CHAPTER 7

  Jasmine

  Trust. The man had the audacity to mention trust when he was… When he catered to the kind of kink that most people could never understand or tolerate?

  I found myself swallowing hard, finding myself in a situation I wasn’t used to. “And your guests trust you?”

  “They trust the system, Jasmine. They know I hire the best people, including trained professionals in the arena of BDSM. That’s one reason they come here, as well as the privacy. The last thing they need is a reporter announcing a powerful male is a submissive, longing to be whipped by a domme, or that a corporate female mogul thrives on being collared and leashed, led around like a puppy.”

  None of it sounded very appealing to me.

  Although the inner girl, the wild one was poking me continuously, reminded me that my personal fantasies were dark and some would say demented.

  Laughing came more easily around him than I would have imagined. “It’s very… dark.”

  “The club is meant to be what you make of it. Anything goes here. Any kink. Any moment of sexuality, because it’s private. This place allows novice players to enjoy experiencing a taste of sin in a safe environment.”

  “This is safe?” I almost choked, feeling anxious yet longing to experience more.

  “Yes, little koala. It is. Look around you again. Does it appear anyone is being forced to do anything?”

  “No.”

  “Exactly.”

  “But you forced me to accept harsh punishment.” Just seeing the glimmer in his eyes continued to infuriate me.

  “Punishment and enjoying the realm of kink are entirely different. You were a bad girl. You were forced to pay a price. Those who submit to various aspects of anguish prior to being provided with extreme ecstasy experience a wild increase in endorphins. True rapture.”

  “I don’t buy it.”

  “Because you don’t understand the lifestyle. While understandable, while you’re my guest here, you will not admonish anyone for whatever choices they make.” He rubbed the side of his index finger down my cheek.

  And I’d be damned if the skittering of both electric vibrations and emotions didn’t push me toward a heightened plane of… pleasure.

  I swallowed hard as he shifted behind me, his body heat more explosive than before. My mind was launched once again into powerful, vivid images of myself tied and ready for his use. That was as nuts as my impetuous decision to come here.

  For a few minutes, he allowed me to do nothing more than enjoy the wildness of the club, the electricity that wasn’t focused on anything or anyone in particular. I was thrown by how excited I was becoming, swaying my hips more and more as I guzzled down the wine. When it was almost empty, I half laughed more to myself.

  “Come with me,” he said, pushing his drink away. He yanked off his jacket, tossing it over the back of the chair. He certainly wasn’t worried about anyone stealing it.

  “Where now?”

  “Dancing. You wanted to dance. Yes?”

  “You? Dance?” I pointed my finger at him, lifting my eyebrows.

  “I might fool you on several levels, little koala.” He pulled me into the heart of the action, the pulsing beat seeming even wilder than before. I was pushed out of my comfort zone almost instantly, but the music fueled me.

  Within seconds, we were dancing as if we’d practiced a routine, the man’s intensity growing with every passing second. I was thrown by the way he was watching me, enjoying more than I could admit even to myself being the object of his desire. No man had ever looked at me with such intense hunger.

  I allowed myself to let go more than I had before, tossing my hair back and forth as I spun around. When I moved closer to him, pressing my hands on his chest, it seemed natural.

  He was also enjoying himself. That was obvious by how flared his nostrils were and how pointed his stare was. When I started teasing him, running my hands up and down his chest, shifting behind him as seductively as possible, the music hid any sound he might have made but I knew he was growling.

  Just like the predator he was.

  With every passing minute, our dance became more provocative, the wild pulse of the music becoming even more primal. Suddenly, a huge screen flashed a screen on one of the walls, as if we were preparing to watch a movie.

  I was struck by the grittiness of the camera stills that shifted into more of an actual feature film. It took me a few seconds to realize what I was seeing.

  A hunt.

  Men were hunting a woman and while she was screaming, at least so it seemed, she was enjoying every moment of being chased. That was easy to tell. It was impossible not to become mesmerized by all of it, my heart racing as my pulse spun nearly out of control.

  One of the men caught her, shackling her to a huge tree. Only then did Braxton take over full control, requiring me to dance as I’d done before with that in the background.

  The guests were becoming crazed, as if they were primal beasts in the wild. The music kicked up in beats, even though I wasn’t entirely certain how that was possible.

  Braxton was spinning me around, grinding his hips against mine in such a way I was hot and wet all over, my pussy throbbing. When I was allowed to face the screen again, I noticed the girl had been hoisted into the air, all the men taking turns or working together to feast on her pussy.

  I could almost hear them, their tongues lapping at her swollen pussy lips.

  Even though that was completely impossible.

  The guests were fully aroused, clothing disappearing and it was perhaps the hottest thing I’d ever seen or experienced in my life.

  I was in a state of heightened need, more so than anything I’d experienced before.

  He finally cupped both sides of my face, pulling my attention directly to him. And the moment he captured my mouth, it was as if all time had stopped. It was also as if the entire room was spinning, not me. As he thrust his tongue inside, I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. I doubted I needed to hold him in place, but I didn’t want this to end.

