Make Me (The Club #17) Read Free Page A

left him cold.
    He walked down the nondescript street to the corner where The Club resided in a building with wrought iron balconies and no windows on the first floor. The owners Jet Mak and Tallulah Belle Fremanis had gone to a lot of trouble to protect the privacy of the patrons. He pressed his forefinger on the scanner and the door clicked open. He recognized the head of security, Preston Stevens and gave him a nod in greeting.
    The foyer was subtle, dark wood with some black and gold accents. Italian in flavor but not too over-the-top. On his right in the security room, he noticed the guard staring riveted at the security screen of training room three, one of the playrooms upstairs. Ryan walked over to take a closer look. There was a scene going on. A naked woman was pinned spread-eagled on her back on a table wearing just a corset, wrist and ankle cuffs. Each limb was tied to a table leg so she was completely helpless. A blindfold prevented her seeing what was about to happen to her. Her Dom was holding a flogger, which had left red stripes across her pale thighs. Her face turned toward the camera. Ryan recognized the sub from last night. Ruthie. A sub who'd flirted with him. Perhaps her Dom had decided to fulfill her fantasy of multiple men because there was another man in the room with an enormous erection and he was about to drive it into her. Still another turned her face towards him, his cock ready to penetrate her mouth. He pinched his forefinger and thumb on her jaw so she was forced to open her lips.
    Ryan turned away. Although all of this would have been agreed upon before the session, it did nothing for him. He would never share his girlfriend. This was not a gift he could give because he was too possessive. From the look on Ruthie's face, she was enjoying himself. Her Dom appeared to be too. Each to his or her own. That was what The Club was about. Ryan didn't judge but even after several visits it never ceased to amaze him what turned other people on.
    Ryan moved past the foyer and handed over his cell phone to Gianna who worked at the hostess stand.
    "Thanks Ryan. Nice to see you back." The corset Gianna wore barely contained her breasts but Ryan hardly noticed.
    In his pocket he fingered the page full of Cari's fantasies. They were so erotic, she had gotten into his head. He had to find Annabel, which shouldn't be too hard, given the model was an exhibitionist. He scanned the bar area on his right and then the dance floor which was writhing with hot, steamy bodies in all stages of undress. If Annabel wasn't dancing on the first floor or in one of the V.I.P rooms, she'd be performing in the voyeur room upstairs.
    Ryan made his way to the bar and ordered a rum and coke while he focused on the sweaty mass of dancers, the heat from their bodies punching the air in front of him.
    "Here you go." The bartender pushed the glass across the bar and Ryan picked it up, took a large sip, glad for the cutting coolness. He scanned the room. Somewhere here was a Dom who liked to play rough. When Kerry had left him, he was certain a violent Dom had found Kerry. The bastard wore a mask, but Ryan was determined to locate him. Every time he came to The Club, he checked the crowd. One day he'd find the bastard and make him pay.
    Unable to see Annabel either, he strode toward the V.I.P booths at the end of the room, briefly checking the V.I.P bar before he entered the double frosted glass doors. A sensuous vision greeted him in the first booth to his right. Annabel was sitting on the table like a queen holding court. Her blunt cut red bob framed her delicate face and she was holding a long lead. Her sub was attached to the end of the lead and he was sitting at her feet on the floor like a dog waiting for his mistress's command. He was wearing a leather collar and tight leather shorts, which would be damned uncomfortable if he had a boner. Ryan felt for the guy. He wouldn't be able to get any relief from the discomfort until