All Chapters of Club el Diablo: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Jewel walked over and sat on the couch. Matt gathered coffee, creamer, and sugar onto one of the trays from the cart. He carried it over and placed it on the side table. Using his leg, he pushed the ottoman closer.Stephon positioned himself slightly sideways so he faced her, and Matt knew it was hard for him not to gather her close. Matt was fighting the same impulse.Stephon spoke first, "We know this past week has been a whirlwind. We can't make you stay, but we're asking for the rest of the week and then the weekend. You've worked hard for years and made ends meet. It's one of the things we admire about you, but we have more money than we know what to do with, and over the next six days we don't want you thinking about anything but the three of us."Matt took her hand, rubbing her cool fingers gently. "You're an amazing dream come true, but we can't know if this will work unless we try. The money is nothing." He looked around the suite. "This is all because we were gifted with t

Her men walked her to work the next morning and stayed for breakfast, teasing her about the muffins she failed to make them during the week."If you bake some for us each morning, we'll be happy to give you a raise," Matt said after taking the last bite of banana walnut."You don't pay me anything." He was acting silly. She loved having them here, even if she had to divide her attention between them and several customers. With all their tattoos and bad boy looks, they fit in her environment, but she secretly pictured them in tuxedos, whirling her around a dance floor. She loved to dance, but hadn't done it since the motorcycle accident. She needed to ask them if they had moves, and knew there were a million things they still needed to learn about each other. Matt's easy-going personality was at complete odds with his rough exterior. Stephon's intense personality was right in line with his slight British accent and polished manners. She wanted to know them inside out and treasure them l

He called for a car, and watched her dress and gather a few of her personal items. They spoke little and both men watched her closely.Matt knew Stephon would never seriously hurt her. He had too much control of his inner demons, and when they got to be too much, he found relief in pain to his own body. Stephon needed to talk with her and place all his cards on the table, but Matt couldn't make him.They entered the suite and Stephon changed into workout clothes and left with little more than telling them he'd be a while. Jewel took a shower and Matt could only stand her crying for a few minutes before he joined her."Shh." He pulled her against his chest. "Talk to me."Her tears slowed. "I didn't mean to make him so angry." Her fingers bit into the skin of his back."He's not angry at you. Only himself.""But why?" She still didn't lift her head."He needs to talk to you about that. He would never harm you-redden your ass maybe, suffer through you squirming and sighing with a b

It was a Thursday night and they'd only brought her to the club once. She dressed in a black lace silky confection that hugged her curves and ended slightly above her ass cheeks, which remained uncovered due to her black thong. A black robe covered her decently until they walked into the club and she handed it to a short, heavyset woman at the front desk dressed in leather and chains. The club wasn't as refined as Damian's exclusive domain, but the people were friendly and welcomed her. Matt slipped a temporary collar on her neck so there was no doubt that she belonged to them. Stephon wore black jeans and an untucked white shirt open halfway down his chest. Matt was in a leather vest showing the ink on his chest and arms. He wore blue jeans that hugged his ass and thighs.Stephon's appointment was with a two-hundred and fifty pound Native American man named Master Joseph. He didn't wear a shirt; his overly defined muscles rippled with every movement he made. Jewel hadn't met him the

It hadn't gone well.No fucking joke.I couldn't get out of the building quickly enough.The car pulled away and I was thankful I wasn't driving. She looked so fucking good. Good enough to eat, and I swear I smelled her pussy when I walked into the office. I hadn't wanted to admit how much I'd missed her scent, the musky aroma that was all her-subtle herb, light vanilla, and something I couldn't place. Her pussy. Fuck, I was crazy.I could almost taste it on my lips. Yes, I missed her taste too. If I was completely honest, I missed everything about her. That's why I let her go. I was the worst sort of sadist. Cruel; finding enjoyment in humiliation and pain. And never had I enjoyed it as much as I did with the woman I just left trembling in her office. She relished it too. It was her hidden mental struggle I couldn't fix, and maybe it was my own insecurities as a man that made it impossible for me to open the steel door she slammed in my face. It hurt because Machala taught me to f