Chapter Twenty-Nine The Club
SUTTON
Jayce is silent as he drives, and my heart is pounding so hard I can’t catch my breath enough to say anything myself.
My fingers are curled into the skirt of the short black bodycon dress Jayce asked me to wear.
It’s elegant, but undeniably sexy with its low sweetheart neckline and curve hugging material.
I also did my makeup with a dark cat-eye and deep red lip. It seemed appropriate for the occasion.
My hair is up in a neat, clean bun on top of my head…another request from Jayce.
“I like to see the teal,” he’d said. “And where we’re going, you don’t have to worry about hiding anything.”
My cheeks heat and I bite my lower lip to hide my smile at the memory.
We arrive at a tall building and Jayce pulls into an underground parking garage. He parks and helps me out of the car, then leads me to an elevator.
“This seems pretty private,” I murmur as the doors slide closed. “How’d your brother catch you?”
He lets out a low snort. “That was a different club. Less exclusive and expensive, so not as discreet. I took Owen there once, but he wasn’t really interested. I stopped going to the other place a while ago. Pretty much only come to this club now.”
“Oh, I see.” Good Lord, how many sex clubs are there in Denver?
Jayce holds my hand as we ride up to our floor, and I can’t stop stealing glances at him.
He’s dressed in a black suit with a black shirt, the top two buttons undone.
His free hand is in his pocket and his stance is relaxed and casual, like we’re just going to dinner and not about to enter a private sex club.
How often does he come here? It’s got to be pretty frequent given how nonchalant he is.
When the elevator stops, he pulls a black card out of his pocket and presses it to the card reader under the call buttons.
The doors slide open and he leads me out into what appears to be some sort of reception area.
It has marble floors and soft, crimson walls.
A warm, spicy scent tickles my nose. Like a mix of amber and clove.
I hear a soft thumping coming from somewhere beyond this room, like the low base of music vibrating through soundproof walls.
There’s a dark wooden desk across from us with a tall woman with platinum hair and a short black skirt and vest standing behind it.
There’s no one else present, which strikes me as odd for any kind of club.
As we approach, she looks up and gives us a polite smile.
“Welcome back, Mr. Vaughn.” She looks between the two of us. “You’ve brought a guest with you tonight, I see. Will she require a membership?”
“We’re considering this a trial evening,” he tells her smoothly. “She’ll be included on my membership for the night.”
“Very good.” She looks down at a laptop open in front of her and quickly types something then grabs a black clipboard with a paper on it and sets it in front of me. “If you could just sign this consent of entry form, miss, we’ll get you situated.”
Frowning, I glance up at Jayce and he gives me a wink and a reassuring smile. I skim the paper, which basically assures that I’m here of my own free will and understand the rules of the club.
When I sign it, the woman takes it back and asks Jayce, “Would you like your usual private room?”
“Yes, please.”
She types something else and then smiles back up to Jayce.
“Everything is ready. Enjoy your evening.”
He nods and squeezes my hand. Turning, we make our way through a large doorway covered with a red velvet curtain.
To my shock, we step into a wide open space with a bar and several seating areas with booths and cushioned chairs.
Music plays softly from a hidden speaker system.
There are people sitting around, talking and laughing.
Mingling. It’s like any other ritzy club I’ve been too, except some of the people are… naked.
Or in lingerie.
Or in leather.
Some are dressed like Jayce and I, but there’s a casualness about the nudity and exposure that catches me off guard. I freeze, gazing around with wide eyes.
Jayce chuckles softly, snapping my attention to him.
“You okay?”
Swallowing, I nod. “Yeah…just shocked me a bit, that’s all.”
“Understandable,” he grins. “Don’t worry, though. We’re not going to stay out here. I’m not interested in an audience…at least not tonight.”
My jaw drops. “Is that…is that something you have been interested in?”
He raises my hand to his lips, kisses the back of it and winks but doesn’t answer.
We start to cross the room and I immediately notice women’s heads turning toward Jayce like moths to a flame.
They’re gazes linger, but he doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care.
He continues straight ahead, his hold on my hand steady and unshakeable.
Pausing, he looks around. “Do you want to watch anything? Some rooms have windows. Otherwise we can go straight to the room.”
