nipples. Good grief. She crossed her arms over her chest.
His chuckle was deep and rich. “Come, the main room is much warmer.”
Wrapping an arm around her, he led her out of the bathroom, through the entry, and into a huge room crowded with people. Her eyes widened as she looked around. The club must take up the entire first floor of the house. A circular bar of darkly polished wood ruled the center of the room. Wrought iron sconces cast flickering light over tables and chairs, couches and coffee tables. Plants created small secluded areas. The right corner of the room had a dance floor where music pulsed with a throbbing beat. Farther down, parts of the wall were more brightly lit, but she couldn’t see past the crowd to make out why.
Her steps slowed as she realized the club members were attired in extremely provocative clothing, from skintight leathers and latex to corsets to -- oh my -- one woman was bare from the waist up. A long chain dangled from…clamps on her nipples.
What in the world? Wincing, Jessica glanced up at her host. “Um, excuse me?” What was his name, anyway?
He stopped. “You may call me Sir.”
Like the Marines or something? “Uh, right. Exactly what kind of club is this?” Over the music and murmur of voices, a woman’s voice suddenly wailed in unmistakable orgasm. Heat flared in Jessica’s face.
Amusement glinted in the man’s dark eyes. “It’s a private club, and tonight is bondage night, pet; I thought you’d have realized that from reading the rules.”
Club Shadowlands
9
Just then, a man in black leathers walked by, followed by a barefoot woman with her head down and wrists cuffed. Jessica’s mouth opened, only no words emerged.
One eyebrow raised, the manager waited patiently. She could feel his hand pressed low against her back, like a brand.
What had she gotten into? “Bondage?” she managed to say. “Like men making slaves of women?”
“Not always. Sometimes a woman dominates the man.” He nodded to the left where a man dressed in only a loincloth knelt beside a woman. The woman wore a skintight latex vest and leggings with a coiled whip attached to her belt.
“And domination can range all the way from an entire lifestyle, twenty-four/seven, to just a fun bout of sex. Many women fantasize about having a man take charge in the bedroom.” He stroked a finger down her flushed cheek. “Here the fantasy is real.”
Something inside her tightened at his words, a fascination mixed with shock. Take charge -- what exactly did that mean? Then the memory swept through her of how he’d touched her naked body, how he’d simply…taken charge, and she couldn’t keep from looking at him.
His dark eyes were intent on her face, as if he could read her reactions as easily as she would read a client’s books. She felt telltale redness rise in her cheeks.
“Come,” he said, smiling, his hand moving her forward. “Let’s get something warm inside you --”
Inside her? Like the thrust of a man’s -- She jerked her mind away. Good grief, she’d been here five minutes, and her thoughts were in the gutter. A smart person -- and she was that if nothing else -- would make a polite retreat right about now.
“And then you can decide if you want to hide in the entryway or stay here with the grown-ups.”
10
Cherise Sinclair
Even as her spine stiffened, she realized how easily he’d played her, and she glared at him.
His lips quirked.
As they approached the circular bar, the bartender abandoned making a drink to come over. He looked like a Great Dane with shaggy hair, all bone and muscle, even taller than…Sir. She frowned over her shoulder at the manager. What the heck kind of name was Sir?
Club Shadowlands
11
Chapter Two
“Something hot, Cullen, for Jessica. Irish coffee with lots of Irish.” As Zachary gazed down at the little intruder, he had to smile. She had a lovely body with lush hips wide enough to cradle a man in softness and full breasts
His chuckle was deep and rich. “Come, the main room is much warmer.”
Wrapping an arm around her, he led her out of the bathroom, through the entry, and into a huge room crowded with people. Her eyes widened as she looked around. The club must take up the entire first floor of the house. A circular bar of darkly polished wood ruled the center of the room. Wrought iron sconces cast flickering light over tables and chairs, couches and coffee tables. Plants created small secluded areas. The right corner of the room had a dance floor where music pulsed with a throbbing beat. Farther down, parts of the wall were more brightly lit, but she couldn’t see past the crowd to make out why.
Her steps slowed as she realized the club members were attired in extremely provocative clothing, from skintight leathers and latex to corsets to -- oh my -- one woman was bare from the waist up. A long chain dangled from…clamps on her nipples.
What in the world? Wincing, Jessica glanced up at her host. “Um, excuse me?” What was his name, anyway?
He stopped. “You may call me Sir.”
Like the Marines or something? “Uh, right. Exactly what kind of club is this?” Over the music and murmur of voices, a woman’s voice suddenly wailed in unmistakable orgasm. Heat flared in Jessica’s face.
Amusement glinted in the man’s dark eyes. “It’s a private club, and tonight is bondage night, pet; I thought you’d have realized that from reading the rules.”
Club Shadowlands
9
Just then, a man in black leathers walked by, followed by a barefoot woman with her head down and wrists cuffed. Jessica’s mouth opened, only no words emerged.
One eyebrow raised, the manager waited patiently. She could feel his hand pressed low against her back, like a brand.
What had she gotten into? “Bondage?” she managed to say. “Like men making slaves of women?”
“Not always. Sometimes a woman dominates the man.” He nodded to the left where a man dressed in only a loincloth knelt beside a woman. The woman wore a skintight latex vest and leggings with a coiled whip attached to her belt.
“And domination can range all the way from an entire lifestyle, twenty-four/seven, to just a fun bout of sex. Many women fantasize about having a man take charge in the bedroom.” He stroked a finger down her flushed cheek. “Here the fantasy is real.”
Something inside her tightened at his words, a fascination mixed with shock. Take charge -- what exactly did that mean? Then the memory swept through her of how he’d touched her naked body, how he’d simply…taken charge, and she couldn’t keep from looking at him.
His dark eyes were intent on her face, as if he could read her reactions as easily as she would read a client’s books. She felt telltale redness rise in her cheeks.
“Come,” he said, smiling, his hand moving her forward. “Let’s get something warm inside you --”
Inside her? Like the thrust of a man’s -- She jerked her mind away. Good grief, she’d been here five minutes, and her thoughts were in the gutter. A smart person -- and she was that if nothing else -- would make a polite retreat right about now.
“And then you can decide if you want to hide in the entryway or stay here with the grown-ups.”
10
Cherise Sinclair
Even as her spine stiffened, she realized how easily he’d played her, and she glared at him.
His lips quirked.
As they approached the circular bar, the bartender abandoned making a drink to come over. He looked like a Great Dane with shaggy hair, all bone and muscle, even taller than…Sir. She frowned over her shoulder at the manager. What the heck kind of name was Sir?
Club Shadowlands
11
Chapter Two
“Something hot, Cullen, for Jessica. Irish coffee with lots of Irish.” As Zachary gazed down at the little intruder, he had to smile. She had a lovely body with lush hips wide enough to cradle a man in softness and full breasts
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