Club Esoteria 18
Silk in Bonds
Silk Zaccaro wants a man of her own. But there are few single club dominants to choose from. And of those, none seem capable of handling her hyperactive mind and bouncy body. She’s not called the Tasmanian she-devil on speed for nothing. While she loves helping others however she can, she wishes someone could help her stop worrying about everything.
Rafe Carlton has worked security at Club Esoteria, and watched Silk for three years. Finally, he has a chance to play with her, and begins her training on how to slow and still her mind and body. It doesn’t take long before he realizes that opposites attract and she challenges him in ways he never expected.
Will Rafe be able to settle her hyperactive mind as easily as he does her body? Will Silk run before he gets a chance? Or will Rafe run after meeting Silk’s shotgun toting mother?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 22,886 words
SILK IN BONDS
Club Esoteria 18
Cooper McKenzie
EROTIC ROMANCE
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SILK IN BONDS
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Author
SILK IN BONDS
Club Esoteria 18
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Silk Zaccaro stood in the middle of Club Esoteria’s main room and tried not to cry. Her emotions were so screwed up she wasn’t sure what was going on inside her anymore. She had finished her shift as a waitress and was now free to play, except there was no one to play with.
Looking around the room, she admitted she was happy for all her friends for finding their happily-ever-afters. On the other hand, she was also jealous as hell because they had what she wanted.
All the couples and triads of Dominants and submissives, Masters and slaves were enjoying themselves using the various pieces of sex club equipment. Too bad there weren’t any single Dominants in the house tonight, although she was only one of three uncollared submissives present. She now understood why Master Taurus and Mistress Jenna were selling the club.
She huffed a sigh. She needed something, someone, though even after almost five years of being a member of Club Esoteria, she still wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted and needed in a play partner. Maybe she should try her brother’s club in Raleigh next weekend and see if she had better luck there.
Looking to the back corner, she saw that even her brother Dominic, who was there for a second time, looked quite content. The fact that last weekend she had played matchmaker for him with her friend, Gia Rogers, and that things might not work out in the long run didn’t matter. Tonight he had someone to play with, someone to take care of, someone who needed what he had to offer. Too bad Silk couldn’t find someone like that for herself.
Taking a deep breath, Silk closed her eyes and an image of her sadness as little black suckers, like nasty little leeches, clinging all over her body filled her vision. Stretching her arms out to the sides, she dropped her head back and began to twirl around.
She didn’t think about the others in the room. They were too busy to notice her silliness anyway. She could get away with it, at least for the minute or two it would take to wind herself up into a better frame of mind.
As she spun round and round, she imagined the little black happiness suckers flying off, leaving her emotionally clean and shiny once more. Then, a new image formed, one of Rafe Carlton, the man she would most like to play with, but the big security guard was working the front gate again. Besides, he would never be interested in her. Whenever he played, he chose the skinny little blonde submissives, and never the same one twice in a row.
Blowing out a deep breath, Silk released all the negative emotion, allowing her lungs to fully empty. Sucking in a breath, she repeated the gesture, blowing out the internal bad as well. By the time she stopped twirling and dropped her arms to her sides, she was dizzy and giggly, but was in a much brighter state of mind.
At least she was until she opened her eyes and found Rafe Carlton standing about six feet away watching her. His face was nearly as red as her short-short, barely-covers-anything chemise. She wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or aroused as his expression was the same blank slate she’d seen on other dominants in the past. Except for his pale gray eyes, which blazed with heat.
Rafe was the one dominant in the club she had never played with. He had emigrated from England to the United States as a teenager with his family. His speech still contained a slight accent, which set her temperature rising every time she heard it. He juggled his j
ob as security at Club Esoteria with one at the local health club as a personal trainer, and she’d heard rumors that during the rest of the week he worked at one of the other bars in town as a bouncer.
