Bend Her (The Deviant Duet #1)

Chapter 1 - Avery

“ID,” the security guard demanded gruffly when I approached the door.

I watched three other people go in before working up the courage to stroll around the corner to the club entrance like I belonged.

My hand shook as I passed him the plastic card so he could check the list for my name and confirm my age—twenty-one. He either didn’t notice my nerves or didn’t care, and I released a breath when he handed me my license without a second glance.

I put my license back in my little handbag and pulled out the black kitty mask I’d picked specifically for tonight, something the club highly suggested but didn’t require.

“Check in at the end of the hall.”

He held the door open, and as I stepped inside, my hand immediately reached for the nearest wall to steady myself. My heart pounded in my throat, and I was already sweating as the nerves kicked my fight-or-flight instincts into overdrive. I had to fight the urge to leave.

To be honest, I couldn’t believe I was in a fucking sex club in the first place.

When a study buddy from class told me about The Secret Sin, only a couple of hours from our tiny little town, I thought it was a joke.

After fake-giggling my curiosity with the rest of the group, she sent me the special invitation link, and I fell head-first into the dark pit of sex and kinkery.

My porn search history was overwhelmed by the quick spiral of things I’d found myself curious about.

Voyeurism.

Masochism.

Fisting.

Bondage.

And so much more.

The one that intrigued me most was primal play.

The thought of dropping one’s humanity for the basic predator-prey instincts made my thighs clench and my mind wander.

I found myself watching hours upon hours of women being chased, only to be caught and thrown to the ground or against a tree for a rough fuck.

I’d never experienced anything beyond make-outs and a few clumsy attempts at fingering, but I’d never truly felt the urge to go any further.

It wasn’t that I was disinterested in sex; it was that no one made me want it.

I’d started to think something was wrong with me until I found myself wanting to be someone else’s prey, to feel my heart race as I ran, knowing it would inevitably end with my face in the dirt, ass in the air, getting railed until my body gave out.

When I found out The Secret Sin was hosting a special primal night event where carefully vetted participants were paired based on their desires and roles, it seemed like fate.

Being chased down and fucked sounded like the perfect way to lose my V-card.

An unforgettable way.

The club’s policy was ‘no virgins’ for this particularly intense kink, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to find out, so I checked the boxes to complete the forms and hit submit.

A couple of days later, I submitted my STD test and had a phone interview to go over my checklist of kinks and limits. Four hours later, I received a notification of a match.

Someone to chase me.

My match’s code name for the event was Michael, but other than his list of kinks and limits, I knew nothing about him. We weren’t allowed to contact each other beforehand and not afterward either.

I’d gotten myself off multiple times thinking of a man running after me, his footsteps loud behind me before he grabbed my hair, shoved me to the floor, and took what he wanted.

I hadn’t realized I’d lost myself to the dark, sexy thoughts again until a woman cleared her throat.

She sat behind a desk with papers sprawled across it, looking at me. “Name?”

“Avery Wilcox,” I rushed out, embarrassed she’d caught me fantasizing.

My cheeks burned as she looked at her list, marked something down, then handed me a pen and clipboard with a form attached.

“This is just a formality stating you cannot and will not hold the club liable for any damaged or lost belongings or any personal injuries from tonight’s activities.”

I nodded and skimmed the document before signing my name at the bottom.

“Thank you,” she said as she took it from me. “Enjoy your night, Jess.”

My code name caught me off guard, but it served as another reminder of my anonymity tonight.

The lady took my handbag, storing it for me so I didn’t have to worry about it.

According to the event guidelines, the security team would bring the participants' belongings to them after each scene before escorting them back to their cars, since participants weren’t allowed back into the club after their scene was over.

I placed my little mask on—a small, dainty piece, sexy but covering enough of my face to make me feel better about no one recognizing me. My eyes followed her open hand as she gestured to the door behind her. Heart pounding in my ears, I turned the knob, only to be met with a rush of loud music.

There were already lots of people there. Some danced while others lounged and drank at the bar or surrounding tables. Everyone seemed at ease, and I willed my shoulders to relax as I stepped inside.

He could be here right now, I thought as I surveyed the room, wondering if he was looking for me too.

I wouldn’t meet him for another half hour, but my nerves were already shot.

Fuck, I needed a drink.