by Kat Catesby
“I offered already,” she smirks. “I’m glad you’re happy Katie. This relationship seems to suit you; I’ve not seen you so relaxed and contented for years. But if he goes all asshole on you, you tell me. He’s a big guy but he’s not bulletproof and I know people.”
“You’re strange Mads.”
“The strangest,” she agrees
“But you’re my kind of strange and I love you.”
“Do you love me enough to come with me on an errand that you might not like?” she asks hopefully.
“Of course,” I answer automatically and hope I don’t regret it. “What is it?”
“So, Asher gave me a tip for a job and I made contact with the owner of this club. He’s been busy all week so he’s not been able to see me for an interview until today. Will you come with me?”
That is odd. Why on Earth does Maddie – my amazingly confident Maddie – need a chaperone for an interview?
“Um, okay? I’m a bit confused as to why you need me with you?”
“Okay, don’t freak out, but it’s for a dancing position at a sex club.”
“There’s a sex club here in town?” I ask incredulously.
“It’s sort of an exclusive club. You know, high paying members, exclusivity and secrecy, that sort of thing. Dixon, the owner, says it’s on the level – employees aren’t paid to have sex with the clientele. Guests can have sex with each other and some performers are paid to act out sexual scenes on stage but I wouldn’t be doing any of that. I would be purely dancing on the pole and helping out behind the bar.”
“Wait. Back up. Asher told you about this exclusive sex club?”
“Um, yeah. He didn’t mention it to you?”
“That he knows about the town’s underground sex club or that he recommended you for a job? Pretty sure he didn’t mention either.” I breathe heavily for a moment, trying not to get eaten up by anger and insecurity.
“Okay Katie, let’s think the problem through,” she soothes. “Asher didn’t tell you and that sucks but let’s consider perhaps why he didn’t?”
“Because he thought a club full of bondage and sex would upset me. If he mentioned it though, he’d find out it doesn’t.”
“It doesn’t?”
“No. I know it’s quick but I feel safe with him. I’ve let him restrain me a bit and control our sex. I’d be up for going to a sex club with him. Color me intrigued.”
“Wow. I think he really is good for you.”
“I think so too. He should have told me though, especially the part where he suggested you work there.”
“I agree with you, in the very basic sense of not keeping secrets from your partner. But if he told you about helping me with the job then he’d have to tell you about the club, which brings us nicely back to the original point where he probably didn’t tell you about the club to avoid upsetting you. But he’s a man and they don’t always see that omitting information to protect someone causes just as much upset as being honest with the painful truth.”
“I really admire your ability to think situations through logically Mads.”
“Sometimes you just need someone to take a step back and point out the argument without the tangle of emotions. Definitely bring it up with him though. Work through it and then have epic make up sex.”
“Sounds like my kind of plan. Thanks, Mads. I mean it.” I’m not thrilled that Ash kept this from me but Maddie raises a good point. He’s been very respectful about things that could upset me and he probably thought to mention a sex club was a conversation too far at this stage. He’s not malicious, just misguided.
“Care to show your appreciation for my wisdom by coming with me?”
“What’s the name of this club?”
“The Rock Hard Club. I’m sure it’s on the level, considering it was Asher who told me about it, but I’d rather have someone with me until I know first-hand, you know?”
“Yeah. Of course. Let’s go check out the kinky sex club,” I grin.
Half an hour later we arrive at a non-descript warehouse looking building where a burly looking security guard lets us in.
“Downstairs is apparently just a regular club. Alcohol, dancing and lots of tourists. Upstairs is where it gets interesting,” Maddie whispers.
The burly security guard gestures for us to walk down a dark, innocuous corridor and through a door that when closed, I imagine blends with the wall to be almost invisible unless you know it’s there. Behind the door is a staircase to the upper floors. Everything is painted the typical burgundy and black colors you’d imagine a sex club to be but it’s not over-the-top or in your face. The tones, detailing and lighting give off a sumptuous and sensual vibe.
We exit the stairs on the next floor and walk into a sex enthusiast’s wonderland. It’s truly decadent and amazing and instantly has my skin prickling with goosebumps. The main space is dotted with stages and exhibition cubes for the sex performers and poles and hoops for aerial dancers. Plush chairs and couches surround the small stages, gauzy wisps of material drape strategically to divide the space to give it an enclosed and intimate feel. There’s an elegant looking bar in one corner and a series of smaller, private rooms along one long length of the club. The room has a circular vibe with the stages loosely arranged around an intimate dance floor for guests. I’m not sure what’s upstairs but if it’s anything like this floor, it’ll be amazing.
“This is seriously cool,” I whisper to Maddie as a tall, dark and tattooed hunk of man-godliness approaches. Not my type but definitely Maddie’s. I see her blush in the dim light as Mr. Handsome locks eyes with her and extends a large hand in her direction.
“Maddie, I presume? I’m Dixon Cooper, the owner,” his voice is deep and gruff. Definitely Maddie’s type. Except she’s not so fond of fucking the boss like I am – she’s smart.
