Chains (The Club #8) (4 page)

She briefly looks me in the eye, her cheeks heating with a soft blush. I can only imagine the other areas of her delicate body that are heating in this exact moment, but she’s not someone I plan on exploring anytime soon. She may be shy, seductive and sexually desirable but my taste is unique and I’m not about to go down that road of inexperience again. Instead my frequent visits to
The Club
are my haven, the one place I can share my needs with women who are fully willing to submit to my every control and fantasy.

As CJ leaves the office, the sound of the wooden door closing pulls me back into the here and now. Taking another sip of my coffee, I review my daily calendar on the sleek Mac screen. A sly chuckle escapes my throat as I think about the life I lead. By day I’m a successful attorney and by night a control freak who relishes in the dominance of others.

I am a man of power.

The day ticks past in slow motion as I wait for my last appointment to arrive. I’m looking forward to this meeting, if not so much for the business aspect but the pleasure of seeing Ashley again. It’s not often that a woman catches my attention as she has and, over the course of the past few months, she’s become someone I can rely on and trust.

Ashley and I have more than just our professional success in common; together we thrive on the submissive tendencies of our chosen partners. We met at
The Club
a year ago, shortly after the night Jesika walked out of my life. When my eyes caught sight of her, there was an immediate pull to be closer to her, but Ashley was different. She was never a challenge I felt the need to consume. No, she was the exact opposite. Her sexual demeanor made other men drop to their knees, she harnessed a power that was similar to mine. Ashley was my equal. When Jesika walked out of my life I felt a void. As much as I turned away from all emotions, she did something to me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Since that night, I’ve refused to let another woman take over my thoughts. Ashley helped me realize that I didn’t need the validation of a woman. She brought me back to the man I was, a man of control. I tell who I want when I want them and now my pleasures are discretely satisfied by my choosing at
The Club
.

“Mr. Samson,” CJ’s timid voice breaks through the intercom unit sitting upon my desk.

Looking down to the device, I know exactly why she’s calling out to me as anticipation surges through my veins.

“Yes, CJ, send in my last appointment,” I reply before moving to stand.

As I walk from behind my desk, I button my suit jacket and run my hands down both arms ensuring my appearance is pristine. My eyes scan toward the door and the tall wooden structure opens as a woman of pure confidence and beauty saunters into my office. With long, sleek legs Ashley moves toward me. My gaze follows her grace, taking in every inch of her. Ashley’s appearance is ever so elegant with a seductive yet professional looking short black dress enhancing her ravishing curves. With each step she takes in her five inch heels, her hips sway and her perfect tits ride over the wave of sexuality that heighten her dominant prowess. A sly smile forms along her magnificent cherry red lips as I reach for her with outstretched arms. Her body pulls in next to mine. The smell of her subtle yet delicious perfume wafts through my senses while she places a gentle kiss to both sides of my face.

“Good evening, kitten,” I whisper into her ear.

“Now, now you know I don’t like to be called that, but if you’re willing to reverse roles I’d be more than happy to make you my pet,” she purrs while reaching down and grabbing onto my cock.

With a slight giggle, she backs away from me, flashing a wink in my direction while wiping the remnants of lipstick from my cheeks.

I release a laugh at the absurdity of her remark. As gorgeous as she may be, there’s no way in hell I’d ever submit my dominance to her or to anyone else for that matter.

“You know I’d rather give up my left testicle than to bow down to your graces; however, I have fantasized about you dropping down onto your knees for me a time or two.”

Running her fingertips along the length of my arms she moves in closer to me, her lips so near mine I can taste her minty breath. I’m not lying when I say I’ve thought about her and the things I’d love to do to her. Wrapping her hair in between my fingers, I pull her head back so that her neck is fully exposed to me. As I trail my hot breath against her delicate skin, her body tenses next to mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that the two of us could fuck like caged animals and in so many ways it turns me on, if only she’d submit complete control onto me.

Her small hands slide down to the curve of my ass as she firmly squeezes and rocks her pussy into me. I mentally laugh at her attempt to take charge as I bite down onto her neck. The physical appeal filtering between our two bodies is enough to suffocate a willing submissive, yet this game of cat and mouse won’t get either of us anywhere.

Releasing her grip, she looks up at me with brilliant green eyes sparkling. There’s no lust, desire or want pouring from her gaze. Instead as we stare back to one another there’s a battle of willpower that neither of us are prepared to give in to.

“Fuck, Connor, one day…one day,” she huffs stepping back resting her hands on her cocked hips.

Shaking my head, I lean onto the top of my desk crossing my arms over my chest.

“It’ll never happen, Ashley, but I do take pleasure in the games we play,” I state with a raised brow. “Now back to why you’re here. Don’t get me wrong, gorgeous, I enjoy having you in my presence, but I have things to do and you’re holding me up.”

She looks to me with annoyance splayed across her face before turning and moving through my office. She takes a seat on the couch at the far wall. With the utmost poise, she sits ever so like the lady I know very well she’s not. She’s every man’s wet dream and there’s no denying the sexual chemistry that’s floating through the air, but together we are a vicious accident waiting to happen. It’s been understood since our first encounter that there was no chance of either of us controlling the other, instead we allow the tension to grow and use it on the willing subs within
The Club
.

