Playing with Her

by Erika Wilde

  Playing with Her

  Erika Wilde

  Copyright © Erika Wilde, August 2020

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  He’s about to push her beyond all her sensual limits.

  Brent “Mac” MacMillan never believed he’d settle down again with just one woman. Until Stephanie Randall turned the heated lust between them into love. Now, he can’t imagine his life, and The Players Club, without her in it.

  But between their busy work schedules and planning a wedding, their “play time” has become secondary to their hectic lives. Mac is prepared to change that, and Stephanie’s birthday is the ideal night to surprise his fiancée with one of the hottest, most unforgettable gifts imaginable.

  Mac’s biggest fear is pushing Stephanie’s limits too far and this unconventional gift will test every one of her inhibitions. Will she use her safe word for the first time ever, or will she surrender to the intense sensual bliss Mac’s gift has to offer?

  *PLAYING WITH HER is a complete stand-alone novella for people who haven’t yet read PLAYING HIS WAY, but a sexy treat for those who want to revisit a favorite couple in The Players Club series.

  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Book

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Excerpt from The Marriage Diaries

  Other Books by Erika Wilde

  Chapter One

  “Here’s to the birthday girl,” Jillian announced, lifting her margarita glass in a toast. “Enjoy your day. You’re never going to be this young again.”

  Stephanie Randall laughed in agreement and clinked her own cocktail to the other five raised in her honor. Taking a sip, she glanced at her closest girlfriends seated around her at the Mexican restaurant in Old Town San Diego, so grateful to have each and every one of them in her life.

  “You all know how to make a girl feel special,” she said, her heart overflowing with affection for these women. “Thank you for taking the time out of your hectic lives, especially on a Saturday afternoon, to take me to lunch to celebrate my birthday, even though we’ll be meeting up again later this evening at The Players Club.”

  “I can’t wait for tonight,” Paige said enthusiastically, who’d recently had a baby and always looked exhausted as she tried to juggle her custom corset business, a toddler, and home life. “I’m so ready to have some alone time with my husband. I told Sawyer to book the Tarzan-themed room for this evening, because I miss his ropes.”

  Paige’s husband, Sawyer, practiced the art of Shibari, and his wife clearly enjoyed his brand of artistic rope bondage and riggings.

  Raina grinned, her eyes dancing playfully. “Someone is going to get all tied up tonight,” she said in a light, singsong voice.

  “Damn straight I am,” Paige said with a decisive nod. “And no fussy, teething child to interrupt the sublime pleasure of being the sole focus of my husband’s attention.” Her expression turned dreamy at the thought.

  “Here, here!” Kendall agreed, since she, too, had a little one at home and understood Paige’s difficulty getting quality time with her hubby. “I’m surprising Jase with the Beauty and the Beast-themed room. That whole forced-captivity fantasy is so freaking hot.” She fanned herself with her hand.

  Stephanie was incredibly proud of those private, provocatively themed suites she’d created specifically for The Players Club, which were far more erotic than the elegant, whimsical, and romantic bedroom concepts she usually designed for her regular clients. She smiled to herself, remembering how much fun it had been to seduce her now fiancé, Mac, in each of those rooms as she’d finished them. Taking on the massive project had been the catalyst to Mac finally giving in to his desire for Stephanie. Now, a little over a year later, she was engaged to the man of her dreams with a wedding fast approaching, and she couldn’t be happier.

  Paige sighed as she reached for the bowl of tortilla chips on the table and scooped one into the salsa. “Between work, babies, and doting on our significant others, most of us are insanely busy these days. We really need to make room in our lives for this kind of girl time more often.”

  “I agree,” Raina said, swirling her slushy margarita around in her glass. “I miss our Cocktails and Cocks get-togethers.”

  Stephanie grinned at the name they’d dubbed their monthly girls’ night out back in the day when they’d all been single and had no idea The Players Club even existed. Those fun get-togethers had consisted of alcoholic beverages, which made ranting about men who were jerks and their own lack of good sex the featured topic—though they could always count on Raina to recommend something kinky from her upscale adult boutique, Sugar and Spice, to make up for those lack of orgasms.

  “Well, most of you got married to great guys who are equally generous about sex and orgasms, so it made our original reason for Cocktails and Cocks null and void,” Stephanie pointed out.

  Jillian—the oldest of the group and Stephanie’s right-hand woman at her fantasy bedroom design firm—arched a dark brow. “Another three weeks, and you’ll be right there with the rest of us.”

  Yes, married to my own sex god of a man, Stephanie mused with a private smile.

  “Which will leave me the old maid of the group,” Summer said wistfully, who’d been quiet until now. “You all are so lucky to have found the one.”

  “You’re twenty-five and hardly old,” Paige said, putting her hand on Summer’s, who was a good friend and also managed her corset shop. “When you least expect it, the right guy will come along and sweep you off your feet.”

