Page 5 of Playing with Forever (Players Club Sinners #1)

She smiled, so sweet and trusting, all animosity between us gone for now. “All right, then. Lead the way,” she said, passing off her unfinished drink to a waiter.

I offered her my arm, and Andrea slipped her hand into the crook of my elbow as I guided her out of the lounge, as if she were my play partner for the night…

which she was not. I caught sight of Austin, and almost laughed at the comical look of shock on his face as he watched the two of us exit the room together.

I could relate, because if someone had told me I’d be escorting Andrea around The Players Club as well as finding her a competent dom to play with for the night, I would have told them it would only happen if hell froze over.

Yet, here we were, no longer sniping at one another, with Andrea trusting me to select a proficient man to pop her BDSM cherry.

Unfortunately, I had ulterior motives in mind.

If she wasn’t going to leave the club of her own accord, I’d just have to give her a different kind of incentive to make her reconsider.

As I guided her to our first destination, on the way I could have easily identified at least five men that I knew personally who would show her an easy and professional initiation into the world, acquainting her with the basics, and give her a memorable and pleasurable experience.

I ignored every single one of them, along with the looks of interest they sent in Andrea’s direction. In fact, I was fairly certain my expression told them to fuck off , considering they didn’t bother asking for an introduction to the new girl in their midst.

Instead, I took her immediately to the public sex room, since there was always an orgy going on in there.

I hoped if anything was going to unsettle Andrea, it would be the kind of raw, unrestrained fucking that went on in this section of the club.

I wasn’t into that kind of exhibitionism myself.

I enjoyed focusing on my one partner too much to share, but I didn’t judge anyone’s kinks.

Once inside, I heard Andrea’s breath catch as she stared at the various positions and stages of undress as I led her along the perimeter of the room, where other people watched the sexual display, or fucked while being voyeurs to all the shameless debauchery unfolding in front of them.

Andrea didn’t squirm or seem uncomfortable. Just curious. Fascinated, even.

Her maturity impressed me. That was a point in her favor, but wouldn’t help me with my end goal with her. I’d have to bring out the big guns.

“This way,” I said, redirecting her attention. “I’m not seeing any of the more experienced doms in this area.”

There was a door that led upstairs to more rooms, if you didn’t want to pick your way through the bodies to take the grand staircase behind the bar. I opened it and ushered Andrea through and up the carpeted steps to the second floor.

On this level, all the public rooms had windows you could peer into. I stopped us at one of them, where people were already engaged in a scene. A woman was tied up to a St. Andrew’s Cross and taking a hell of a flogging, her shrieks loud even with the sound-absorbing walls.

I paused, letting Andrea take in the scene. I was sure she’d hear the screams, see the red, welted, crisscross marks all over the woman’s body, and call it a day.

Over on another one of the benches, a submissive was strapped down and being fucked hard and relentlessly, begging for the man to stop, sobbing as her dominant thrust into her like a jackhammer while pulling on her hair and smacking her ass, which was already bright red.

I knew that it was all play—the partner had a safeword she could use if she really didn’t want to be so forcefully fucked, or the pain got too intense.

The club was a safe place for a lot of people to engage in consensual non-consent roleplay.

Even if that wasn’t the type of scene we were watching, many submissives would instinctively say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ without really meaning it, just out of instinct.

Safewords were a way to make sure there was no confusion.

But Andrea probably didn’t know that. She was new to this. What she saw and heard was a woman begging for the man to stop, and watching as the person fucking her ignored that request. That had to affect her, make her pause and consider what she was here for.

Andrea’s hand tightened on my arm and she made a noise in the back of her throat, and I glanced at her. Her eyes were a little wide, but she didn’t look afraid. She looked… intrigued. There was absolutely no fear on her face. No apprehension.

Fuck. Not what I was hoping for at all.

“Looks like Jordan is already busy,” I said, making an excuse to move on.

In the next room, which was medical themed, a woman and her submissive were already getting into blood and needle play. Aha. Now this would be sure to scare Andrea off.

