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  As Joe tried to think of a reply, Cal got up, coming over to stand in front of the desk. “Look, you know I'm the last person to begrudge you a good fuck. Just make sure it doesn't interfere with business. Whatever you're doing with her, do it and end it before things get out of hand. We can't afford to attract any more interest than we already have.”

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  Mara watched as people drifted past her. Slowly, she walked down the long hall, trying to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to see. As she turned the corner, she saw rooms lining each side of the wall. She stepped closer to a room on the right.

  A woman with black hair lay spread out on a table, her wrists bound by straps connected to the sides of the table. Her ankles were cuffed, her legs spread wide, her bare pussy wet with arousal. A tall man with dark hair walked over to her, his chest glistening. Mara noticed another man on the other side of the room. His blond hair was a sharp contrast to the dark-haired man. Both men were nude, their stiff cocks standing at attention.

  The dark-haired man trailed one hand down the center of the woman's body. He leaned down to flick the tip of his tongue across a distended nipple. The blond man came over to take position between her spread thighs. Mara felt her pussy flush with arousal as she watched the man bend down to slide his tongue through the woman's slit.

  She couldn't help but envy the ecstasy that washed across the woman's face. Both men feasted on her body, making her head twist back and forth. She watched as the blond man pulled a dildo out from the side of the table. It was so large that she wasn't sure the woman on the table could take it. She watched him rub his thumb over her clit as he began to slide it inside of her.

  He shoved it all the way in, making the woman pull at her restraints. Then he began to move it in and out of her, rotating it slowly. The other man turned the woman's head to the side, standing up to slide his cock between her red lips. He grabbed her head as he began to fuck her mouth. Mara pulled her lower lip between her teeth, her nipples tightening.

  The blond man pulled the dildo out as he reached for something beside the table. She watched as he rubbed lubrication on the fake penis until it was shiny. When he placed it back between her legs, Mara held her breath. Instead of returning it to her vagina, the man began to force it into her ass.

  Mara gasped at the sight.

  She felt hands grip her waist, and she glanced over her shoulder to find Joe standing behind her. His eyes were fixed on the threesome before them. Mara turned back to see the man sliding the vibrator in and out of the woman's anus.

  “I can't believe she can take it,” she remarked, her voice breathless.

  “She can take that and more,” he replied, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her ear.

  She turned her head to find him watching intently. “How do you know?”

  “I've seen them before,” he said.

  “Them?” Mara asked, her eyes widening.

  He nodded against her. His hands slid around her waist to pull her back against his body. She felt his erection prod against her buttocks and wondered what it would be like to have him there.

  “They come here often. He's getting her ready to take them both.”

  Mara's mouth fell open. “Both?”

  One of Joe's hands rose to tease the nipple that was poking through her dress as his other hand slid lower to cover her mound. She moved against him instinctively, as the people around them seemed to disappear. His finger found her clit through the fabric, teasing it mercilessly. Just as she was about to come, he pulled away.

  He slid a blindfold over her eyes. Panic rose up her spine, but he stilled it with a caress.

  “Do you trust me?” he inquired, his husky voice making her quiver in anticipation.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  She knew that this was crazy.

  Everything about him should frighten her.

  So, why did it feel so good?

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  Chapter 7

  “Where are you taking me?”

  His chest pressed against her back as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

  “Trust me.”

  Joe heard her quick intake of breath as he led her through the club to the private room he had selected earlier. He wasn't sure why he had decided to push her tonight, but the thought of her baring everything, giving her body to him completely made his cock hard. He positioned her in the center of the room before closing the door behind them. Taking his place behind her, his hands lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. The dress slid down her legs to land in a puddle at her feet.

  Damn, she was sexy.

  He walked around her, taking in the black lace bra. Her pink nipples peeked through to tempt him. Her black lace thong was a small scrap of material that revealed more than it covered. The spiked heels she wore made him ache. He reached out to tease her nipple through the thin material.

  “Joe?”

  “I'm here, baby.”

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  She heard him walk around her minutes before she felt the heat of him against her back.

  God, she wanted him.

  She felt him unclasp her bra before sliding the straps down her arms to let it fall to the floor. The cool air made her nipples tighten.

  “Raise your arms,” he commanded.

  She did as he requested, feeling him cuff her wrist. A sliver of fear raced up her spine. She'd never been tied up before, not even with the belt of a robe. A part of her wasn't sure that she was ready for this, but the rest of her didn't want to disappoint him. She didn't resist when he reached for her other wrist. He secured it above her head. His mouth covered her neck, his tongue snaking out to tease the sensitive skin.

  “Trust me,” he reminded her as his hand skimmed her abdomen before covering her breasts.

  His fingers pinched her nipples, making her cry out. He bent down to remove her thong. His mouth pressed against her buttocks, and she jerked. His hand came around to toy with her clit as his mouth trailed over her skin.

  “Spread your legs,” he murmured.