Giving him a quick look up and down, she could tell he had finished his shift on the front gate and one of the others had taken his place. The suit and tie he wore while on duty had been shed, as well as the white dress shirt. He wore a black leather vest with his black dress pants and black shoes. The open vest drew her eye to this torso, which was ripped and rippling with muscle. She swallowed hard as she imagined licking each and every one. Several inches over six feet tall, and even with his hair cut in a short businessman’s style, Rafe looked like a barbarian warrior looking for a fight.
“Having fun?” he asked in his precise accent as one eyebrow rose in query.
Since she wasn’t sure if he meant the twirling she had just finished, or looking him up and down, Silk grinned and allowed her devil-be-damned personality loose. “As a matter of fact, I am, thank you. Got rid of all the bleckiness. Too bad there’s no one to play with, ’cause I’m in a mood to play hard. Guess I’ll just have to call a cab and go home to Bob.”
Rafe’s raised eyebrow dropped and he frowned. “Bob? I thought you were single.”
“I am single,” she admitted softly as her cheeks heated. “Bob is my battery-operated boyfriend. Since the single dominants are few and far between these days, Bob has become my play partner. Too bad even he has a hard time getting me off lately.”
* * * *
Rafe wanted to pump his fist in the air in triumph before sweeping the sexy little Silk Zaccaro up to carry her off. It was finally happening. He had been waiting for Silk to look at him with more than fear for months. Until tonight, she had never seemed interested when he finally made his way into the club at the end of the evening.
Needing to stake his claim, Rafe reached out and wrapped his right hand around her left wrist.
“Not all are spoken for,” he said softly, staring deep into her black eyes and hoping she understood what he was saying. “I have to find Mr. Jennings and give him a message, but then I’m free to play.”
Rafe was not a talker. He preferred action to words, though his job as a personal trainer required him to explain things. Here in the club, he had learned the unclaimed submissives could not be expected to know his mind.
He had to speak to them, tell them what and how he wanted things done. At least that was what Taurus had told him one night when they’d gotten together for beers and a football game last fall. He had complained about not finding a woman who fulfilled his need to tie them up and love on them until they were both puddles of goo. He might look like a sadist, but appearances, at least in his case, were deceiving.
Since that night, Rafe had become more discriminating in who he played with, but in the three years he had worked, and played, at the club, he had always imagined Silk wrapped in his ropes. Until just now, he had hesitated in approaching her, always choosing another submissive to practice on.
Truth was, Silk Zaccaro intimidated him. Though she was submissive, her sassy mouth, too-busy brain, and hyperactive body made her seem much more than he could handle. Would he be able to help her find a point of stillness, of silence, of peace where she could relax and fly? Or would any scene he had imagined fall apart because he expected too much from the Italian beauty?
As he watched, Silk’s eyes went wide and then cut away. She looked at everything around the room except him.
“Silk? Would you be willing to see if our kinks match up?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling up through his chest causing her to begin to tremble.
Her gaze returned to his then dropped. “I thought you’d play with one of the others like you usually do,” she said softly, speaking to his chest.
“Eyes up here,” Rafe said sharply.
He smiled inside when her eyes rose to his. “Tonight I want to play with an Italian wildcat.”
“Me?” Silk squeaked, her eyes going even wider.
Rafe nodded. “You. The question is, might you be interested in spending time with me?”
Silk blinked but continued staring up at him, apparently speechless. “Play with you?” she whispered after swallowing hard.
Rafe nodded and smiled. “Yes, wildcat, play with me. Or at least talk with me to see if we might be compatible. Then, if we are, maybe you’d like to try my ropes on for size?” Though he worded it as a question, he was determined to see the beautiful woman bound and at his mercy.
Silk looked over her shoulder at a couple in the corner near the stairs. Rafe followed her gaze and saw she was checking on her brother, the club’s newest member, who was with Gia, one of the club’s newer submissives. Then she turned back to him with a sweet smile that sent blood surging down his body to his cock. “Yes, Sir. I’d be honored to see if our kinks match up.”
Rafe nodded, then watched her peek back at her brother once more. “Leave your brother alone. Let’s go find Mr. Jennings, and then see if one of the rooms upstairs is empty.”
