Rune Read Free

took a large sip of her drink and choked. Her eyes sprang open. “Shit, how much vodka did you put in here?”
    Kitty shrugged. “I intend getting pissed tonight, along with you.”
    “Think you might be right there.” Again, her gaze snuck over the images of masked men and near naked bodies. Each one was absolute perfection, a full package of rippling muscle. “So, if this is a BDSM club, don’t other patrons use it?”
    “Yep, lots of Doms and subs go there, but this is a specialist service. These guys are select, and on hand to fulfil a woman’s fantasy. And once you pick your Dom, he commands you.”
    An excited tremble bubbled over Jess, along with a very real terror. Could she have sex with a stranger? Hell yes, her conscience screamed, it was the ones she knew she couldn’t, daren’t ever get close.
    All her life, ever since she was old enough to understand, she’d witnessed the savage tearing apart of her parents’ marriage. And it had scarred her to the soul; she’d rather remain single than put herself through that torture. This was the reason why she’d never had sex, never wanted a relationship. It scared her shitless. The few she’d had, holding hands and the odd kiss, had done nothing for her.
    When their hands had moved, so had she, fast.
    “So, what exactly can I expect?” Jess didn’t wince with the next mouthful; obviously becoming desensitised, she decided.
    Kitty swirled her glass, and her face took on a soft glow. “You’ll be completely at the mercy of whoever you choose.”
    “I thought the Doms did the picking? At least they do in the books I’ve read.”
    “Usually yes, but this is a special package deal, one that is unique to this club.”
    Jess nodded. “Okay, I can go with that, and—”
    “And expect to be fucked everywhere, I mean your body will become theirs.” Her hand shook holding her glass. “You’ll be tortured, sexually I mean, until you’re screaming for release.”
    Jess let loose a low groan, a shiver sprang over her, and her nipples hardened, they burgeoned beneath the material of her shirt. “Will you shut up, Christ I’ll be coming now.”
    Kitty ignored her. “And then there’s the bondage part, cuffed, chained, whipped, and you’ll also be paraded through the club as the property of your Dom.”
    “I will?” Jess eased a hand between her legs; hell she knew she’d be giving herself an impromptu session any second. The ache grew, and her fingers scrolled over her clit despite the material.
    “Mmmmm, almost naked, he’ll show them that you are his. He’ll tease you with his fingers, his hands will—”
    “Oh fuck, I’ll be back.” Jess slid off her seat, she raced to her bedroom. One thing on her mind, and that was relief.
    §§§
    Kitty continued to sip from her drink; she was used to Jess’s needs. For a plastic virgin, Jess was highly sexed, almost unnaturally so, because Kitty had heard her vocal cries. Kitty had wondered many a time why or how Jess suffered from such an acute desperation for sexual gratification because it was more than desire. A lot more. And flinched when her scream reverberated from upstairs. Never in her life had she met someone so needy for sex, and one that didn’t have it.
    At least not with a man.
    There was only one other that retained the almost unhealthy need to copulate to such an extent, and there was no way Jess belonged to that species.
    She was human, sort of, if she excluded her bitch of a mother Doreen.
    Five minutes later, Jess returned. Her face flushed, her hair loose, it swirled around her hips, and her eyes held that sleepy, just-been-fucked look. “Sorry about that, I had to come.”
    Kitty chuckled; her friend was so unconventional and outspoken at times it even shocked her. Yet she was used to her unorthodox ways. “That’s okay, I’ve refilled our glasses.”
    “Good.” Jess held her glass up; they clinked in the silence. “Here’s to a wicked fucking.”
    “Happy birthday, hun,”