  What was happening here? How had this man managed to get under my skin?

  The tribal beat continued, which matched the brutal thudding of my heart.

  He was passionate and rough, gentle and unyielding and the combination was perhaps the most incredible thing I’d ever been through.

  When he finally broke the moment of intimacy, he bit down on my lower lip, still holding me in position. There was no doubt he was a man who refused to take no for an answer, which I found way too attractive.

  The moment shared between us became raw and impulsive and I found myself longing for more, as if I wanted him to control me.

  To own me.

  It was both freeing and disturbing, but I’d never had so much fun. I hadn’t realized he’d pushed me toward one of the walls until I felt the shackles bouncing against my shoulders. Without any hesitation, I grabbed both, using them as props as I continued dancing. He seemed pleased, using both hands to rub up and down my sides.

  The gyrations were incredible, the pulsing sensations like bottle rockets pounding my system. I was so aroused my pussy was clenching and releasing and when he dared crawl the material of my dress up both thighs, the moment was hypnotic.

  I was tingling all over, holding onto the chains as if for dear life. When I placed my wrists into the leather shackles, he flitted his eyes into mine, gauging my reaction. It was easy to nod as if I was an expert at knowing what I was doing.

  Braxton gave me another look, still questioning but the hunger inside of him and his need to control me was becoming more prevalent. When he secured both my wrists, taking his time to do so, there was no fear, no sense of claustrophobia.

  I was floating, now returning my attention to the primal vision on the screen. The men were fucking her like wild animals, their heated bodies calling me to never take my eyes off them.

  It wasn’t until I realized I’d been hoisted into the air, much like the girl in the movie had been, that I shifted my gaze back to the gorgeous man.

  He rubbed his hands under my dress again, pushing it up past my hips. And with a single snap of his finger, he removed my panties. I was completely in awe of his actions, holding my breath as he pulled the damp cloth to his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply. There was no doubt he was appreciative of how wet the club had made me.

  Or was my full arousal completely about the man instead?

  As soon as he pulled my thighs over his shoulders, the answer became very clear.

  Without a doubt.

  Between the music, the movie, and the wild, pulsing lights, I was immediately pushed into another zone. While I struggled with my bindings as he blew across my naked pussy, I was so involved with the moment that I was prepared to lose one of my personal rules.

  Begging him to lick me.

  He sensed my needs, spreading my pussy lips wide open with his two thumbs. When he dared to swirl his tongue around my clit, I was certain my moans could be heard all throughout the club, but of course that was impossible.

  Almost instantly my vision became hazy and as I continued to toss my head back and forth, lights that had nothing to do with the system swirling around us flashed in front of my eyes.

  I could feel my body bucking involuntarily, pushing me into pure ecstasy.

  Time held no meaning, shame nowhere to be found. This was one big carnal party, but I knew by instinct that he would never allow me to be touched by another man. The thought was comforting and kept me fully aroused.

  As he thrust his tongue past my swollen folds, every muscle tensed. How could anything this sinful feel so incredible?

  His tongue was joined by his fingers and between pinching my clit until it was ultra-sensitive and driving his fingers deep inside, I was finally pushed into that perfect moment of ecstasy.

  Something I’d never experienced before.

  There were so many aspects about this that I knew were wrong. He was a stranger, one determined to have me. The deal I’d made was filthy and ridiculous, but I no longer cared. As soon as he brought me close to orgasming, he pulled away, doing nothing more than teasing me with pressing kisses against one inner thigh and the other.

  The movie or perhaps an actual filming of a primal hunt continued and the girl was being pleasured in every way, now on all fours deep in the woods, men taking turns using all three holes.

  Dear God, that’s exactly what I wanted. Did that mean something was terribly wrong with me? Maybe, but who cared?

  He continued licking, sucking on my sensitive nub while thrusting all four of his fingers deep into my tight channel. In my mind he was issuing commands, telling me I couldn’t climax until he gave me permission, but there wasn’t a chance I could have heard him and it was doubtful I’d obey.

  I was bucking so hard, I could hear the stark sounds of the chains rattling, also almost in time to the beat of the tribal drums. Finally, I couldn’t take the pressure or the crazed pleasure any longer, erupting so hard that I knew I was screaming.

  For all the promises I’d made to myself about never whimpering or giving any indication of how much I hungered for a man, here I was doing exactly that.

  I didn’t give a shit.

  This was everything I hadn’t known I needed.

  And there was no doubt I’d need another fix, one more controlling, like a drug.

  He’d managed to intoxicate me after all.

  CHAPTER 8

  Braxton

  Masochism.

  According to the Oxford dictionary, the word meant a blend of pain and eroticism.

  Perhaps that’s exactly what I’d done to her, giving her a taste of unbridled passion in an atmosphere that fed off both.