  Summer rolled her eyes dubiously. “I’ve been waiting, but my patience is wearing thin.”

  “Trust us,” Raina said with a soft smile. “The right guy is worth waiting for.”

  Even though it was Stephanie’s birthday, she had a special gift for Summer that would hopefully change the other woman’s single status. Summer was the only one in their group who hadn’t been to The Players Club yet, and at the moment, she believed she wasn’t going to be a part of the evening’s festivities since she wasn’t a member. It took an invitation for anyone new to walk through the doors of the mansion, and since Stephanie had an in with the owner, who was also her fiancé, she’d decided it was time for their last friend to experience all the pleasures The Players Club had to offer.

  Their lunch orders arrived, and while they ate their various Mexican dishes, the girls chatted about Stephanie’s upcoming wedding, wanting to know how everything was coming together. Despite it being a small, intimate venue with only family and close friends, it had been a lot more work and planning than she’d anticipated, even with the help of a wedding coordinator.

  When they were finished eating and their dishes cleared away, Stephanie opened her birthday presents and was showered with spa items, lingerie, a beautiful Tiffany bracelet from Jillian, and of course, the latest and greatest sex toys from Raina that had each of the girls wanting to
check out those particular gifts.

  “This was such a lovely afternoon,” Stephanie said happily as she set the last gift bag aside. “You all have spoiled me. But as much as I’d like to hang out a bit longer, I have an appointment with my hair girl in about a half hour.”

  “We completely understand,” Paige replied, then winked at Stephanie. “We’ll see you tonight at the club for a different kind of birthday celebration.”

  Stephanie grinned. “Yes, you will.”

  Mac had insisted they invite their small group of friends to the VIP area of The Players Club for a drink and birthday cake before everyone went their separate ways, to do their own thing. Her fiancé had also informed her that her present was at the mansion, in his private suite, actually, which meant it was most likely some kind of addition to the playroom they’d built there together with all their favorite items. Stephanie was beyond curious to know what he’d gotten her, because for the first time in a very long time, Mac had seemed uncertain and a bit nervous about this gift of his.

  “I hope you all have fun tonight,” Summer said, trying not to sound disappointed that she was the only one in the group who couldn’t attend. “I wish I could be there, too.”

  “So do we,” Stephanie said as she retrieved her handbag, completely aware that the other four women—who she’d told about her plans to include Summer this evening—were watching the younger woman avidly, anxious to see her reaction to Stephanie’s impromptu gift.

  “This is for you.” After withdrawing the coveted pristine white envelope from her purse, Stephanie gave it to Summer, who initially eyed the offering with confusion, until Stephanie explained. “Consider me your fairy godmother, because I’m granting you an invitation to The Players Club for tonight.”

  Summer’s mouth fell open in shock, then closed again as she accepted the envelope, which had the word Welcome embossed in black across the front. “Is this for real?”

  Stephanie and the other women at the table laughed at Summer’s disbelief. “Yep, one-hundred-percent real. I happen to be sleeping with the owner, and I know exactly what it takes to get something I want out of him,” she teased with a wink.

  Summer shook her head, still trying to process the fact that she was finally going to The Players Club. “Thank you. I’m so excited,” she said, her voice now reflecting that enthusiasm. “Oh, wow, I need to go buy something sexy to wear!”

  “There’s something else you need to do.” Stephanie handed Summer a slip of paper with a website URL, a user name, and a passcode that Mac had created for vetting and approving new members. “Because it’s last-minute, you’ll need to go online as soon as you can and fill out some paperwork under the account I’ve already created for you. You’ll need to provide some personal information, sign a few standard disclosures and agreements, and most importantly, don’t forget to complete the form for your soft and hard limits, though you’ll also need to discuss those sexual preferences with anyone you might choose to play with tonight.”

  Summer bit her bottom lip, suddenly looking uncertain as she glanced around the table at each of her friends, who were already familiar with all the protocols and activities offered at the club. “How do I know what I like?”

  “Just answer the questions to the best of your ability. You can also experiment with things that might appeal to you and decide from there,” Paige said.

  “And know that a safe word will stop anything you don’t want to happen once you’re at the club,” Kendall added.

  “Okay.” Summer nodded, her excitement returning as she clutched the envelope to her chest.

  “Other than that, once you get there and find someone you want to play with, trust your instincts,” Jillian said, offering her own advice. “If whatever you decide to do feels good and you’re enjoying yourself, go with it. And if it doesn’t work for you or triggers any anxiety, you safe word out of the scene, or whatever is happening. Your partner will stop immediately.”

  “And if he doesn’t?” Summer asked.

  “Then Mac will chop off his balls and feed them to the sharks,” Stephanie interjected, and while everyone laughed, she grew more sincere in her quest to reassure Summer. “Seriously, though, everyone at the club has been vetted, including background checks, and since Mac has taken over ownership and expunged any member who didn’t meet his personal standards, there haven’t been any incidents or reports of abuse of power.”

