trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a
nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place
he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under
the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment,
they’re both running in opposite directions.
Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?
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empty table close to the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took
in the delicious sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.
mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking.
She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his
handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the
hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a
collar and leash waiting for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d
like to slip a blindfold on him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk
to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then
leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s dom or sub?
and looked straight into her eyes.
pussy. With her clit buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.
as his shoulders slumped.
A small dance floor held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other,
some half-naked. Doms occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes,
all taking their pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather
lounges watching. It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub
from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw
turning her face to kiss and bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands
held high above her head tied with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of
across the table. You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you
understand? I might have to punish you again.”
liking. He kissed her tenderly.
of appreciation escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control,
although she’d scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her
role in The Club was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping
newcomers. Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her
Sub whilst simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she
wielded. It suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the
choice to walk away.
was considered one of the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that
and pleasure. To Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a
niche there and never came back.
finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her
dress up around her waist, and her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin
scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.
enjoying your lovely pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to
lick it up and then I’ll think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing
my guest what a good girl you are?”
and thrust his tongue into her pussy.
expression on his face a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading
to the bar in the corner.
he’d ordered, then she too got up and walked away from that part of The Club
where sex soaked the air with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played
havoc with her own desires.
morning. He wanted to go out to the street market and call into the coffee shop
to buy fresh grounds, but he knew the reminder of being with Marissa there the
weekend before would hurt. He drove there and parked in the big flat lot at one
end of the High Street. Thoughts of Marissa teased him as he sat for a moment
in his car and assessed his feelings. She’d touched his heart and he knew it.
He sighed and thrust away the idea of calling into her place on the journey
home from the market. She doesn’t want
against the cool breeze, and after checking he’d locked his car, since his
thoughts drifted time and again to Marissa’s lovely face, he stalked off up the
street. He avoided the market stalls he and Marissa had stopped at the week
before, making straight for the farmers’ market section, where he bought two
different kinds of apples and a couple of large potatoes he knew could be put
in the oven and baked without him having to hassle around.
turned from the café end and ordered his usual Italian roast grounds, but then,
longing to recall Marissa as she gazed at him over the table they shared the
Saturday before, he glanced around—and there she was.
she was there. He paid for his coffee order, and drawn to Marissa’s table as if
by some invisible thread, Cade quickly walked over there.
call me. May I sit with you?” He croaked out the words as his heart flipped
about and the urge to pick her up, crush her to his body, and devastate her
with a kiss scared him with its ferocity.
to the floor. He sat down close to Marissa, but still facing her.
saucer. Her gaze riveted on the coffee in there.
her cloud of brown hair wisped around her heart-shaped face.
splatter of freckles across her nose. The tremble in her fingers, didn’t escape
Cade’s hungry observation. She’s nervous.
Is that because she likes me or thinks I’ll make a scene and wishes I’d leave?
He reached out and clasped her fingers in his.
Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing 2015
Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often
with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always
steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and
writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural
countryside around her home.
writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press
Eternal Press Secret Cravings Ra Jones Anthologies Side Street Cookie Publishing
has also released titles as an individual indie author.