would make sure nothing bad happened.
Chapter Two
Making
his usual rounds for the evening, Connor Bradley stopped and spoke to some of
the club members while overseeing the various public floor sessions that were
in progress. Part of his job as co-owner was to make sure that there were no
rules being broken and that all acts were indisputably safe, sane, and
consensual. That was a strict motto they all lived by— never take another
without following the creed to a tee.
After
a full circle around the club that ended back at the main bar and adjoining
area, he scanned the large crowd. The main floor was packed. Lone members, as
well as partners, were in various stage of dress, from fully covered to almost
or completely nude. Grinding bodies moved in sync with the seductive beat
thumping through the speakers of the state-of-the-art sound system. Inhaling
deeply, he could actually smell the arousal and perspiration in the air. Damn, he
could enjoy that heady mix all night, never tiring of the unique aroma.
A
low growl rumbled his chest when he saw her saunter through the doors. Sydney. Long, thick auburn curls cascaded over her
shoulders down to the center of her back, bouncing as she moved gracefully. He
wanted nothing more than to thread his fingers through the silky strands while
he buried himself in her. That gorgeous mane, coupled with the most piercing
blue eyes he had ever seen, had been his undoing the first time he laid eyes on
her. They looked like round icebergs that highlighted her angelic, heart-shaped
face. Perfection. He could not take his eyes off the
sexy as hell women as she sashayed over to the bar, sliding her perfectly
shaped derriere onto one of the empty bar stools. The outfit she was wearing
displayed every delicious curve of her body flawlessly. Instantly, the front of
his leathers became tight as fuck, the length of his shaft tapping the rigid
metal tongs of the zipper. His cock was just begging to be set free...by her. Every
time he laid eyes on her since she joined the club a few months prior, his
reaction was the same. Only she had that instant effect on his libido.
Pushing
his way through the throng of grinding, half-naked bodies on the dance floor,
Connor was stopped every few feet to talk to member after member who approached
him. A couple of the subs made it very clear that they wanted to be his for the
evening, and he was very tempted to take them up on the offer. His eyes,
however, kept straying back to the beauty on the barstool, sipping on what
looked from a distance to be a fruity cocktail. He openly stared. Mesmerized,
he clandestinely watched her full lips wrap around the thin, multi-colored
straw, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked the liquid into her mouth.
His
mind conjured up multiple images of those lips doing just that as they slid up
and down his shaft, gripping him firmly as they moved. Those cheeks of hers hollowing out to take him as far down her throat as she
could manage. That particular mental scenario kept him up most nights. No, he
instinctively knew she could take every inch of his cock. If she were unable
to, he would teach her how.
Fuck!
Shaking his head when one of the newer Doms asked him
a question, he broke out of his current fantasy. He was hard as stone; his cock
felt like it was suffocating in the tight confines of his leathers, all from
just that one image of her. He’d tried for so long to keep his distance from
the seemingly obedient seductress, but the longer he tried, the harder it was
to watch her play with the other men. One of the few times she had been part of
a public session, he wanted to literally rip off the head of the Dom she was
working with. He wanted to be the one to take her to her pinnacle. He wanted
her to be his , and only his .
When
she’d first started to frequent the club, she was fairly new to the scene,
merely hearing and reading about the lifestyle for the most part. She started
to come as a guest with her friend.
Chapter Two
Making
his usual rounds for the evening, Connor Bradley stopped and spoke to some of
the club members while overseeing the various public floor sessions that were
in progress. Part of his job as co-owner was to make sure that there were no
rules being broken and that all acts were indisputably safe, sane, and
consensual. That was a strict motto they all lived by— never take another
without following the creed to a tee.
After
a full circle around the club that ended back at the main bar and adjoining
area, he scanned the large crowd. The main floor was packed. Lone members, as
well as partners, were in various stage of dress, from fully covered to almost
or completely nude. Grinding bodies moved in sync with the seductive beat
thumping through the speakers of the state-of-the-art sound system. Inhaling
deeply, he could actually smell the arousal and perspiration in the air. Damn, he
could enjoy that heady mix all night, never tiring of the unique aroma.
A
low growl rumbled his chest when he saw her saunter through the doors. Sydney. Long, thick auburn curls cascaded over her
shoulders down to the center of her back, bouncing as she moved gracefully. He
wanted nothing more than to thread his fingers through the silky strands while
he buried himself in her. That gorgeous mane, coupled with the most piercing
blue eyes he had ever seen, had been his undoing the first time he laid eyes on
her. They looked like round icebergs that highlighted her angelic, heart-shaped
face. Perfection. He could not take his eyes off the
sexy as hell women as she sashayed over to the bar, sliding her perfectly
shaped derriere onto one of the empty bar stools. The outfit she was wearing
displayed every delicious curve of her body flawlessly. Instantly, the front of
his leathers became tight as fuck, the length of his shaft tapping the rigid
metal tongs of the zipper. His cock was just begging to be set free...by her. Every
time he laid eyes on her since she joined the club a few months prior, his
reaction was the same. Only she had that instant effect on his libido.
Pushing
his way through the throng of grinding, half-naked bodies on the dance floor,
Connor was stopped every few feet to talk to member after member who approached
him. A couple of the subs made it very clear that they wanted to be his for the
evening, and he was very tempted to take them up on the offer. His eyes,
however, kept straying back to the beauty on the barstool, sipping on what
looked from a distance to be a fruity cocktail. He openly stared. Mesmerized,
he clandestinely watched her full lips wrap around the thin, multi-colored
straw, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked the liquid into her mouth.
His
mind conjured up multiple images of those lips doing just that as they slid up
and down his shaft, gripping him firmly as they moved. Those cheeks of hers hollowing out to take him as far down her throat as she
could manage. That particular mental scenario kept him up most nights. No, he
instinctively knew she could take every inch of his cock. If she were unable
to, he would teach her how.
Fuck!
Shaking his head when one of the newer Doms asked him
a question, he broke out of his current fantasy. He was hard as stone; his cock
felt like it was suffocating in the tight confines of his leathers, all from
just that one image of her. He’d tried for so long to keep his distance from
the seemingly obedient seductress, but the longer he tried, the harder it was
to watch her play with the other men. One of the few times she had been part of
a public session, he wanted to literally rip off the head of the Dom she was
working with. He wanted to be the one to take her to her pinnacle. He wanted
her to be his , and only his .
When
she’d first started to frequent the club, she was fairly new to the scene,
merely hearing and reading about the lifestyle for the most part. She started
to come as a guest with her friend.
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