  Stephanie’s explanation seemed to satisfy Summer, and they all stood up to leave so they could get ready for this evening. The invitation to The Players Club had been issued and advice shared. How tonight’s events unfolded and what Summer decided to do in a playground made for sin were completely up to her.

  Chapter Two

  A few hours later, Stephanie looked at her reflection in the bedroom’s dresser mirror as she tried to attach the delicate clasp to the diamond choker Mac had given her for Valentine’s Day a few months back. Well, she referred to it as a choker, while Mac called it a collar for his pet. That pet being her. And she was more than okay with that since Brent MacMillan owned her heart, body, and soul.

  “Happy birthday, sweetheart, and fuck me, you look stunning,” Mac said in a low, sexy growl as he came up behind her and brushed her hand away so he could affix the clasp for her.

  She briefly met her fiancé’s dark, seductive gaze in the mirror before he returned his attention to securing her necklace. “Thank you, sir,” she teased, appealing to his more dominant nature, and felt a fluttering thrill in her belly when she saw the corner of his mouth curve in a wicked warning.

  When she used words like sir with Mac, it usually led to all sorts of fun, hot debauchery, and it had been too many weeks since they’d indulged in more than just a standard, quick fuck. Not that she was complaining, but she missed the longer foreplay, along with Mac’s more assertive tendencies in the bedroom and the push-pull between them that always ended with her acquiescence.

  Between Stephanie’s chaotic work schedule, Mac’s recent business trips out of town to sign on a high-profile client to his security firm, Noble and Associates, and her planning their upcoming wedding and reception, they’d both been distracted. Tonight, they’d promised to make time for them, and she was already anticipating the seductive evening ahead.

  For her birthday celebration and their evening at The Players Club, she’d chosen a formfitting red cocktail dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves and a plunging sweetheart neckline that showcased the diamonds now glittering around her throat. Mac was wearing one of his tailored black suits and a white linen shirt that made him look like sex on a stick—which he totally was, every single impressive inch of him.

  Even at thirty-eight and eleven years older than her, he made keeping in shape a priority and had a lean, toned body made for sin. Everything about Mac was breathtakingly gorgeous, and she still couldn’t believe that he was all hers. Especially when he’d resisted the attraction between them for so long.

  Finished securing the choker, he placed his big, warm hands on her bare shoulders and dipped his head to kiss her neck, just below her ear. She’d worn her long, blonde hair up tonight, and between the idle stroke of his fingers and the caress of his damp lips down the side of her throat, Mac didn’t hesitate to take advantage of all the smooth, exposed skin available to him.

  He nuzzled her ear again, his heavy-lidded gaze meeting hers in the mirror attached to the dresser in front of them. “So, my pet wants to look owned tonight, does she?” he murmured, lightly tracing the diamonds encircling her neck that, to him, indicated his possession of her in a place like The Players Club.

  She shivered, already craving his provocative touch everywhere else. “I do,” she whispered, and wasn’t surprised to feel her nipples tighten and scrape against the bodice of her dress. “It’s my birthday, so I think I’m entitled to whatever I want.” She deliberately injected just enough sass in her tone to provoke him.

  It worked. Behind her, she felt his demeanor change, and a familia
r excitement shot through her.

  His hands dropped to her hips, holding firm as he turned her around to face him, his expression fiercely dominant. “When you wear this collar, all your entitlement and rights become mine. Or maybe you need me to remind you who’s calling the shots tonight?” He arched a dark brow.

  Stephanie trembled at the sexual promise in his gaze. During the day, she might be a successful, independent businesswoman who would never let any man get the upper hand, but with Mac, and in the bedroom, she was a woman who absolutely loved submitting to him. To his dark, forbidden desires. To the illicit, generous pleasure he always gave her in return for her obedience.

  But Mac also enjoyed a challenge, and she was always happy to present one, knowing just how much hotter it made him and the ensuing sex.

  “I don’t think you have time to show me who’s boss,” she taunted.

  Lifting his hand, he gently but firmly splayed his fingers along her jaw and tipped her head back until she was forced to look into his glittering eyes. “Really?” he drawled, and though his tone was casual, she knew his intent was not. She also recognized all the intimate signs that they’d just shifted into a scene and he was the one completely in charge now.

  “Yes, really,” she whispered, purposefully defiant.

  A dark smile touched his lips. He looked at the watch on his wrist, clearly gauging how much time they had before they needed to leave to be on schedule for her birthday celebration at the club. Not a lot, but Mac was a man who made the most of every minute. He also wouldn’t give a shit if they walked in late with her looking as though she’d already been thoroughly fucked by him.

  Or maybe that was his intent.

  He returned his gaze to hers, his hand still holding her jaw, keeping her face forced up to his. “I think you underestimate my ability to make you do whatever I demand, when I demand it, and make sure you know who, exactly, you belong to.”