Behind the Scenes

Prologue

. . .

I wouldn’t normally risk my entire career by going to a queer sex club, but somehow that’s exactly where I found myself on a Friday night after wrapping up filming in New York.

I almost ignored the message when it popped up, thinking that it was some type of spam.

But no, I was being specially invited to Club Pétale. The ever-so-famous New York Queer BDSM club.

They had rules. Simple ones, like leaving your phone at the door.

And then more strict ones.

Wear a mask.

Use a fake name.

Consent is key.

Maybe they were supposed to turn me off, but all they did was entice me.

Because I had a little secret. One that I hid behind a carefully curated mask. A famous one at that.

I couldn’t risk my career, though I’m sure they would eat this up. One of the world’s most famous lesbian actors going to a BDSM sex club in her free time?

The tabloids would have a fucking ball. I can see the headlines from here.

And it would be that much harder to hide what I needed to. But that was part of the excitement of it all. And I couldn’t help but feel just a little curious.

While there wasn’t much out in the world about the club itself, there were some rumors about wealthy and powerful people showing up at a specific queer BDSM club that just so happened to be in New York.

Another thing that drew me to the place was that whoever owned it had the power to keep its name out of every single tabloid and gossip magazine. Only those in the know had any idea of what happened in there.

And now I was going to be one of those.

Still, I had to weigh my involvement carefully because, no matter how good a time they promised, there were bigger things to consider.

But all those fears and worries disappeared when I saw her .

The thought of a partner hadn’t crossed my mind. I was focused on exploring the club, taking my time looking at the people on display, when a room called to me. I didn’t know why, but I found myself ducking into it.

When I stepped in, I paused to look at the performers. Two girls on stage. One completely at the other’s mercy. So fucking hot I decided to stay.

Looking around, I saw there were some seats available, but many people opted to stand.

She was one of them. The one who called to me. The one who made that delicious show on stage meaningless. The one I couldn’t tear my eyes away from if I tried.

She had long, sleek brown hair that cascaded down her back.

The tight black skirt and black blouse combo, while incredibly sexy, looked strangely professional for a sex club.

The most interesting thing about what she was wearing was the bright red shoes, meant to match the intricate mask on her face .

But those eyes… They were focused on the girls on stage. She wasn’t just watching. She was analyzing. She was enraptured.

And I was enraptured with her.

There was something about her. Something that called to my own darkness. She stood so straight, looking so proper, but one look at her told me how much she enjoyed what she was watching.

I had never felt the pull of someone like that. Never in all my years. Unless it was the pull to kill them, of course.

I wanted her.

No .

I needed her.

Maybe it was the power that she exuded. The sureness. The confidence. I didn’t have time to analyze it, but my darkness was ready to claim her. Ready to make her mine.

And who was I to deny it?

I couldn’t stay away.

I was supposed to be back in Los Angeles getting ready for a shoot early the next morning, but somehow I found myself back in New York and back at the same club looking for the same girl.

I was never this drawn to another person in my life. But somehow the single moment I saw her changed everything.

It wasn’t just about my career or keeping my true identity safe anymore.

I wanted something outside all of that now.

I wanted her.

I tried to reach out to the darkness inside me. Tried to put myself back on my path. The safe path. But I couldn’t help it.

This time, I found her in an even more compromising position. One that I loved but also hated.

And the more I watched, the more I hated it.

She was in one of the observation rooms. This one had a two- way glass, and I wasn’t the only one watching.

Laura—even her name was perfect—was on a leather sofa getting her pussy pounded.

I tried to focus on how her face looked.

The pleasure coursing through her. The way her body was arched.

The delicious way her pussy sucked up the fake cock.

But all I could focus on was the person behind her and how negligent they were being.

They barely touched her clit. Their hands always on her hips, using the momentum to thrust deeper into her. I imagined myself behind her instead.

I would treat her so much better .

She wouldn’t have to sneakily put her hand between her legs to rub her clit. She wouldn’t have to pinch her own nipples. I would do it all for her at exactly the right time because I could read her body better than that sorry excuse for a lover she’d picked.

I could feel her calling to me, and it got more pressing as I kept watching. She was nowhere near coming. She was forcing it, desperately trying to pull her orgasm out from the depths of her with no help from her partner.

I wasn’t sure anyone else could tell, but I could, and that was all that mattered. So I sat there fuming, jealous, pissed off, thinking of all the things I could be doing to her. How I could make her come alive at my touch.

And then it finally happened. She came with a sigh, almost as if she was happy it was over. She melted into the couch as her hand stopped vigorously rubbing her clit.

She deserves so much more than this.

I watch them clean themselves up. Chat. It seemed so… cordial. So… mundane.

It angered me because nothing about her was mundane. And there would be nothing mundane about us finally fucking.

Because she has to be mine.

I waited on the sidelines for her to come out. I didn’t have a plan—I just wanted to see her. But her partner came out first .

There was someone they knew waiting outside, and they immediately started talking about how hot they looked while they were pounding into “the girl.” I almost gagged listening to it.

“She was so into me.”

“You rocked her world. She didn’t know what was coming to her.”

“She’ll come back soon, I guarantee you. Girls like her? They’re all uptight until I get my hands on them. I can tell. She’ll keep thinking about it and come crawling back when she can’t stand it anymore.”

With that, all my thoughts of waiting for the girl and cornering her disappeared. I followed her partner and friend as they went inside the club again. I waited as they got separated and the partner got a drink before mingling, all without them noticing me.

I was biding my time, waiting for my chance. The darkness inside me had already concocted the plan, and as soon as they were alone, I’d pounce.

I saw my chance when they went outside for a smoke or something, walking off far to the side of the property and into the darkness. As if they had nothing to be afraid of.

Made it all too easy for me to sneak up behind them.

With each step I took, the same thoughts ran through my mind.

They’re not worthy of her. I will get rid of them. For her.

All for her.

I snuck up behind them while pulling the belt from my pants. Before they could even turn around, I looped it around their neck and pulled it so tight that not a single sound left their lips but a gargled moan.

They struggled hard enough, but not enough for me to lose my focus. Even as I started to break a sweat, I still kept them in place. Quickly, my eyes scanned the property to make sure there were no cameras pointing at us.

When I was sure there were none, I pushed them to the ground, my foot on their back, and I used all my strength to pull the belt tighter just as my foot delivered the final blow .

Only when they stopped squirming did I feel like I had done right by my girl.

She’s mine, and no one will ever talk about her like that again.

Just like no one will ever know how to touch her like I will.