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

thirst, but it doesn’t work.
    I don’t need a drink.
    I need a submissive to end my hunger.
    Stella licks her lips, making my situation worse. Setting the glass down on the table, I keep my hand wrapped around it and slide my fingers up and down the wetness.
    Her breath falters and she blinks slowly, her eyes rolling back for a moment when her mouth falls open. She’s coming on his hand and looking me straight in the eyes.
    I smirk, loving the face a woman makes when she comes. There’s nothing sexier than watching someone shatter.
    When she collapses against him, gasping for air, I use the opportunity to leave. I need to find someone to quench my thirst.
    I’d never thought about settling down, finding someone to sit at my feet and take care of. But recently, it’s all I keep thinking about. Pushing thirty has me reevaluating my life. I no longer want a plaything. I want a lover, a partner, and the one who completes me.

Two

Ret
    I ’m about to head out for the night, giving up on any hope of satisfaction, when I collide with a soft body. She stumbles backward, her high heels teetering when I reach out and grab her arms to steady her.
    “Shit!” she screeches and clings to my arms. She’s a mess of blond hair and heels that are too high and should be illegal.
    “Steady,” I mumble and pull her forward. I forget about the hard-on still straining against my jeans.
    “Thanks,” she says behind her hair as she finds her footing, but she’s still clutching my forearms. “What a shit night,” she mutters when she releases my arms and brushes the hair away from her face.
    “I saw,” I tell her when I realize it’s Alese. “That guy seemed like a complete prick.”
    She closes her eyes and exhales. “You have no idea.” Her eyes dip down to my crotch before flitting back to my face. “Not a good night for you either?”
    I should remind her of protocol. She should be calling me Sir, but right now I think she could use a break, and I’m too sexually frustrated to even care. “No, but not as bad as you, piccola .”
    Her nose wrinkles. “What’s that mean?”
    I hold out my hand near her face, waiting for her to give me approval when she nods. “It’s an Italian term of endearment,” I tell her as I brush a strand of hair away from her eyes. “Something like little one.”
    “I’m not little.” Her cheeks flush, and she breaks eye contact.
    I smirk, not realizing I’m still touching her face. Alese may be around 5’6” without heels and over 5’10” with them, but she still doesn’t match my 6’4” frame. “But you are, compared to me.” My hand slides across her skin instinctively, cradling her cheek in my hand.
    Her tongue darts out, sweeping across her bottom lip. “Thank you,” she whispers, keeping her eyes downcast.
    “Do I make you uncomfortable?” My thumb moves across her skin, slowly stroking her cheek.
    She swallows hard, still not looking me in the eyes. “Yes.”
    My cock grows, loving the way she responds to my touch and her inability to look me in the eye.
    Tonight’s display with the newbie member isn’t the first time she’s had trouble either. Time after time, she would try to give herself to someone but ultimately fail. She has a trust issue. Sometimes she’d try to be a Domme, taking classes, but she never really had the ability to boss anyone around.
    “Do you want to have a drink with me, Alese?” It comes out of my mouth without a thought.
    Her head snaps back, bringing her gaze to mine. “Now?”
    “Yes.” I nod and scan the room, seeing two open seats at the bar. “We can sit at the bar if you’re more comfortable. I think we both deserve to unwind a little before we leave.”
    Her eyebrows draw together, and she looks serious. “Just a drink.”
    “Just a drink,” I tell her and nod. “Bar?”
    “Um,” she mumbles and pulls at her lip, peering around my body and scanning the bar. She shakes her head with a slight frown. “I’d rather sit in