  His other hand brushed the inside of her leg, and she spread them wider for him. She bit the inside of her lip as his finger plunged into her greedy womb. He moved it in and out of her, driving her higher and higher. Just as she was on the brink, he pulled away to stand up. He undid the blindfold. Mara blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light.

  Oh my God!

  Her mouth fell open as she realized where they were. Several people were standing on the other side of the glass wall watching her, watching them. Staring at her naked body. Watching his hand move inside of her. She pulled at her bonds, but Joe's hands on her waist stilled her. He drew her back against him.

  “I want them to see you. I want them to watch me fuck your sweet pussy. I want them to watch you scream my name when you come, Mara.”

  She should have been appalled at the request, but his sinful words made her arousal flow down the inside of her thighs. Joe slid his hands up to her breasts to play with her nipples. Mara's eyes focused on a young man with dark brown hair, his chest bare to reveal chiseled muscles. His black leather pants barely contained his erection. His eyes moved over her appreciatively.

  Joe leaned closer, his tongue stroking the lobe of her ear.

  “He wants you.”

  Her nipples tightened, and her clit swelled. Involuntarily, she moved her hips, seeking relief. Answering her silent request, Joe's hands glided lower to rub lazy circles over her aching clit.

  “Look at him, Mara. He wishes he was in here touching you.”

  Joe slid a finger inside of her, making her moan. He added a second finger, and she jerked against him, desperate for the orgasm his ministrations promised.

  “I'm going to fuck you right in front of him, Mara. I'm going to slide my cock into that tight little pussy until you come.”

  She heard a rustling of clothing a few seconds before he grabbed her hips, pulling her back. His
cock slid through her folds, and she arched her back to give him access. He drove into her, burying himself deep inside of her. One hand rose to knead her breast while the one on her waist held her firm. He slid in and out of her wet passage, driving her closer and closer to the peak she sought.

  Mara's gaze found the man outside. The desire in his eyes sent her over the edge.

  “Joe,” she cried out as the orgasm took over.

  Suddenly, he gripped her hard, pounding into her before going rigid inside of her. She felt him ease out and immediately missed his heat. He reached up to undo the handcuffs. Once she was free, she collapsed against him. He carried her over to the leather table, laying her back on it.

  “That was amazing,” she murmured, her tone as breathless as she felt.

  His hand circled her wrist, pulling it to the side of the table. Before she knew what was happening, he secured another cuff around it. His devilish smile made her insides quake.

  “Baby, we're just getting started.”

  A tingle of alarm crept up her spine as he secured her free wrist to the other side of the table. Then he cuffed her ankles so that she was spread eagle. Mara could only imagine what the scene looked like to the other members of the club. She was about to turn her head to look when she felt something cold run along the inside of her thighs. She looked down to see Joe rub a dildo over her clit.

  Every part of her body tightened. It pressed through her wet folds, making it slick with her juices. Slowly, he pushed the tip of it inside of her. Her hips arched, silently begging for more. Responding to her unspoken request, he pushed it deep, rotating it as it tunneled into her pussy. It slid in and out of her wet cunt, driving her closer to another orgasm. His hand glided over her stomach to caress her breast. He pinched the tip, making her cry out.

  Just as she was about to reach the next crest, he removed the fake cock. She heard something only moments before she felt something slick prod at her back entrance.

  She tensed.

  “Relax,” he instructed, his hand sliding lower to keep her in place.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “A plug. It will get you ready for me.”

  Visions filled her mind as she felt the plug press against her tight rosette. Never in her life had she taken a man there. She felt an instant of pain as he pressed the plug further into her tight hole.

  “Joe?”

  “Almost there, baby,” he assured her, his voice husky with arousal.

  His hand slid over her mound, his fingers toying with her clit. He pushed the plug further until it passed the tight ring of muscles. He pushed until it was firmly lodged deep in her ass.

  “God, baby. You're so hot,” he breathed against the inside of her thigh.

  Before she knew what he intended, his tongue snaked through her slit. She jerked against her bonds, wanting to draw him closer, but her restraints prevented it. His mouth settled on her clit, sucking until she cried out. The feel of his mouth on her pussy was slowly driving her insane.

  She needed more.

  She needed his cock.

  “Joe, please,” she begged.

  “Please what, baby?” he prodded, his voice sinfully low.

  Her eyes met his.

  “Please fuck me.”

  He groaned. He kept his thumb moving over her clit as he rose. He drove inside of her. Their moans filled the empty room. Never before had she felt so full. Her ass was filled with the plug, and her pussy was filled with cock. He began to move inside of her, driving deep. His hands glided over her torso to close over her breasts. He molded them as his thumbs stroked her nipples. Her eyelids began to flutter closed.

  “Look at me, Mara,” he commanded. “I want you to watch me fuck you. And when I'm done with this sweet pussy, I'm going to fuck that tight little ass.”

