by Lexi Noir
She shrugs, “But when you do, you’ll love him.”
She’s so certain. I guess time will tell.
Today has been one hell of a day, I’m itching to get some of my frustration out. The sooner I get to Club Temptation the better.
Chapter 3
Emme
When I’m on the subway to Ember’s place, I take a moment to think about Logan. I can’t believe he asked me out to dinner. Would I have gone if I didn’t already have plans with Ember? Not sure. I like to play hard to get and he has a lot to make up for what he did this morning. Even though he apologized, I know that I’d make him work harder to get me to accept his apology.
But God, when I looked over my shoulder and winked at him, his mouth opened and he didn’t know what to do. I love that I shocked him. I love that he was interested, because I know he was definitely interested. That extra sway of my hips every time I walked in front of his wasn’t for nothing; it was there to entice so that when I turned him down he would definitely feel sorry for what he did to me.
I know I sound like a bitch, but I’m not really. Honestly, I’ve just had to grow a thick skin to get where I am in the company. Sometimes it spills over into my private life.
The subway stops and I get off and work my way back up to the surface. It’s always so good to take that first gulp of air when you rise to the surface; it’s like you’ve been holding your breath and you’ve just found the ability to breathe again.
It takes me another ten minutes to get to Ember’s place and she’s waiting for me when I get there. As I let myself in she hands me a glass. “Here’s the best stress reliever after sex,” she says, laughing. I take a sip and another one straight away.
“Jeez, Ember, this is potent. Are you trying to get me drunk tonight?” I laugh as I put my briefcase and jacket down on the table next to the door. I follow her into the kitchen, holding out my glass when I’ve emptied it in four sips.
“See, you need this, Emme. After we eat we can have a look and see what we can wear tonight. I have plenty that will fit you.” We share clothes as we are similar tastes and the same size.
“Give me another drink and I’ll do whatever you want me to.” She laughs and makes me another drink. “Keep them coming, Ember.”
We have a takeout and drink more margaritas. Not too many, we don’t want to be drunk going out, but now that I’ve mellowed out after my earlier stress, I drink water. I won’t drink anything while I’m out. I still have to work tomorrow.
“So, tell me about Club Temptation, Ember. How exclusive are we talking?”
Ember looks nervous. She looks like she wants to say something, but she’s holding back on me.
“Come on, just tell me. I’m committed to go now, so it won’t make a difference.”
“Well.” She looks to the floor. When she raises her eyes again, she smiles. “So, you know my kink, yeah?” Ember likes to watch other people having sex. She also likes to be submissive in the bedroom.
“Yeah; what has that got to do with anything?” I’m a little confused.
“Well, Club Temptation is my dirty pleasure. I go there and watch other people having sex, but not just anywhere. They go into a room and they leave the curtains open if they want people to watch them. It’s a safe place for me to go and do what I love doing.”
“I am not going to a sex club, Ember,” Like, what the fuck?
“It’s not bad like that. You really need to give it a chance and see what you think. I promise you you’ll be safe and I’ll be there with you. If you feel uncomfortable then we will leave right away. I promise.” She takes my hand. This is a little bit too much for me.
“Ember. I don’t know if I want to watch others get their rocks off while I’m on a sabbatical from sex. What happens if I get excited? How is that good for me?”
She laughs. “Emme, everyone gets excited; that’s the whole point. No one will notice or be disgusted because everyone is in the same boat. How do you react in the bedroom? Are you different to how you are in the boardroom?”
I think about it and take two sips of my drink. “In the boardroom I am a Rottweiler. I know what I want and I’ll do whatever it takes to get it. When I’m in the bedroom, I don’t like to take control. I want to be shown how much someone thinks about me without me having to tell them what to do. Does that make sense?”
“Sure it does. It means that your submissive…”
I stand up and hold my hands out in front of me. “Nope. No way. I am not submissive. I am dominant. I’ve been told that I dominate a boardroom when I’m in it.”
Ember takes my hand. “Babe, you don’t have to be submissive in every aspect of your life. You can just be sexually submissive. Because you have so much control at work, it’s not a bad thing to want a man to take over and make sure you are looked after. There’s nothing wrong with that. Anyway, tonight we just watch. No playing allowed.”
“Playing? What am I letting myself in for, Ember?”
Ember laughs and grabs my hand and takes me into the bedroom to get ready for the night.
As soon as we walk in through the doors of Club Temptation my senses are on overload. There’s a smell, like rose petals. The lights are dim and there are lots of noises, which I can’t yet place. “Ember, it’s beautiful in here.” I look around me, taking it all in.
The club is beautifully decorated, very sensual, which I am guessing is the point. She takes my hand and brings me down some stairs to a large room, where there are cushions on the floor and people everywhere. I can see some couples making out. Some threesomes making out—looks interesting—and some people walking around.
I grab her arm. “Why do some of the women have chains hanging off their necklaces?” This is so fascinating.
She laughs. “They’re true submissives and when they have found their partner they get collared. A lot of submissives have the collar but there are only some that like to be led around by the chain. I’ve never had a collar, but I’m not submissive enough for a lead.”