  I rarely came to Eden, the glow and show of the facility something I’d moved past years ago into more hardcore aspects of BDSM. Then I’d simply shifted into being a business owner, more worried about profits than satisfying my own needs. But there’d been something special about introducing her to the fringes of the lifestyle, of watching her reaction to the savage movie that had awakened the beast. I’d been so fucking hungry that I’d almost lost all control, finally coming to grips with that little bit I wanted to do with her in a public space.

  As many men in my position would agree, exhibitionism was fantastic, allowing for a certain fulfillment of carnal needs while not being required to participate. I’d taken her into the club not only to begin what little training I could provide in one night but also to show her off.

  Like a true possession. The thought was blasphemous but something that refused to leave the dark dwelling of my mind.

  I’d caught the looks of other men, their needs increasing as Jasmine had gyrated across the dance floor. She was not only a natural born seductress but also a submissive and I was salivating at the thought of using every inch of her body.

  Just like the deal she’d entered into.

  While the Royal men owned incredible villas on both islands, we also kept suites of our own within the hotel. The villas were positioned far removed from the various clubs and crowds of guests, which offered each one of us some time away from this business and the first one we’d joined together, wealth management.

  All our clients were fussy, or what I liked to call entitled. That’s because they were the upper echelon of society, men and woman inside the top three percent of the population’s wealth.

  I did enjoy the suite because of the various apparatuses that had been installed in one of the rooms. Yet tonight they would remain unused. I was a man of my word.

  I was just as hungry as she seemed to be, the ache in my cock more intense than before. She’d barely walked around the suite before kicking off her shoes, making herself right at home by finding the small stereo. While I sat with a drink in my hand, watching her evocative moves, she danced around me, every so often tossing her long hair in my face.

  She truly didn’t understand what she was doing by teasing a beast like me, one who hadn’t indulged in a woman in a long time. I sipped on my scotch, my cock and balls aching.

  When she dared to place her foot against my crotch, I lifted a single eyebrow.

  “Be very careful, little koala. I am running out of patience.”

  She was gentle in her actions, rubbing her foot up and down. Every time she blinked, I was reminded of just how long her eyelashes were. She was truly a magnificent creature, her face shimmering in the soft lighting.

  I was sucking down scotch like it was going out of style and I was at that point where I couldn’t take her tempting actions any longer.

  When I grabbed her arm, she laughed. I was shocked when she managed to get away, twirling like the dancer I’d learned she truly was. It was impossible not to watch her every move but when I found myself sitting up in the seat, I knew my control was slipping to the point of no return.

  “Remove your dress,” I commanded, the growl in my voice unmistakable. No one could ever deny my hunger or my sadistic needs. When I wanted something, my sights set, there was no turning back.

  She spun around and stopped, taking deep breaths. I could tell she was searching my eyes, ascertaining how serious I was. Within seconds, I noticed a hint of the woman becoming resigned but there was no denying her excitement either.

  I’d seen her luscious form before, but this was entirely different than concentrating on spanking her. I sat on the edge of my seat, swirling the drink back and forth before gulping down my last sip. The fact I slammed it on the coffee table made her smile.

  “Drop to your knees and crawl to me.” She was at least fifteen feet away, slowly lowering down. As before, her eyes never left mine. I had no need to further instruct her as she got onto all fours, crawling toward me slowly.

  Just the way she continued to toss her head back and forth kept my cock rock hard. As soon as she came closer, I took a deep breath. It was funny. I usually wanted to be in control of my entire life, including aspects of passion, but tonight the feeling of losing every bit of it was delicious.

  I found that incredibly freeing.

  She shifted my knees further apart, giving me the kind of heated gaze that would melt steel before brushing almost too delicately along my calves with just the tips of her fingers. The vibrations humming through me were incredible, pushing every boundary, my heart thudding like some fucking racehorse running the Kentucky Derby.

  When she started to purr, I was pitched into a fascinating state of mind.

  She was no virgin but the way she was handling me had more to do with our intense connection. That was obvious, so much so I finally leaned back to do nothing more than enjoy the moment.

  Allowing her to assume she had full control was a wicked method I’d used with women in the past.

  As she tugged on my shirt, yanking it from the confines of my trousers, I closed my eyes.

  “You’re going to suck me, Jasmine. Not tease. If you tease, I’ll spank you all over again.”

  I was genuinely surprised when she unfastened my belt and trousers, slowly slipping the thick leather strap from the belt loops. I couldn’t help but study what she was doing, my pulse shifting even higher.

  She took her time with the task and once free, she pulled it under her nose, drinking in the scent with an exaggerated action.

  Yes, I could easily bask in her beauty for hours, but we didn’t have that and my cravings were too dark to stop now. When she folded and handed me the belt, I was taken off guard.

  Her wink was also disarming, as if she was giving me permission to use the implement if she didn’t please me. She already had.

  As she peeled the material to the sides, I was the one holding my breath, tipping back my head and staring at the ceiling as if it would provide answers.