Page 1 of Rebellion

The Club King

If ever I owned a sexclub it would be the opposite of where I was standing right now.

The Asylum was dark. Not just because of the low lighting that hid all manner of erotic pleasures, like flogging, fellatio, and fucking, but because this was where I’d come to commit my own sins.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not without Gray.

Dios Mio, that man knew how to push my buttons. The ones that felt good and the ones that drove me to the edge of insanity. That’s what standing three feet inside the doors to the most exclusive kink club in the city was... insane.

All because I’d thrown a fit.

Orgasm denial would do that to a woman.

The club was filled to the brim tonight and there were more than a few eyes on me. I cocked one hip and raised an eyebrow challenging anyone who glanced my way. Thank goodness I had six foot three of tall, dark, and handsome with me for backup. Dominic was sure to be snarling at any man who stared for too long. He was not here to be my play partner this time. If ever a man was suited for the job of bodyguard slash bouncer, it was this giant, cranky pants African warrior. His face screamed “Grrr” from the second we walked in.

A good way to start my Dominatrix persona.

I had to remind myself that’s why we were here. I wanted to learn everything I could about the BDSM lifestyle that had already set me free. To be a true Domme sounded like a lot of fun.

Even if I had ulterior motives.

Operation Get To Gray was a go.

Step one was to find a Dominatrix who would at least talk to me about the lifestyle if not train me. If I couldn’t make my own connections then I’d find Foster Bennett, the owner of The Asylum. The club king.

I didn’t really want to do that. Or even be here. I wanted to be in Gray’s bed, under his command. Under him.

I also needed to be my own person, not let someone else control my life.

I hadn’t known until recently that I even could be independent. I’d gone from my father controlling everything in my life, to my fiancé. It was too easy to let Gray be the next man to make my decisions for me.

He was the only one who’d ever encouraged me to rebel from my upper east side existence.

Just in time too. The country club trophy wife life had made me depressed, taken every shred of self-confidence, and turned me into an obedient zombie.

I was a bit drunk on my newfound freedoms. Maybe, just maybe, I’d taken the rebellion a little too far tonight.

I might not have, if Gray would let me in. Even a little. It hurt that I was ready to give everything to him and he kept telling me I wasn’t ready.

I was ready the first day I met him.

That was a lie. He’d intimidated the hell out of me back then. The way he’d flirted with me in my father’s office when he’d thought I was a secretary, turning me into a pile of lusty goo for him. No one had ever looked at me the way he had.

I was getting a lot of looks from some super creepy dudes though. If I wanted, we could probably retreat to the safety of Gray’s private seating area. It was one of the only empty places in the club. His VIP status guaranteed no one else would touch me if I decided to retreat there.

“Angelina.” Jim, Gray’s friend and also a bodyguard, approached us. “You’re looking fine tonight. Where’s that asshole of yours, Baker?”

He glanced toward the door and frowned. “Oh fuck. Tell me you didn’t come here without him.”

I crossed my arms. “Fine. I won’t tell you that.”

Jim ran a hand over his shaved head and glanced to his own private area. A woman was there bent over his spanking bench, waiting for him. Her ass cheeks were already pink which meant he’d stopped his own scene to come check in on me. Great.

“You’d better come with me, chickadee. Before someone else notices you’re alone.”

Por el amor de Cristo. Did I have scared little virgin written across my forehead?

No. No, I didn’t.

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