  His words pushed her over the edge, making her cry out in satisfaction. It shattered inside of her, sending tingles of pleasure through her body. Joe ripped the cuffs off of her, and she sighed. Before she could relax, he stood her up to bend her over the table. Her breasts crushed against the cool leather. He pulled her arms high to secure them in straps. Then he bent down to secure her ankles in cuffs on the table legs. The position left her spread wide for his pleasure.

  Her body was completely open to take whatever he wanted to give.

  He pulled the plug out of her ass. She tried to twist her head around to see what he was doing, but her position didn't allow it. His hands kneaded her buttocks before spreading her cheeks wide. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt his cock prod against her and tensed.

  One of his hands slid around her body to rub lazy circles over her clit. Awareness teased her pussy, making it damp with arousal. The tip of his cock entered her, and she felt pain slice through her. The sensation of pleasure and pain at the same time made her body tighten. His tongue slid along the line of her spine.

  “Your ass is so tight,” he murmured against her skin.

  He rocked back and forth until she felt him slide past the tight ring of muscles, allowing him to plunge deep. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him. He began to drive in and out of her, his pelvis slapping against her buttocks.

  “I'm all the way inside your ass, baby.”

  His finger moved faster over her clit, making her moan.

  “Everybody's watching me fuck you. They're watching me move inside of you.”

  His words made her orgasm come crashing down all around her. Her muscles tightened on him, and she felt him pump a few more times before going rigid inside of her. He let out a low groan as he joined her over the edge. He collapsed against her back, his mouth against her shoulder.

  Mara tried to catch her breath. In all the times she had been with other guys, she had never thought multiple orgasms were possible. But now she knew the rumors were true. With Joe, anything was possible.

  She let him own her body.

  And he knew exactly what to do with it.

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  Chapter 8

  Mara sat in the leather chair behind Joe's desk. He had told her to wait for him while he closed down the club so he could walk her home. She still couldn't believe the things she had done with him. Never in her life would she have believed that one day she would be in a sex club having sex in front of strangers. But Joe made her feel so free. He made her feel uninhibited.

  But more than that, he made her feel sexy.

  He made her feel like everything she did turned him on.

  And that was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.

  She wasn't sure what it was about him, but when she was with him, she felt like a different person. He made her feel wanted. And after everything she had been through with Dan, she deserved it. She deserved to finally experience all of the passion and sensuality she had been writing about for years.

  Joe was right about one thing. How-to books on kinky sex could only get her so far. Eventually, she had to play the game. Joe taught her that.

  He taught her that and so much more.

  Still, she couldn't help but wonder what all this meant to him. Was it just sex? Or was it something more? Sometimes, when he touched her, she felt like he truly cared about her. But was that real? Or was that just the wishful thinking that all women did because they were desperate to equate love with sex?

  As much as she wanted to tell herself that she was only doing this for research, a part of her already knew that it was more. Joe had opened up a floodgate inside of her. She didn't want to admit it, but deep down she hoped it was special to him, that it meant more than just sex.

  A noise outside the door caught her attention. She glanced over at the television screens on the wall. From the office, Joe could see everything that happened in the club. The television screens were covertly hidden behind a sliding panel. The fact that he didn't hide them tonight, that he was opening up his world to her, had to be a sign.

  She watched as one by one the lights began to blink
out in each of the rooms.

  All but one.

  Her eyes narrowed. She knew the room. It held a large circular bed with a red velvet spread. She liked to think of it as the roses room, because it was as close to romance as she was going to get in a club like this.

  But it wasn't the room that caught her attention. She got to her feet to walk over to the screen, straining to get a better look. She stood directly in front of the monitor, her mouth falling open.

  It couldn't be.

  A woman lay across the bed wearing a white lace dress. A white silk scarf was draped across her neck. Her black hair was spread out on the bed. Her mouth hung open, her eyes glazed.

  Mara's heart began to pound. It had to be a member. But Joe said that he was going to lock up. She glanced at the other screens. All of the other rooms were dark.

  If it was a member, what was she still doing here?

  And why did she look ... dead?

  Her pulse was racing. The other screens reflected her shocked expression back to her. It was just a coincidence. Three years ago, she had written about a woman wearing a similar outfit. But in her book, the woman was killed.

  She searched the screen, waiting for someone else to enter the room. The sound of a door slamming behind her jolted her around. The door to Joe's office was still slightly ajar. She walked over to it, pulling it open to peek out into the hallway. The corridor was completely dark, despite the blue lighting that lined the floor.

  “Joe?”

  No response came.

  She took a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway. The club was a maze of back corridors that regular members never had the opportunity to see. From the couple times she had been back here with Joe, she knew from experience how easy it would be to get lost in them. She ventured a couple of steps forward, her hand reaching for the wall.

  “Mara.” She heard a strange whisper call out to her from up ahead.

  “Joe? Hello? Is someone there?” she replied.

  She took another step forward, her pulse quickening. With each step she took, fear crept up her spine.