The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle (51 page)

When he'd told her about Club Sin she had become aroused, and that's what led her there tonight. Had she ever imagined coming to a place like Club Sin?
No
. Could she see herself doing BDSM?
Possibly
. She was aroused by the idea of it, and that, along with her challenge, meant she needed to act.

Some things were so complicated. Other things were not.

As they strode farther into the dark club, she glanced from the wooden X with a women being flogged, to another woman suspended in the air by ropes. The woman on the X had red marks along her torso. The one suspended in the air was being penetrated by a tall, muscular man. Ella's body temperature rose like she had a fever.

The sexual acts going on around her didn't horrify her.

They revved her libido.

Images of her doing such wicked things, being tied up and spanked by Kyler, rushed into her mind, making her lower half achy. She shivered, squeezing her legs tight against her throbbing clit. Then she found herself plowing into a strong back. “Oh, shit.” She gasped.

Before she could tumble over, Kyler grasped her by the arms and chuckled. “A little stunned, are you?”

“It's…” She blinked, seriously hating how red her face must look. “It's a lot to take in at once.”

“It is.” He ran his hands down her arms, bringing heat. The twinkle in his eyes declared he enjoyed her ruffled state. He gestured to his left. “I'd like you to meet Porter and Kenzie, both members of Club Sin.”

Ella looked next to her, realizing they had stopped beside a couch. Dressed in a gray T-shirt and jeans, the man with the soft hazel eyes and stylish brown hair grinned at her, as did the strawberry-blond woman with the darker hazel eyes that held a bit of sass. Kenzie wore red lace lingerie, and that's it. Ella began to feel like a woman seriously overdressed. “Oh, sorry. Hi, I'm Ella.”

“Nice to meet you, Ella,” Porter said with a low, smooth voice.

“You have that whole dazed look going on.” Kenzie smiled. “You must be new to the
lifestyle?”

“Um, yes,” Ella replied.

Was she even
new
to the lifestyle?
Hell
, she wasn't sure what she was with it, other than she was there in the club. She glanced to Kyler with raised brows, wondering what to say next.

He laughed loudly, wrapping his arm around her. “Ella is here to find out if she might like what she sees.”

“Oooh, enjoy yourself.” Kenzie bounced in her seat. “The first look into the lifestyle is always the best. Well, until your first scene, which is much better.”

“First scene?” Ella repeated.

Kyler tugged her toward the couch across from Porter and Kenzie, dropping down and pulling her with him. “When a Dom and a submissive play together, it's called a scene.”

“Gotcha.” Though she really didn't understand how the whole Dominant/submissive relationship worked. While she understood the meaning of BDSM, she didn't understand what was expected of the women in Club Sin.

A gazillion questions hung on the tip of her tongue. She also wasn't about to ask any of them with two people around her she didn't know.
Don't look too inexperienced, Ella
. She finally looked from Kyler to Porter to Kenzie, who all watched her.
What does one say in this incredibly awkward moment? So, you come here to fuck?

She smiled awkwardly. “So…”

Porter's eyes crinkled with his grin. “I see you have questions, so we'll let you two get to them. Enjoy yourself tonight, Ella.” He turned to Kenzie. “Come with me, little troublemaker.”

Kenzie stood from the couch, smirking at Porter, then followed. That's when Ella noticed a few welts on her back and many sore-looking red marks on her bottom. “Is she okay?” she asked Kyler.

His gaze swept to Kenzie's back before he smiled to Ella. “Kenzie likes rough play that leaves her marked up.” He gestured to the woman on the bench. “You see Dani there on the spanking bench? She doesn't. See how her bottom is just nice and red—without the marks? That's as far as a Dom will take her.”

Ella tried to get a handle on the situation. “So, the woman decides what she can handle?”

“Yes.” Amusement twinkled in his gaze, as well as in his voice. “Club Sin submissives set out their limits and decide how far they'll go
before
play. But that doesn't mean a Dom won't
push on those limits as far as he can.”

“Oh,” was Ella's dry reply.

