Page 6 of Playing with Forever (Players Club Sinners #1)

Andrea

C hase’s offer knocked the wind out of me, but as reckless and utterly insane as it might be, I couldn’t bring myself to say no. Because in this place, surrounded by all levels of depravity, I didn’t want to be rational.

What I wanted, who I’d always wanted, was Chase.

Regardless of everything that had transpired between us over the past six years, in this sexually heightened environment there was no mistaking the mutual chemistry, no hiding from the heat coiling tight in my belly just from being pressed up against his hard, muscular body.

Denying that attraction, and Chase, would have been a lie.

And for tonight…I was okay with pretending that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the worst idea I’d ever had.

I trusted him to make my first time at The Players Club good for me, that he’d give me everything I’d ever hoped for sexually and teach me what I wanted to know.

And because I knew Chase personally, I’d be able to relax and sink into the experience without being self-conscious.

And really, that’s all that mattered, right?

It didn’t hurt that Chase was insanely hot, and his deep, confident voice murmuring in my ear that he knew exactly what I needed already had me wet and throbbing.

I felt like I was breathing fire, just watching all these other women on the receiving end of what I craved so deeply.

The idea that Chase would be the one to introduce me to that Dom/sub dynamic had me ready to sink to my knees and beg.

It was a fantasy I had never let myself entertain with Chase as my instructor, because there’d been no way it would ever come true.

And yet, here he was, offering to show me everything I’d secretly wished for.

Chase stepped around me and extended his hand, his expression not nearly as impassive as it had been in the past. Oh, there was still that reserve about him, that element of control he always exuded, but tonight I saw the flicker of anticipation, along with the sinful promises in his eyes, and I couldn’t wait to explore each and every one with him.

I took his hand and allowed him to lead me into one of the vacant private rooms. The moment we stepped inside and he closed the door, all sound from the club was gone. We were truly alone.

I glanced around, taking in the décor. The walls were lined in velvet, a lovely dark green color rather than the stereotypical red.

There was a lot of equipment, some of which I recognized from my research, and other pieces that were foreign to me.

There was a rack of toys along the wall, a set of drawers that I was sure held even more surprises, and a bed in the middle of the room.

Chase let go of my hand and walked to the monitor on the wall. He touched the screen, bringing it to life. “Your code?”

He wanted to look at my limits. I gave him the digits, and he quickly and efficiently perused the form I’d filled out.

Then he returned, slowly walking around me, inspecting me from every angle in a way that felt like a stamp of ownership.

I found myself trembling under his sharp, assessing gaze.

It was like some kind of switch had been flipped inside of him, and now there was no doubt of his power and authority in this situation, and over me. It was intoxicating.

When he was done making that circle, he stepped back. He clasped his hands behind him in a commanding stance, while those dark eyes of his met mine. “Undress,” he ordered.

One firmly spoken word. Clearly, there would be no sweet, romantic preliminaries tonight, but my time with Chase wasn’t about the kind of slow, intimate seduction that usually led to sex between a couple.

In this room, it was all about pleasure and satisfaction, and this man in front of me was all business.

“Don’t make me ask a second time,” he said in a stern tone when I took too long for his liking.

I shivered at the veiled threat in his words, as if I didn’t comply right now there would be consequences to pay. While a part of me was curious to see what would happen if I disobeyed, I wasn’t sure I was fully prepared to test Chase just yet.

I reached for the straps of my dress, pushing them off my shoulders and letting them fall down my arms, exposing my upper body to his gaze, which didn’t seem fair considering he remained fully dressed.

His eyes flicked to my breasts, his expression not giving anything away as he continued to watch as I shimmied my hips so I could push the rest of the material to the floor.

My underwear followed, and then my heels.

He picked up my clothes and set them on a nearby chair, then returned.

While I stood still he circled around me once again, gently trailing his fingertips over my body, heightening my awareness of his touch.

He grazed them across my arms and shoulders, and down to my breasts, murmuring huskily, “what a pretty little thing you are,” making me flush from the compliment.