I’d be lying if I said the idea of watching other people was enticing, but right now I’m much more interested in what Jayce has in store for me.
“Let’s go to the room,” I reply.
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Your wish is my command.”
We enter a quiet corridor lined with closed black doors. There’s no sound back here. Not even any light bleeding through the seams of the doorways. My heart is racing and my breath is heavy by the time we stop at one door near the end of the hallway.
Jayce swipes his black card again and opens it, then steps aside, letting me go in first.
The room is larger than I expected with lighting that is warm and low, recessed so there are no harsh angles, only soft shadows.
The furniture is minimal, but every piece appears multi-functional.
A bed with black sheets against the far wall with stocks in the footboard.
A black armchair sits in one corner and a matching curved sectional lounger in another.
At first glance, they appear like regular furniture, but as I study them more closely, I can see that each has different, removable pieces and places for attachments to be added, and I can only imagine the various positions and poses that could be accomplished with them.
That’s not what has my stomach twisting with anxiety and anticipation. It’s everything else in the room.
The equipment.
Leather cuffs hang from hooks on the wall along with a variety of neatly coiled chains and ropes. Since Jayce and I started our bondage adventures, I’ve been doing a little research, so I recognize the spreader bar resting on a shelf near the bed.
This is different from his playroom at home. That one is set up so that the true purpose of the room is a secret with the hidden panel and normal furniture.
This room has everything out in the open. It’s not hiding anything.
Jayce turns to face me.
His expression is serious, but kind and patient.
“You asked about the club.” He raises his arms and looks around.
“This is what it is, and this is who I am in it.” I hold his gaze, my breathing steady even though my nerves are lit up.
He continues, voice calm. “I haven’t been back since the night in Silicon Valley.
If you don’t want this, we’ll walk out right now. No questions. No pressure.”
The weight of the choice settles between us, but I already know my answer.
I lift my chin, meeting his eyes head-on.
“Show me,” I state, my voice steady. “Show me all you’ve got.”
There’s no hesitation. I want him. I need him, and I’m not walking away from him.
The shift in him is immediate. His body seems to tighten and his gaze grows hungry, but focused. He crosses the room and reaches for the spreader bar and the cuffs then turns back to me and holds my gaze.
“Safe word, Starling?” he asks, his voice a rumble.
“Pirouette,” I whisper.
He nods once, then moves closer.
“Remember, you can change your mind at any time.” His voice is gentler. “Playing in these kinds of places can be overwhelming for first-timers, so know you can withdraw consent at any point. Okay?”
“Okay.” I have no intention of doing so, but it is rather reassuring to know I have that sort of control in this situation. Then again, I always do when it comes to Jayce. Somehow I am able to surrender all control without truly ever giving it up.
“Strip,” he orders.
He’s using that dominant tone that makes me instantly wet.
I do as I’m told, reaching up behind me to unzip my dress.
I let it fall and pool around my feet, then shimmy out of my black lace panties and step out of my stilettos.
I didn’t bother wearing a bra. Jayce drags his eyes over my body, making me flush.
He doesn’t move to undress, even leaving his suit coat on, making my nakedness feel more significant. More vulnerable.
I’m completely at his mercy and the realization has my pussy quivering with need.
Jayce gazes at me for several moments, dragging his eyes over every inch of my body. The dark desire in his eyes is undeniable and as he stares at me, he reaches down and adjusts his cock through his pants. Finally, he moves.
Prowling closer to me, he murmurs, “Give me your hands.”
Biting my bottom lip, I raise my arms in front of me and hold my hands out to him. He secures the cuffs, then tugs me toward the bed.
“Lay down. On your back.”
I do, scooting up onto the mattress before lying flat on my back.
He grabs the spreader bar and secures my ankles in the padded, black leather cuffs.
Tight enough that I can’t get away, but not so tight that they hurt.
He extends the bar, spreading my legs open wide, and when the bar clicks into place, I gasp.
I exhale sharply, the weight of the restraint flooding my system in a rush of adrenaline and awareness. Every inch of me feels alive. More sensitive. My heartbeat, my breath. The room seems to narrow until there’s only him.
Jayce traces his hands up my legs, his thumb brushing my skin and making me shiver.