“This is all so new to me, and it’s so fascinating.” I look around and try not to stare. She takes me through a door and we are in a corridor which is darkly lit the same as the room we have just come from.
Ember whispers, “We stay quiet here. These are the viewing rooms. So, when someone does a scene, they leave the curtain open and people can watch.” She points. “See there, there’s people standing outside a room looking in.”
I’m excited to see what they are watching and I’m happy when she brings me over to watch too. I have to say that I was shocked at first to see a man spanking a naked woman. Then things become more intimate and I want to look away, but I can’t. I totally see where she is coming from. “Is it wrong that I feel horny?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “It’s perfectly normal. Let me show you this other room down here.”
I follow her further down the corridor until we are standing outside a big window. The scene in front of me makes me gasp. There’s a woman tied to something that looks like a huge cross. The man is walking around her with a riding crop and he keeps randomly hitting her. She cries out in pain, but there’s something else in her yelp. She’s turned on.
The cross is something I have only seen in the Fifty Shades movies and read about in romance books. But there’s something drawing me to it.
“Are you okay here if I go and get us a drink? I’m not really into the cross. But you stay, you’ll be safe and I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll be fine.” I’m too distracted to worry about the fact that my best friend is leaving me alone in a dark corridor watching a very sexy man hit a naked woman hanging on a cross with a riding crop. I laugh to myself. Who knew my day would turn out like this?
After a few minutes I can feel the heat between my legs and I really feel like I need a release, but I’m not going to stand here and rub myself. God, no.
As the man gets his cock out and pushes her down to her knees to suck him
, I feel a shudder run through me. This is so exhilarating, I don’t know if I can stop squirming.
I feel someone at my side and say, “Jeez, Ember, It’s a shame we’re not into each other because I am going to be so horny when we get home. I’d even think about jumping your bones for the night. I need a release. I might have to disappear into the bathroom in a while,” I whisper softly, not wanting anyone else to hear me.
I start to turn to make sure it’s her, when I hear a man’s deep voice in my ear. “Keep looking. I’ll help you with your needs.” I feel a finger running down my neck. I’ve heard that voice before, but not at that pitch. It’s deep and it rattles through me. “Do you like what you see? Do you want to do that?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m embarrassed that someone is talking to me. His finger runs along my collar bone and up to my chin. I can feel myself gulp and then hold my breath. This is the most sensual thing that has happened to me and I’m afraid to see who is making me feel like this. It might ruin the ambience.
When his finger puts a slight pressure on my chin, making me turn my head, I move slowly. It’s like I don’t want this dream to end. When I turn my head to look at the man who has my body on fire, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I step back and move away, looking everywhere for Ember. I need to get away from him. He can’t be here and see me in this state of arousal.
But the more I move, the closer he comes. Of all the men that were here tonight, Logan Tate had to stand next to me.
Chapter 4
Logan
Walking into Club Temptation is like being able to breathe properly. Here I’m able to be who I truly am. I’m a dominant in the bedroom; I like to have control. There’s nothing sexier to me than when a woman gives over total control to me while we’re intimate. I don’t want them to give up their entire life to me. I’m not into that particular kink. I like my women sassy and full of spirit, but when it comes to the bedroom, I’m in control.
Walking toward the bar, I order a whiskey neat. Teresa slides onto the seat beside me and I bite back a groan. God, this woman doesn’t take the hint. I’m not interested in her; there’s no way I’d go there with her. She’s into total submission in every aspect of her life. That doesn’t do it for me and it never would. But Teresa has somehow managed to think that she and I would be great together.
“Logan,” she purrs.
“Teresa,” I reply dismissively and focus on my drink.
She huffs in displeasure and saunters away, I sigh in relief at least there won’t be a scene tonight. No one likes the drama scene; they’re no good for anyone.
My attention is drawn to a woman with long, luscious hair, the sway she has when she walks. I fucking know that walk; it’s got every man in this joint’s dick standing to attention. Her phenomenal ass is to die for and it’ll be what they’ll think about while jacking off.
I keep my eye on her as she moves around the club, excitement written all over her gorgeous face. She’s a newbie, a club virgin. I shake my head, I need some release and Emmeline Jacobs isn’t ready for the brand of kink that I have.
Once I’ve finished my drink, I make my way to the viewing room, needing to see what tonight’s show is about. Maybe there’ll be someone in that viewing room that’ll catch my attention. It’s been a while since someone has.
Master Clinton has tied his sub Briella to the St. Andrews Cross; he’s being tame tonight, only using the riding crop. I’ve been with Briella, it was a couple of years ago before she and Clinton got together. She’s a great sub and knows exactly what to do. She loves the pain and can handle the cane like a pro.
That is my ultimate dream, having my woman take the pain I inflict and enjoy it. Impact play isn’t for everyone; while some women love to be spanked, there’s a difference between the pain that a good spanking would give compared to what pain I can inflict with a crop or a cat o’nine tails.