I gasped in surprise as he flicked his finger against my nipple, furling it into a tight, hard bead.

Before I could recover from that unexpected sting of pain, his hand was skimming down my stomach.

Holding my gaze, he dipped his long fingers between my legs, gathered my clit between two fingers, and gave it a little pinch.

I swallowed back a moan, but the muffled sound somehow managed to escape past my lips, anyway.

“Don’t hide your sounds from me,” he said, my mind short-circuiting at the lazy way he kept tugging on my clit.

“I want to hear every moan. Every blissful sigh, every scream of pleasure when I allow you to come. Your body belongs to me, so that means your orgasms are mine to give when I feel you’ve earned them. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and found my voice. “Yes.”

“Yes . . .” He inclined his head, waiting for me to figure out what he wanted.

“Yes, sir,” I finished.

His eyes flashed with approval. “Good girl.”

His praise shocked me—not just because he gave it to me, but how good it made me feel. How those words softened everything inside of me and made me want to please him even more.

He gave my pussy one last deep stroke, and my knees went weak when he withdrew his hand and sucked the taste of me off of his fingers, then licked his lips as if he didn’t want to miss a drop. I felt like I could hardly breathe, I was so turned on.

“Is there anywhere I can’t touch you?” he asked. “Anything that’s off-limits?”

“You just read my list,” I said, belatedly realizing how sassy my reply sounded when he smacked my ass with the flat of his hand. I sucked in a startled breath because damn , that hurt. Chase clearly wasn’t messing around.

“Do not undermine my authority, or backtalk, unless you want to see where that gets you,” he said in a strict, uncompromising tone. “I asked the question because I want to hear it from you, directly.”

“You can touch me anywhere you’d like, sir,” I said, then rattled off the kinks I’d listed under my hard limits on the form.

“Better,” he said, and pushed his white shirt sleeves up a bit higher on his arms, to his elbows, giving me more of all those intricate tattoos on his skin.

“We’ll start with the standard safewords, which are the easiest for someone new to this dynamic to remember.

Green, yellow, red. Do you understand what each of them means? ”

I nodded, since it was another thing I’d read in the club’s guidelines. Still, I repeated it back to Chase just in case this was another test. My ass still stung from the first smack and I didn’t want to add another. “Green, I’m good and can handle more. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop.”

“Okay, then let’s get started.” He strolled over to the area where all the toys and implements were, then crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick three. Whatever appeals to you. We’ll start with those.”

I drew in a breath and walked over, an air conditioned breeze brushing across my bare skin, which offset the heat I was feeling from the searing way Chase looked over my naked body. When I reached the wall, I contemplated my choices, overwhelmed by all the options. Three toys. I could do this.

There were a few accessories that I wasn’t quite sure what they did, but everything was clearly high-quality. Even the whips and floggers looked like they’d been handcrafted with the finest leather, and the more personal items were sealed in brand new packaging.

I did want to get spanked, and not just with a hand, so I picked a riding crop.

Seemed pretty straight forward for a first time.

I selected the cuffs, obviously, because the thought of being restrained and forced to endure whatever my dom administered appealed to those forbidden desires I’d been harboring.

They were leather on the outside and fur-lined on the inside, which would at least make them comfortable around my wrists.

I also picked a black silk blindfold. I liked the idea of not being able to see Chase while he played with me, and not knowing what to anticipate.

Blocking my vision would add a nice little thrill of uncertainty.

Pleased with my selections, I presented the toys to Chase. He took them from me, then walked over to one of the narrower pieces of equipment in the room, which was padded in black leather.

“Bend over this table,” he said.

I did as I was told, positioning my body so that I was bent at the waist. The surface was only big enough for me to rest my torso on, which meant my breasts dangled over the opposite side.

Standing behind me, Chase lightly scratched his nails down my back and sides.

It almost but didn’t quite tickle, and I moaned at the pleasurable sensation.

“Such a good, obedient girl.”