Top Bottom Switch (The Club) by Chelle Bliss, The Club Book Series Page A

it to herself. Finding the right partner will make her realize her true nature.
    “Let’s have a chat in my office,” Preston says to the newbie and points toward the security office.
    “I didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, you should be escorting that slut out the front door.”
    “Sir.” Preston clears his throat and looks around the room before grabbing the man by the shirt. “Right now, it’s best if you don’t say another word.”
    The asshole mumbles under his breath and knocks Preston’s hand away. “We don’t need to talk. This club is bullshit. I’m done.”
    “We’re sad to see you go.” Preston has a great poker face. When the man stalks off toward the stairwell, Preston walks quickly and motions to another Suit to follow.
    “Maybe you should play with Alese,” Misha says.
    The thought of touching her has made me hard. Maybe it’s the fight she has in her that turns me on suddenly, but it has never happened before. When I’m about to reply to Misha, I glance over and snap my mouth shut.
    He’s whispering in Stella’s ear, stroking her neck, but he’s staring straight at me. Even though I can’t hear what he’s saying, I can’t look away. His hand traces a path down her chest, following the edges of her V-neck dress. “You like that, girl?” he asks loud enough for me to hear.
    Her back arches, and she moves toward his touch. “Yes,” she whispers.
    Misha smirks and cocks an eyebrow in my direction. I nod and give him the go-ahead. If I’m not going to spend the night with someone, I may as well watch someone else enjoy himself.
    “Spread your legs,” he tells her, rubbing her nipple through her dress with his thumb. “Don’t come until I tell you to.” She nods and shimmies down his lap before his other hand disappears below the table. “You’re here to please me, girl. You’re my plaything tonight.”
    She nods again as her chest begins to rise and fall faster. Her lips part, but not a sound comes out of her mouth.
    My cock hardens inside my pants, and my breathing becomes uneven. It’s not Stella that’s turning me on, it’s her response to him and their connection.
    Stella’s a beautiful woman, one of the prettiest in The Club, but completely off-limits to me. The way she responds to Misha—to his touch, to his words—turns me on.
    I touch myself, squeezing my cock and praying that my hard-on will subside, but I fail. Between seeing Alese’s tear-filled eyes and hearing Stella’s tiny moans, I’m so turned on that the strain against my jeans becomes unbearable.
    He toys with her nipple, pulling on it, and she sucks in a sharp breath. “You like that, don’t you, girl?”
    She doesn’t speak, but she moves her chest toward his hand. His lips find her neck, licking a path up to her ear. He moans and cups her breast in his palm, tweaking her nipple between his fingers. “You get me so hard. Do you feel how much I want you?” Misha whispers against her ear.
    She moans, squeezing her eyes tighter and causing little creases around the edges. I fist my dick harder, trying to find some relief, but I only make it worse.
    Misha’s arm starts to shake the table as his pace quickens. I can almost smell her arousal from across the booth, and my mouth waters from the scent.
    “Lucky bastard,” I whisper so quietly that only I can hear over the music in the background.
    Stella’s body starts to tremble, her creamy skin glistening under the lights. Her breathing changes, and she lets out a small moan.
    Misha’s hand stops and he whispers in her ear. She nods before his hands start to move again under the table. “Open your eyes, Stella. I want Master Ret to watch you fall apart in my lap.”
    Her head slowly moves off his shoulder, and her eyes flutter open. I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry when our eyes meet.
    Without breaking eye contact, and with one hand still holding my hardened cock, I pick up the scotch and watch intently over the rim. I try to quench my