’m pretty sure I’m panting at this point. He might actually kill me.
“Are you ready to come?” Brinna asks.
I nod vigorously, now able to see the faint images of the people watching us on the other side of the glass. My insides turn to liquid; it’s too much.
Brinna taps Gabe’s head and he looks up giving me the reprieve I desperately need. It doesn’t last. He switches gears and adds his fingers to the mix. They begin pumping inside, curling up in the perfect spot, while his tongue continues its assault on my clit. I start to go fuzzy again, completely lost in every sensation.
I can almost hear the countdown in my head: ten, nine, eight, seven—
Blast off.
The explosion goes off and there’s nothing I can do but take it. My teeth rattle from the sheer force of the orgasm. It keeps going, and my sex continues to contract around Gabe’s fingers over and over again.
As the last of the shocks course through my body, Brinna releases me from my restraints, and without a word, she leaves us.
Gabe rubs my wrists and ankles, kissing my neck and chest.
“So what do you think?” he asks me.
“Mmm?” I ask from the cloud I’m floating on.
“Public place was on that list of yours. Was this public enough?”
“Yes.” I breathe into his chest, and he wraps me in covers as if feeling my modesty coming back. “It was so amazing. The. Best. Night. Ever.”
“So, you ready to join this little club?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I say. “Where do I sign up?”
“No sign up, just initiation.”
“And what does that entail?” I ask.
“You already did it.”
“What?”
“Made a sex tape.”
I shoot up in bed in a complete panic.
“What?” I ask, finally finding my voice. “What the fuck, Gabe? That was filmed? Without my consent?” My cheeks burn and my eyes water.
“I’m sorry, baby. You said you wanted in and that’s all part of the initiation.”
“Why?” I ask, running through all the scenarios in my head of how this could get out. Did Gabe even want me or was this all part of his plan? The porno version of Girls Gone Wild.
“It’s not porn,” Gabe explains like he just read my mind. “Not for anyone else to see. It’s just a guarantee that what happens here, stays here,” The management has a, shall we say embarrassing file, on all our members. A guarantee that nobody will talk.”
“That is fucking insane,” I spit.
“Insane or brilliant?” He tries for cute.
It doesn’t work; I want to slap the hell out of him right now, but he’d probably like it.
“Don’t worry. The file won’t leave this place, unless you do something to threaten our little club or the members. It’s really no big deal, Stevie.”
“So I’m safe as long as I play by the rules?” I ask, pissed now that my perfect night has turned into this shitstorm.
“Correct,” Gabe says. “Welcome to The Club, baby. You have officially passed initiation.”
Great. Now what?
The end of Part 2.
Read more of Stevie Sinclair’s adventures in The Club, Part 3: Paying Dues. This third installment will be released on September 5, 2013.
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Clare James
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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