“You presume correctly. Nice to meet you, Dixon,” she shakes his hand and I swear her blush deepens but it is hard to tell in this light. “This is my friend Katie. I asked her to come with me until I knew this place was legitimate. I hope you don’t mind?” She’s not really asking if he minds; it’s one of those polite Maddie questions where your answer doesn’t count for shit because she’s going to do whatever she wants or needs to. But Dixon doesn’t know that.
“Not at all, that’s a smart move, especially when you are new in town.” He turns his attention to me and shakes my hand firmly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Katie. Ash can’t stop talking about you so it’s great to meet you in person. You should go say hi while I speak with Maddie,” he jerks his chin towards a small lit stage on the far side of the dance floor that I hadn’t focused on before.
As Maddie and Dixon walk off in the direction of the bar I look closely at the stage and notice there are a small group of naked female performers practicing their bondage skills and…holy motherfucking Christ…
Ash is their instructor.
Chapter Ten
Asher
I look up from my handiwork to see Dix heading towards his office with Maddie. Wasn’t Katie supposed to be spending the day with Maddie? I get that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Ash, your girl’s here,” he calls over his shoulder.
What?
I glance towards the staircase and see Katie, my woman, looking at me with confusion and distrust while I stand here surrounded by naked and bound performers.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I knew in my heart of hearts that it was the wrong move not telling her what I had to do today. She acts so confidently but she has to work damn hard at it and I didn’t want to give that hard-fought confidence a knock. But omitting the truth has done it anyway.
Hindsight is a bitch; a bitch with twenty/twenty vision.
“Katie,” I breathe as I bolt across the club to her. The performers are fine to be left; one girl isn’t tied up so she can undo the knots binding the others.
Katie doesn’t run or turn her back on me. She’s rooted to the spot with a wa
rring expression of her face like she can’t decide what reaction I deserve. But I take the fact that she’s still stood here as a good thing.
“Let me guess, it’s not what it looks like?” she says sourly.
“Clichéd but true. Can we talk?” I gesture towards one of the private rooms and Katie nods, allowing me to take her hand and lead her to the nearest.
Another good sign. I dare to hope that I can dig my stupid ass out of the crater I’ve made for myself.
Her small hand feels warm and tender in mine as I close and lock the door behind us and turn to face her. She eyes the decadent room and despite the anger I see in her eyes, I swear there’s a flash of desire too. The room is decorated much the same way as the rest of the club; burgundy and black with a sumptuous bed and sofa and a crystal chandelier casting fragmented shards of light. Satin and lace drapes cover the walls, hiding the assortment of equipment and toys behind them. There are strategic hooks and restraints throughout all of the private sex rooms. I desperately want to tie Katie up beneath me and fuck her so hard until all the doubt and fear leave her and she knows exactly what she means to me but that’s not the way to go about it.
“Go on,” she snaps. “Explain to me how it’s okay for you to be tying up naked women who aren’t me. Tell me why it’s okay to keep your membership to an exclusive sex club a secret despite hooking my friend up with a job here. I can deal with many things, Asher – I have dealt with many things – but lying isn’t something I’m willing to tolerate. I’d rather take uncomfortable truths over the hurt and humiliation of having my trust misplaced.”
“You’re right – “
“I wasn’t’ finished. Wait, what? I’m right?”
“You sound surprised to hear me admit I was wrong? I’m not an idiot Katie, well I sort of am, but I can admit when I’ve fucked up. I didn’t trust that you could handle the truth but that wasn’t my call to make. I should have given you the opportunity to decide for yourself instead of stubbornly insisting that I protect you from everything that could upset you. I’m new at this Katie; after Sylvie and before you, I only had unemotional sexual arrangements with women. I never had to take their feelings into account before. Now I have someone who means the world to me, who I want to protect, whose feelings are more important than my own and knowing that I have the power to hurt those feelings is pretty fucking daunting. I hate that I don’t have all the answers, that I’ll make mistakes and that those mistakes could upset you. I’m learning how to build a relationship but I’m not perfect. Today is a prime example of that.”
“No one is perfect Asher. I sure as fuck am not. But we can choose to be better and to be honest,” she looks expectantly at me.
“Dixon and his brother Max are my oldest friends so I’ve had a membership here since the club opened. Despite what you must think, I don’t frequent this place all that often. Over the past year or so when I have visited, I’ve only been watching the performers, not hooking up with other patrons. Given my work on the ranch and my proclivity for tying women up, I’m pretty handy with ropes and knots. Every now and then Dixon asks me to come in to teach bondage to the new girls or to teach the experienced girls some advanced techniques. I already told him that today will be my last session but this one was already organized so I couldn’t get out of it. I didn’t want to bail on my friend but I should have told you.”
“Yes, you should have. Because you’d have found out that this whole thing is actually a little hot. Watching you tie someone up with those capable hands of yours was a shock. But as uncomfortable and unexpected as it initially was, it was a shock because it was hot watching you.”
I was not expecting that.
“You never fail to surprise me. I thought you’d scream and shout and accuse me of cheating or somethin’.”
“Such little faith,” she teases dryly. She’s not moved from her spot in front of me and despite her stiff posture, I can see the anger dimming in her eyes.