Kyler's eyes softened as he ran a thumb over the back of her hand. “You have questions, Ella. It's okay to ask them.”

Geesh, where to start?
At the beginning, she figured. “Why does Porter not have the same tattoo I've seen on you and Dmitri?”

“The dragon tattoo is the Club Sin symbol. It means that the men who wear it are experienced Doms.”

“And you're an experienced Dom?” At his nod, she considered. “A Dom is basically a man who knows kinky sex?”

A burn flickered like fire in his eyes. “A Dom is a man who has practiced BDSM for many years, like me. I've been in the lifestyle for ten years now. And it means that the Dom knows how to handle a submissive. As in, he knows when to hold her hand if she needs it and he knows when to give it to her rough if she needs that, too.”

Desire rushed into her core, wetting her, preparing her…for what? “How did you know you wanted to get into BDSM?”

“When I thought of sex as a teen I always envisioned the kinkier side. It was a natural progression, so much so I eventually joined the public BDSM club in Vegas, Chains.”

She grinned. “The rest is kinky history, right?”

“Precisely.” He winked.

Kinky images with Kyler flashed in her mind. She shook her head to clear it, and continued. “Are all these people single?”

“Some are in relationships, some are not.” He hesitated, drawing in a long breath. “But to answer your question more specifically, the majority of the members like casual sex. The submissives offer themselves to any Doms in the club who wish to play with them.”

Ella considered that. “Do the submissives have a choice of who they play with?”

Kyler regarded her, seeming to choose his words carefully. “Typically, the submissives don't want the choice. That is part of submission. Of course, a sub can always use the club safe word, which is
dragon
. That single word is a dead stop to any scene and is there to protect a submissive. But as for choices, once a submissive sets out her limits, she does not get any choices in a scene.”

Ella scrunched her nose, not sure if she liked that. “You mean that's the submission part in it all, giving yourself over completely in a scene and having no say in what happens to you in it.”

“That is part of submission, yes. The submissives are giving their bodies over to the Doms because they trust the Doms will take them to a place higher than they could go on their own.”

“What if a woman doesn't want to have sex with someone?” She folded her arms, leaning back against the couch. “Are you telling me she can't say no?”

He leaned in, erasing the distance she'd put between them. “That Dom would be added to that submissive's hard-limit list, which is a document you will fill out before you join. Hard limits are always followed by a Club Sin Dom.” He smiled at her, and added, “As in, if you joined Club Sin, you could add to your hard limits that you will only play with me.”

Whew!

An interesting question arose, one she couldn't push away. “Have you had sex with
all
the women here?”

He watched her, obviously considering her. “I'm aware that you probably won't like the answer I'm about to give, so let me put it this way: I have never brought a vanilla girl into Club Sin in hopes that she would enjoy what she saw. Nor have any of the submissives in this room garnered enough interest for me to take them to dinner.”

So, he has slept with a lot of them
. Oddly enough, she found that his answer comforted her. She couldn't find jealousy within her, only happiness that he told her the truth and his focus remained on her. “Okay.”

His chin dipped, bringing his eyes in direct line with hers. “No harsh feelings about that?”

She thought it over and then shook her head. “Not when you put it that way.” Why be jealous over women he clearly stated he didn't want?

A slow smile spread across his face. “Good. I'm glad.”

She glanced to the woman on the bench. The Dom had dropped his pants and he was taking the woman roughly from behind. As the woman screamed in pleasure, heat sank into Ella's loins. She could almost feel their action, as if the touch belonged to her. The sensual sounds brushing across her, and even the musky smell in the air, sent her body into overdrive.

A firm finger pressed under her chin and turned her head. Kyler stared at her with eyes so hot they could melt ice. “What are you thinking of when you watch them?”

Locked in his hold, tingles rushed up her body, settling directly between her thighs.
This man
…oh, how he made her burn. The power in his gaze, the confidence he exuded, and the fact that he possessed the skill and desire to place her on that spanking bench and do those things to her set her on fire.