“Well, let’s get down to business then, shall we?” she questions before positioning herself on the edge of the cool, brown leather surface as she crosses her legs before reaching into her briefcase.

“Would you care for something to drink?” I ask meandering over to a built in bar next to the couch.

“Just my usual, I need a clear head to go through these documents with you. I have a business proposition outside of the magazine and need you to go over the contracts for me, no personal questions asked.”

“Of course, I’ll look them over and we’ll see what I can do to assist you.”

As I make us both a scotch on the rocks, I look into the mirror catching a glimpse of her biting down on her lower lip. Ordinarily this would be a turn on for me, a sign of gratification that is a visual cue for me to tighten the restraints while trailing a riding crop down the quivering torso of my submissive. Imaging the perfect female body shivering beneath me as I create a sense of pleasure they’ve never experienced has me wanting to get the hell out of here and to
The Club
. I’m desperately in need of a warm body and tonight I will find one willing to release their sexual needs to me.

With both drinks in hand, I make my way over to the couch placing the glasses onto the table separating Ashley and me. Her arm extends out toward the glass, her cherry red nail polish catching my attention. This woman is sex on fire from the tips of her perfectly blonde hair, her mesmerizing eyes all the way to the heels of her stilettos.

For the next hour, we sip on our scotch while I review the contracts. Taking a step outside of the magazine is a stretch for her and I’m not certain why she’s doing it, but as her attorney I’m willing to push all questions aside and provide her with the changes needed to accommodate all of her requests. As we finish up, Ashley collects all of her documents and places them into her briefcase.

“Thank you again, Connor, for all of your help. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Not only as my attorney, but as a friend as well,” she says standing from the couch, handing me her now empty glass.

“Ashley, am I sensing emotion coming from that cold black heart of yours?” I ask with a wicked smirk.

“Don’t push your luck, Connor Samson, I’m simply informing you of how grateful I am to have you by my side. If you’re going to be an asshole about it, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself,” she retorts while crossing her arms along her chest.

Moving to her side, I place a soft kiss to her cheek. She’s right, there are not many people I’ve allowed into my life, having her as a confidante means more to me than she’ll ever know. I’m just not willing to get soft about it. Instead I’ll sit back and watch as she slowly lets her walls down to me.

“Will I be seeing you later?” she asks stepping away from my hold.

“Yes, of course. I need to go home first, but I will most certainly be seeing you later,” I respond putting our glasses into the sink and moving toward my desk.

“Have you thought anymore about bringing a guest with you next week?” she asks in a hesitant tone.

She knows very well I don’t participate in bringing someone with me to
The Club’s
monthly member invitation. There’s too much of a risk for me to share my personal life with anyone I know on a professional level, except her.

“I know what you’re thinking, Ashley, but I prefer to meet and greet woman sexually at the club. There’s no need for me to invite a guest; however, if you have someone in mind who would pique my interest, I’m always willing to satisfy a new pet.”

“I’ll see what I can do, all mighty one,” she giggles as my eyes glance up to see her about to leave.

“Wait a moment and I’ll walk you out,” I remark grabbing my briefcase and walking in her direction toward the door.

She smiles back to me and loops her arm with mine as we exit my office. Now that the day is officially through, I mentally walk away from my profession and prepare for my evening of pleasure at
The Club
.

Pushing the tendrils of falling hair out of my face, I zip up my camera bag before falling down onto the soft, mustard yellow couch in my office. Leaning my head back I close my eyes and rest for just a second. Today has been one of the busiest days I’ve had in a long time. After shooting four different models, six wardrobe changes a piece and an irate editor, I’m seriously spent. All I want right now is a way to teleport to my condo, fill the tub with rich smells of lavender and pour myself a large glass of chilled Moscato.

Mmm, my taste buds are already screaming at me as my mouth begins to water and my tired muscles relax.

Opening my eyes, I watch as Ashley, the layout editor and my colleague, walks into my office.

“You look like shit,” she remarks with a wide grin.

Leaning forward, I rest my elbows onto my thighs while giving her an evil smirk.

“Sorry not all of us can make it through hell and back while still looking like a glamour queen,” I retort.

With her long legs Ashley walks further into the room. Seriously this woman is flawless and looks like she just stepped off the pages of our magazine. Wearing at least five inch heels, a navy pencil skirt and a to die for white blouse, she gorgeous. As she takes a seat on the edge of my desk, she tosses her long, perfectly styled blonde hair off of her shoulder and stares back to me with piercing green eyes.

Looking down at my own attire of jeans, a fitted white tank and my favorite converse, I feel slightly underdressed and this is my norm. Especially when I’m working on location, I need to be comfortable. My chucks versus heels are way more relaxed for the random positions I find myself in, not to mention climbing over obstacles to get the shot I need.

I take my finger tips and pull the rubber band holding my messy bun together out of place. My long dirty blonde hair falls down past my shoulders. To avoid eye contact, I lean forward and allow the curtain of strands to shelter my face.