“Yes, Sir,” Silk said meekly, though her eyes cut once more to the corner.
* * * *
As Rafe retrieved his toy bag from behind the bar and exchanged a word with the bartender, Silk turned her attention once more to her brother. She could see his face. He looked happy with Gia cuddled in his lap. The lip-reading skill she had developed as a child came in handy as Rafe took her hand and led her toward the staircase. “…what do you say, princessa? I’ll even agree to letting you top me once a month.”
By the time Gia responded, they were close enough for Silk to hear her words. “Make it twice a month, and you have yourself a deal, but I’m the boss when it comes to the club.”
Instantly deducing that her sisterly blackmail scheme to have Dominic buy Club Esoteria had worked, Silk jerked her hand from Rafe’s and danced over to where Dominic and Gia sat.
“Oh my God, oh my God, ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” she squealed, her words growing faster and louder with each repetition. She began a happy dance that her family had told her on more than one occasion reminded them of a bouncy cartoon tiger who was almost as ADHD as she was. Though Dominic was her brother, she didn’t consider that her dance might expose anything that shouldn’t be seen by blood relatives as she danced in her skimpy red chemise. “You are buying the club.”
It didn’t matter that she was intruding on their post-scene cuddle session. She didn’t care that she was supposed to be escorting Rafe Carlton upstairs to find Mr. Jennings. Her brother was going to buy the club just like she told him he should and she couldn’t help herself.
“Silk,” a deep voice behind her warned her a second before she was spun around and tossed over something big and hard. “I told you to leave them alone,” Rafe said as he carried her away from the corner where her brother and her best friend continued talking as if she had never interrupted.
“But Rafe, he’s going to buy the club,” Silk said by way of explanation.
When a big, warm hand slid up the back of her leg from knee to ass cheek, suddenly the news wasn’t so important, especially once Rafe’s big hand came down hard on her left ass cheek.
Silk squealed as hot pain bloomed on her ass cheek. Before she could protest, he smacked her right cheek, then her left again in rapid succession. He continued as they went up the steps, one slap for each step he climbed. By the time they reached the second floor balcony where the private rooms were located, her ass felt like it was on fire.
She couldn’t see where he was going. From where she hung over his shoulder, all she could see was his lower back and ass, and oh, what a fine ass it was.
She heard a door open behind them and arched her back enough to see that Mrs. Jennings was just coming out of the room they had just passed. “Rafe, behind you,” she said, patting his ass affectionately.
That earned her another swat as he turned and headed to where Mr. Jennings had now appeared. “Mr. Jennings, there’s a Mr. Miles at the
front gate asking for you, but we didn’t have him on the list. You can see Jackson at the bar and he’ll send word out whether or not to allow him in.”
“Ah, Joseph finally decided to take us up on our invitation,” Mr. Jennings said. “Thank you, Rafe, and if you’d like to play with that sweet thing hanging on your shoulder, might I suggest this room? We only used the bathroom for our games this evening.”
Silk watched to the side as he stepped forward enough that he could see into the room before saying, “Thank you. This will work perfectly for what I have in mind.”
With the blood thumping around her brain making her dizzy, Silk had to close her eyes as he carried her into the room then secured the door. After moving a few more steps into the room, he bent forward and set her on her feet. With her eyes closed during the movement, her dizziness intensified for a moment. She moved her feet apart and felt her body sway like a sailor returning to land after a month at sea.
Finally opening her eyes, she looked around the room. “Oh my,” she whispered as the muscles between her legs tightened and her pussy began to dampen.
Though she had been a member of the club for five years, she had never played upstairs, though she’d heard from other submissives about how lush and wonderful all the rooms were. Something had always kept her from agreeing to play in the private rooms.
This room looked like something from one of her wildest gypsy fantasies. The back corner held a traveling wagon with the arched roof and beautifully ornate painting. The door of the wagon was open and she could see a bed inside covered with a silk quilt of reds and golds and purples.
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