“It turns me on,” she replied softly.

“I know that, sweetie.” His lips curved. “But what about it arouses you? The rough way he's fucking her? The fact that they are having sex in public? The way her ass is red? Or the way she is bound, unable to stop him?”

She thought the way he talked so openly should embarrass her, but it didn't. It outright stirred her arousal to hear him be so blatant. She swallowed, adding moisture to her dry mouth. “All the above.”

His mouth twitched, and his eyes danced with a dark, delicious promise. “I'm pleased to hear that, Ella, because I'd like to do all of that to you.”

Then whatcha waiting for?

As the statement nearly left her mouth, she jerked away from the intensity pouring out of him. In the restaurant, it seemed impossible to ignore. In this sexually charged environment, it was a direct assault to her hormones.

She wanted Kyler in a way she'd never wanted any man. She practically craved his touch. But there was much more to understand about this
lifestyle
before she'd be tied to a bench and getting her ass smacked. She might dare herself, but she also wasn't too daring without using her head first.

Submission
.

What exactly did that mean?

Knowing she was in Club Sin to possibly submit to Kyler, she pushed any further questions from her mind. She needed to take this all in and let it simmer awhile before making any brash decisions.

Desperately needing to change the subject to gather herself, she started to understand why he hadn't asked to see her again until the weekend. And what
play
meant. “Do you come here every weekend?” At his nod, she went on. “Is that why you didn't ask me out again until today,
because you're used to only being with a woman on the weekend?”

His brows rose. “Well, Ella, your insistence of keeping this casual kept me from asking you out during the week. I wanted the chance to get to know you a bit before we played together again, which is why I called and texted you.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “I guess it's also become routine that I only interact with women on the weekend. But you're right; even as friends, we should spend more time together face-to-face. I'm sorry.”

She shrugged. “I'm not upset or anything, but it makes more sense now.”

“I'm glad it does.” He gave her a sweet smile. “I'll fix that error. Promise.”

She kind of loved that about Kyler. He seemed to be one of those guys that if she said something bothered her, he would do whatever he could to make her feel better. There was something magical in that—something she could easily trust. Something that made her rethink this whole casual bit between them.

As she stared into his deep, slightly dangerous, and oh-so-dominant eyes, her world narrowed on only him. He was just about perfect, and that in itself was a scary thing. He read her. He wanted to do naughty things with her. But he would request her submission, and Ella wasn't sure she could give him that. Or, if she was being honest with herself, what all of that meant.

Under his fierce stare and feeling all out of sorts, she asked, “Can I have a glass of wine?”

Kyler dropped his finger that trailed over her cheek. “No alcohol is allowed in Club Sin. In fact, you can't drink before attending either. Tonight over dinner was an exception for you because you're not playing as a submissive tonight.”

Damn!
She needed booze. Like, a lot of it.

Concern tightened the corners of his eyes. “All right?”

“I feel…” Nervous, confused, and horny.

Glancing around the club at either the nude women or at least half-naked women, unease crept over her. She went with the most obvious thing that made her tremble inside. “I'm kinda feeling overdressed.”

“Is that so?” Kyler's voice lowered, taking on a firm tone she'd never heard from him. “Ah, let's make this interesting, then, shall we? Give me your panties.”

“Excuse me?” she gasped, alarmed.

He raised his hand, eyes narrowing. “Take off your panties and put them in my hand, Ella.”

The stern set of his jaw, matched with that unforgiving gaze, sent an unexplainable frenzy inside her. She read in his harsh stare that this wasn't a question but a demand. Was that how it all worked? The whole Dom/sub thing was more about following commands. She didn't know if she had it right quite yet, but she also felt a pull inside to do as he asked.

She wanted excitement. She craved to be naughty. He wasn't asking her to be naked or do anything too crazy. Reminding herself of her challenge, she pulled from the strength inside. Taking off her panties in public might have horrified her before, but she wasn't that same person anymore. Saying yes to Kyler tonight had gotten her into the most erotic place she'd ever been to, and it did excite her.