The submissive’s legs shook a little as she lay on the table, strapped down, whimpering as she let her mistress slide needles in under the first layer of skin. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before, but I could understand why it would be rather intense for a first timer to witness.

I snuck a peek at Andrea to gauge her reaction. She bit her bottom lip as she watched the scene, but again, she displayed no trepidation or aversion to what was happening in the room.

“Is this one of those things you need to be certified on before they let you do it?” she asked curiously.

“Yes,” I said, surprised she’d remembered that from the club rules.

We moved on, this time finding a couple engaging in electrostimulation.

The woman was tied to a bed, spread-eagle, while her partner used a violet wand on various parts of her body to deliver a stream of electricity, the intensity ramped up high enough that the woman’s skin rippled with every touch.

The man dragged the tip over one of the woman’s nipples, and her back arched as she cried out from the sensation.

Beside me, I felt Andrea’s entire body jolt in response, as if she’d been on the receiving end of that stimulating voltage.

“It’s pretty intense, yeah?” I asked, hoping that this was finally her tipping point that had her running toward the exit.

“Very,” she agreed, and looked up at me, her eyes not filled with the concern or fear I’d been anticipating, but a surprising flash of irritation. “I know what you’re trying to do, Chase. You’re trying to scare me off, but I didn’t come here tonight without being prepared or knowing what I want…”

Andrea’s voice faded as a woman’s moan caught her attention and she glanced over my shoulder, her eyes widening.

I turned, curious to see if something had finally pushed her too far.

I followed her line of vision to an open area, where another woman was secured to a St. Andrew’s Cross, her dom edging her, alternating between using his hand and a vibrator between her legs to increase the pleasure.

He took her right to the brink, then denied her the release, again and again.

“Please,” the woman begged, her whole body shaking with the need to climax. “Oh, god, please, I’ll do anything, just let me come, please …”

He started again, and I could tell by her high-pitched cries she was so close to orgasm—but right at the precipice, the man stopped all stimulation. The woman sobbed in desperation.

Edging was one of my favorite things to do to my partner, and my cock stirred a little on instinct. When I looked back at Andrea and saw her reaction, my dick hardened the rest of the way.

A dark pink flush of arousal colored her cheeks as she stared at the duo with a desire that was visceral.

Her pupils were blown wide as she watched, entranced by the scene.

Her full lips parted, and I could have sworn I heard a soft, low moan escape her throat.

Through the thin fabric of her dress, I could see her hardened nipples, and I couldn’t miss the rapid way her chest rose and fell with each breath she took.

Jesus, Christ. She wanted to be dominated, badly, and I understood that craving for a particular kind of sexual kink more than most. Pain was my pleasure, but I also wasn’t immune to the exhilaration of pushing a woman to her limits, to seeing how much she could handle before I let her come apart.

Imagining Andrea in that scenario, with me in control and her helpless to do anything more than accept what I doled out, made my blood run hot in my veins.

Knowing I was probably going to hell for what I was about to do, I stepped behind Andrea, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her backside flush to my body.

She gasped, her hands touching my arm as she instinctively sank back against me, then deliberately rubbed her ass along the hard length of my cock, tempting and teasing me.

I’d tried my best to make her see reason, but I knew that Andrea was on a mission and there was truly nothing else I could do to dissuade her from finding another man to give her what I was capable of providing.

The thought of anyone else touching her, or fucking her, was no longer an option for me.

If she played with anyone tonight, it was going to be me.

I splayed a hand low on her belly, and her head fell back against my shoulder, her hips rolling in a silent plea for my fingers to traverse lower, to slide between her legs and stroke her pussy the same way the man in front of us was making his submissive squirm.

“Chase,” she whimpered, sounding a bit delirious. “I want…I need…”

She was so caught up in the lust coursing through her body that she couldn’t even get the words out. “I know exactly what you need,” I murmured into her ear. “Better than you do. Why don’t I take you to a private room and show you?”

She nodded jerkily, and didn’t even hesitate to give me exactly what I wanted, which was her. “Yes, please.”