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CHAPTER EIGHT: CHRIS
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A week later, and I still felt mortified. I couldn't believe that I didn't think before I went to that club. Of course, a club like that would be expensive; I should've realized that given how exclusive it was. But no, I went headfirst into Desire's Den without any thought whatsoever. It was odd because that wasn't who I really was. I overthought and overanalyzed every situation before going forth with anything. I guess the reason I didn't do it now was that I didn't want to give myself an excuse to avoid going at all. And now I regret it.I hadn't researched any other BDSM clubs in the city afterward, even though the craving to explore submission was heightened much more after seeing it with my own eyes. I just... if I got burned once, I usually avoided getting burned again. For the first time in my life, I stepped out of my comfort zone—way out of my comfort zone, and I was left humiliated. Did that make me want to try again? Hell no."Get me a dry martini with lemon peel, shaken, S
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Late at night, or early morning—depending on what you'd consider five am to be—we finally locked up. My legs were killing me, and my stomach complained about the too-small meal I had several hours ago.It had taken forever to get the customers out, count the money, and turn out the lights. But, when I stepped out of the building, I breathed a little easier.Money was tight as it was—being a college student living off-campus in New York City, but this job helped considerably. The tips were great, as were the paycheck I got every other week when I worked that weekend."Do you want me to wait with you at the bus stop?" Mark, my manager, asked as soon as we got outside.My pride wanted to say no, I didn't need anyone to watch over me, that I could handle myself. But... this was in the middle of the city. I would admit, I was scared of being on my own at this hour."It won't be too much of a problem for you?" I questioned, but I knew he would say no like he always did."Of course not, come
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I was naked, switching between too warm and too cold; there was no middle ground. My skin was covered in a light sweat, and my nipples were puckered into two tight bundles of nerves."Is this what you wanted?" A man with a smooth, silky voice asked.It was dark, too dark for me to see anything but a shadow of a man. He towered over me, and I... I was tied to something, I realized—both at my ankles and wrists. The rope pressed into the skin as I tested the strength cords; it was a little uncomfortable and a whole lot delicious.St. Andrew's crosses, the thought flashed in my mind. Was that what I was attached to?Whack.Something hit me on my thigh, bringing a bite of pain with it. The sting was everything I'd ever imagined it would be, and far too brief, disappearing soon after that initial hit."I asked you something, and you would do well to answer me," he commanded, and my pussy clenched at the sound."Yes," I moaned, looking up at him through hazy eyes.Whack."Yes, what?" My puss
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I came with a cry. My body convulsed as my pussy clamped down on nothing but air. My breathing was labored as the waves of pleasure washed over me.My panties were soaked through, and all I could do was wonder how it was possible to come from just a dream, with no stimulation. I'd never experienced it before.The light shined through the window, and the traffic outside was just as loud as it always was. Midday, I guessed.Although I was happy to work as a bartender, I hated sleeping the day away. It felt like I hadn't done anything too useful in those days. What was worse was fixing my sleep schedule after every other weekend when I worked at Euphoria.It was Sunday, and tomorrow I had a second job to attend, this one was a waitress job at a small family café.Some days I just wanted to pull my blanket over my head and forget the world for a little while. But I couldn't, not if I wanted to save up money for my last year of college, so I didn't have to take too many shifts while studyin
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Silence. Complete and utter silence.At first, I didn't know what to say. What did all of it mean? And how were they able to find me? I hadn't exactly written down my number when I was at DD.With clammy hands, I gripped my phone harder, afraid it would slip, and I'd drop it. Taking a shaky breath in, I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out."I can understand the confusion, and I know you have a lot of questions. Do you know what having a sponsor means?" He sounded calm and in control, and in this conversation, he had all the power. Which, to be honest, was fine by me; I was too dumbstruck to say anything."N-no." And fuck my voice for sounding so small, stammering like a damn insecure child."Well, it means that someone wants to sponsor your membership at Desire's Den for the first three months," he—Chris—explained.My brows scrunched up. "B-but why? What does that person get out of this?" Who in the hell would pay for my membership? A quick count in my head and I realized
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I stared at the mail longer than I would have liked to admit. It was so tempting to just accept, but was it really true what he had said? That I wouldn't be in any type of debt to anyone? If so, why should I say no?My mind was spinning, going over both pros and cons of agreeing to have a sponsor. It was a hell of a lot of money that someone would spend on me. That, in itself, was crazy, and I couldn't comprehend it. I was drowning in student loans, and now I might agree to get a hundred- and twenty-dollars' worth of membership? Bi-fucking-zarre.The prideful part of me was shaking inside, fighting to get out just to tell Chris, «Fuck no, I'll pass." But another part of me didn't want to do that. In other words, I was indecisive as all hell.Yeah, I would need some time to decide. And if I decided before the weekend, I could visit the club... I don't have work then, a small voice in my head whispered.Pushing it all to the side, I pressed play on the movie I was getting ready to watch
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Between serving the customers and getting verbal pushes from Kevin to accept the offer, the rest of the shift passed in a blur.As I walked back to my apartment, I reminded myself about the reason why I wanted to join a BDSM club in the first place. I craved so many things: The excitement, the pain with the pleasure and the loss of control– which for me, was the most intriguing one. I was hesitant in bed, always overthinking every move I made, wondering if I was good enough. It took all the pleasure away, and I couldn't enjoy myself. But by having someone else call the shots, I could let go in a way I haven't been able to do before.In a way, I was taking control by letting go of it.My mind was working overtime, trying to find out what I should say to Chris when I called him. It was even more nerve-wracking than when I was ordering takeout.Hi, Chris– Nope, I couldn't start the conversation like that.Mr. Cross, I would like to accept your offer. Was that too formal?Hi, It's Emily Fi
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I spent more money on clothes for the club than I probably should've. Black and sexy were mostly what the dress code mentioned, with suggestions to what it could be—everything from negligee, bustier, and garter belts to little black dresses.My wallet hurt from the shopping spree, but if I was going to the dungeon, I wanted to go all out. The worst thing for me was to stand out, so I made sure I wouldn't.Kevin was a huge help. Going into the stores, I was clueless and didn't know where to start. He, on the other hand, knew where to lead me and which lingerie to try on.Usually, I went for comfort over style with a cotton bra and cotton briefs. I haven't exactly had someone to dress up for in the bedroom in a good while, but those kinds of underwear wouldn't do in this situation.At the end of the evening, we took a bite to eat and just enjoyed each other's company. I had known Kevin for almost two years, ever since I got the job at Quick bite Queens Café. We had only hung out togethe
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