I hear low murmurs and I glance to my left; to my utter surprise, Emmeline Jacobs is standing watching the scene play out in front of her. She’s squirming and I hold back my smile. She’s affected by what plays out in front of her. Maybe I had been a little hasty, maybe the sexy, sassy vixen may like giving over control. I guess there’s only one way to know.
I stand beside her and listen to her as she confesses just how much it’s affecting her. When I advance on her she steps backward. “Answer me, Emmeline. Do you like what you see?”
She gulps as she gives me the slightest nod.
“Do you want to do that?” My voice is barely above a whisper but she hears me.
Her tongue darts out and coats her lips; she once again nods.
“Emmeline, I need to hear you say those words.”
Fire burns in her eyes. “Yes,” she stammers; not only is she worked up but she’s nervous.
I reach out my hand and wait for her to take it. She hesitates and I don’t force it; if she’s going to do this, she has to be all in. When she does take it, I want to roar in triumph. Instead, I lead her away from the scene playing out and toward a private room.
Once we’re inside, I close the door and turn to her. “Emmeline, do you understand what I am?”
She shakes her head. She’s a true club virgin. I’m going to have fun popping that particular cherry.
“I’m a dominant, only in the bedroom, so to speak.” I give her a smile and she relaxes somewhat, although her body is still wound up tightly. “I enjoy impact play and total domination. It’s who I am, what I am. In this room, you are to treat me with respect for who I am. You’ll call me sir and do as I say. Exactly as I say.”
The defiance in her eyes makes my dick go even harder. “If you can deal with that, then beautiful Emmeline, do you have any questions?”
She glances around the room; there’s no St Andrews Cross in here but there are plenty of toys. “What’s impact play?” Her voice is steady and loud. Good, she’s either putting on a bravado or she’s actually not scared.
“To put it simply, impact play is where pain is inflicted for pleasure. Mainly using toys, such as a riding crop, paddle, or a cane. There are others that can be used too. Today though, we’ll only be using this…” I raise my hand and smile at her shocked expression. “You’re new to this, Emmeline, so we’ve got to work you up to the toys. I need to see if this is something you’re suited too.”
She’s silent and it’s unnerving. “Emmeline, what is your answer; do you want to do this?”
“Yes, sir.”
Good girl. “If you need to stop at any point, use the safe word. Red.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck. She’s perfect.
“To give over total dominance, I need you to clear your mind. Only think about here and now, the need to please me and the pleasure that you’re about to receive.”
She closes her eyes and I think that she may call an end to this here and now. But when she opens those beautiful blue eyes, I see that they're totally clear. She’s done as I’ve asked.
I move over to the bench and take a seat, my cock harder than it’s been in a long time. I have the urge to release it from my pants and have her pleasure me with her mouth, but right now, I need to pleasure her. “Emmeline, please remove your dress and panties. Leave on your shoes.”
She sucks in a sharp breath but reaches for the hem of her dress. She lifts it over her head and her breasts spill free; she’s wearing black lacy thongs and her heels. Fuck, but she’s beautiful. Her body is utter perfection: creamy complexion, tight abs, hips that flare, and her ass, fuck, that ass of hers would make grown men weep.
“Now your panties,” I demand and watch patiently as she bites her lip and hooks her thumbs under the waistband and shimmies out of them.
She stands in front of me, naked except for those sexy heels that she’s wearing. There’s no fear in her eyes, only want and need. The smell of her arousal makes me even harder. God. I need her like I need my next breath.
Chapter 5
Logan
I strip out of my pants, my cock hard and standing tall. When I sit down, I notice that Emmeline’s gaze is directly on my cock.
“Come to me.” My voice is low and demanding.
She instantly moves toward me, that sway in her hips even more exaggerated now. “Sir,” she says low and husky.
“Here,” I tell her and wait until she’s standing in front of me. Once she is, I grab her hips and bring her to my lap, my fingers run along her spine. Her body shivers beneath my touch, “Relax, Emmeline, just feel.”
She purrs in my lap as I continue to stroke her body, there’s not one spot that I leave untouched. Soon she’s putty in my hand. “Are you ready, my little kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
I lay her across my lap, her pussy laying across my erect cock. “Feel that, little kitten, feel what you do to me?”
“Yes, sir.” She purrs, she wiggles on my lap and I bite back a groan.
I bring my hand down against her ass; it’s not hard but also not gentle. Just enough for her to feel a sting of pain. The sharp intake of breath is enough to make me continue. “What is the safe word, little kitten?”
“Red, sir,” she replies breathlessly.
“Good girl.” My hand connects with her ass cheek; this time there’s more of a sting to it. She moans softly but otherwise doesn’t make any other sound.
The next few spanks are harder. I take turns on each cheek, never hitting the same spot. She’s going to be sore tomorrow; the thought of her ass stinging as she sits down, her knowing that it was me that did it to her spurs me on.
Bringing my hand down once again, this time the sting will last longer, the pain more intense. She moves her ass trying to push it back against my hand. She wants more. Her arousal is growing; soon she’ll be leaking her cum all over me.
“Do you want more, little kitten?”