“Having a relationship is new territory for me, I’m not sure what to expect.”
“My default would be to be angrier with you but I’m trying Maddie’s approach to things,” I furrow my brow in question. “Maddie is logical,” Katie replies. “She takes a step back and tries to look at the bigger picture. She’s pretty good at seeing more than just her perspective. We already had a conversation about why she thought you didn’t tell me about the club and her job. She concluded that you were misguidedly trying to protect me and I was inclined to agree. That doesn’t mean lying by omission is okay, but it means that I understand your motivation. I’ve gotta say, Maddie is your biggest advocate. She thinks you’re good for me.”
“She does?”
“And I do too. As long as there are no more secrets.”
“I promise I have no other secrets and I’m so sorry that I hurt you by keeping it from you.”
“I trust you, Asher. That’s why a club full of bondage equipment isn’t freaking me out. I feel safe with you. Safe enough that I think I want to come here with you sometime. I never thought I’d be able to say that about a sex club but that’s how much you’ve changed me for the better. I’m not going to throw that away just because we’re still learning how to have a relationship and communicate with each other. I can’t imagine there are many things I wouldn’t forgive you for; please don’t test the limits of that though,” she smiles softly at me.
All I can do is kiss her. Kiss her for being amazing and willing to forgive my fuck-ups. Because let’s be honest, there are many ways this situation could’ve been viewed; and in many of them, it would’ve ended with a dick punch and the words ‘it’s over’ being screamed at me. Not many women would be prepared to let me explain and to calmly look at this for what it really is…an explicit job on the side. I love that Katie is kinky enough to find me tying up other women sexy – that element alone would’ve been a deal-breaker for many. And she wants to come here with me sometime; I didn’t see that coming. Katie is definitely opening up to me sexually; I’m so proud of her courage and happy that she chose me to join her on her sexual journey.
As usual, it does not take long for our kiss to combust into something insatiable but I’m aware that I am supposed to be outside giving a tutorial. For a minute I’m torn about what to do next.
As if sensing my conflict, Katie pulls back slightly. “I think you should finish your lesson…while letting me watch.” Desire and intrigue flare in the depths of her sparkling blue eyes and I get a thrill thinking about her watching me bind those girls. I grab her by the hand and pull her back into the main room of the club and deposit her in one of the sofa’s next to the stage I’m working on. She giggles a little at my caveman manhandling and the sound sends a shiver straight to my cock.
I spend the next 20 minutes demonstrating and assisting the girls with their bondage attempts and fighting a raging hard-on. Katie has been watching me intently the entire time, apparently mesmerized by my hands restraining the performers. I feel like I’m the one performing for Katie. She watches every touch I make, every knot I tie, every gasp as rough rope gently chafes soft skin. All the while her cheeks are flushed a rosy pink, her eyes wide with anticipation, her lush bottom lip bitten between her teeth as she subtly squirms in the chair, clenching her thighs together for some friction to relieve the tension she’s obviously feeling.
Maddie is still being interviewed by Dix when I finish.
Good.
I coil up the last of the rope while Katie waits patiently…well as patiently as she can for being as aroused as she is. As I place the rope in my bag, I spot something…a length of red, satin ribbon. I snag it and stuff it in my jean pocket before taking Katie’s hot little hand and leading her wordlessly back to the sex room from earlier.
As soon as I have the door locked and turn to face her, she leaps into my arms, kissing me urgently. I give my cock permission to go full salute and it feels so good not to have to fight it. Grabbing handfuls of Katie’s ripe ass, I keep her legs locked ar
ound my waist as she drags her fingers through my hair, gripping tightly and then pulling it back so that she has space to bite the sensitive spot of my neck below my ear. I grind my erection into her pelvis giving her the friction she needs to moan loudly. My woman is never quiet when I pleasure her and I fucking love it.
I pin her to the wall, nuzzling the column of her neck with my teeth, lips, nose, and tongue and feel her shiver in my arms.
“Oh god, Ash,” she gasps.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the satin ribbon and dangle it in front of her, making my intentions clear.
“Strip. Now.” This is the moment of truth. I’ve restrained her movements a little during our lovemaking but I have never been controlling and told her what to do. I am curious to see how far being in this club and watching me has loosened her up. Looking at her intently, I convey my demand with my eyes but give her the opportunity to say ‘no’ if she needs to.
After the longest moment known to man, she frantically undoes the buttons of her shirt, throwing it aside and peeling off her jeans before all that is left is her underwear. White. Lacy. Underwear. She is the embodiment of an innocent angel about to be thoroughly fucking corrupted by my devious desires.
“Good girl,” I breathe through gritted teeth as her bra slides down her arms and onto the floor followed closely by her panties. She is completely naked before me and the sight blows my mind. How did I end up with someone so beautiful, so willing and so trusting in me?
The last time I was fully clothed while she was naked there was a glimmer of fear in her eyes, but not this time. Right here, right now, she’s lost to our desire and there’s nothing holding her back.
Katie holds her wrists out before her like a perfect little submissive and allows me to tie the smooth satin around her silky-soft skin. “This ends whenever you want it to or when we come screaming each other’s name. Do you understand?”
