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  Serena tried desperately to quell the frantic butterflies in her stomach as she fixed a mask of false bravado to her features. “I’m ready.” The words sounded forced to her ears and all but trembled on her lips.

  Aaron fixed her with an intense stare before he once again took her hand and tugged her towards the first window.

  Serena gasped at the scene that greeted her. A woman was naked but for a black collar around her neck and bound spread-eagled to a cross so her back was exposed. A heavyset man clad in black leather pants stood to one side brandishing a short-handled leather whip that had numerous fronds attached ending in knots. He ran the whip across the woman’s back and buttocks before he drew it back and sent it cracking across her flesh. The sound was loud in the otherwise silent room and Serena jumped in shock. Again and again the man struck the woman’s back until a zigzag pattern of welts criss-crossed her back and buttocks. At each strike the woman cried out and jerked against the binds that held her.

  Serena made to step back but Aaron was behind her, his arms on either side of her body, caging her against the glass. The feel of his strong chest pressed against her back had a calming effect on her and she started to relax against him. The stubble of his jaw brushed against her cheek as he leaned in to speak in her ear.

  “She is strapped to a Saint Andrew’s cross, so named after Saint Andrew who is said to have been martyred on one. Her Dom is striking her with a flogger. See how he doesn’t draw blood and is careful to place his blows evenly across her flesh?”

  “Is it very painful?” Serena whispered.

  “It can be, but most of the time it is a good pain, quite intense.”

  The woman’s cries turned to soft moans as she slumped weakly against her restraints. Her body glistened with perspiration, making the red welts on her flesh appear more vivid and somehow more obscene.

  Serena looked up at Aaron with trepidation. “Is she okay?”

  “She’s fine, baby. They have been in a D/s relationship for a long time and besides, everyone has a safe word. If she was in too much pain or discomfort she could have safeworded and her Dom would have stopped instantly. She looks like she’s in subspace. That’s a natural high that subs can get during a scene where they seem to disconnect from reality.” Aaron’s soft, seductive voice caressed her senses and Serena relaxed against him further, taking comfort in his strength and proximity.

  “Her Dom will take care of her now—just watch,” he instructed.

  Serena watched as the man rubbed oil all over the woman’s body, massaging and caressing her before undoing each of her restraints. When the woman was free of her bindings, she slumped against him as he lifted her and carried her over to a padded bench. He sat with her on his lap, bracing one arm behind her back while with the other he massaged her legs, running his oiled hand up one leg and then the other before doing the same with each of her arms. In response to his continued ministrations the woman started once again to moan. She threw her head back and the look of supreme satisfaction and bliss that suffused her features took Serena’s breath away.

  The man ran his hand up the woman’s leg until he reached the apex between her thighs, where he pushed one, then two, fingers into her pussy. The woman groaned loudly and thrust her hips against the man’s hand. He plunged his fingers in and out of her before his mouth descended on one of her nipples and he took the taut bud between his teeth and tugged hard. The woman cried out and thrust her breast into his mouth while she pumped her hips into his hand. Suddenly she jerked wildly on his lap as she climaxed in spectacular fashion, pulling a fistful of his hair as she shuddered in release.

  With a low growl the man picked the woman up and spun her around until she straddled him on the bench. He reached between them and freed his erect cock from the confines of his leather pants. Grasping the woman’s hips, he yanked her down hard until he impaled her completely.

  Serena gasped at the brutal and erotic display. She was completely spellbound and aroused—in fact, she had never been so turned on. Dampness seeped between her thighs as a deep, throbbing ache started low in her belly. Aaron leant forward, caging her body closer, and sniffed the air. She clamped her thighs together in mortification and tried to struggle out of his iron hold, but he banded a thick, muscular arm around her waist and spun her around to face him. He grasped her ponytail with his free hand and tugged her head back so she could meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and smouldering with lust and his pupils were dilated as he dipped his mouth to hers.

  “I can smell your arousal,” he whispered against her lips. “Such a sweet scent, it makes me wild to taste you.”

  Serena flushed at his provocative words and wriggled in his grasp, but she was immobilised, pressed hard against his body so she could feel his arousal, rigid and thick against her belly. Aaron’s lips hovered over hers before he licked the seam of her mouth, gently demanding access. Serena moaned, allowing him entry. His tongue plunged into the wet recesses of her mouth as he crushed her body hard against his in a dominant display of possessiveness.

  His lips seared hers, branding her and marking her as his. Serena sighed and melted into his kiss, her limbs suddenly feeling limp and boneless against his powerful masculinity. He tightened his hold on her, supporting her weight, keeping one arm banded tight around her waist while he wrapped her ponytail around the wrist of his other to keep her head in place while he plundered her mouth. The sounds of frantic sex and skin slapping skin drifted to them from the speakers, reminding her of what was happening in the next room and heightening her arousal to throbbing, painful proportions. Aaron pulled away from the kiss and ran his stubbled jaw along her cheek until his lips were at her ear.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he rasped, his breath ragged and hot against her skin. “But tonight we will just watch, even if it kills me.”

  He bit the lobe of her ear, making Serena gasp and sending a white-hot flame of desire directly to her pussy. Straightening, he loosened his hold on her and massaged her scalp where he had been grasping her hair.

  Everything about him was intoxicating—his delicious spicy scent, his deep voice, gorgeous looks and powerful, muscular body. He was swooningly male and Serena swayed against him, trying to regain her equilibrium.

  He chuckled and steadied her before dropping a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

  “Come, angel, I have something else to show you,” he said, taking her hand, once again in control and his impassive mask once more in place.

  Chapter Four

  Aaron was trying to decide whether taking Serena to the next dungeon was a good idea. His cock was so hard it was painful and he knew that the sensation was only going to get worse once he witnessed what was happening in the next room. Having Serena next to him would only make matters more unbearable, but he was determined to push her buttons and show her some of the more erotic BDSM scenes. Plus he wanted—no, needed—to see her reaction to such raw, sexual exploits.

  They arrived outside the next dungeon and he turned to face her, then tugged her against him.

  “You can leave whenever you want to, baby—just remember that,” he said, keeping his voice low and reassuring as he skimmed his hands down her back to grasp her backside. He pulled her tighter against him so he could feel her softness against the hard length of his arousal. He couldn’t help the groan that left his throat before he spun her around to face the window and switched the speaker on.

  This time instead of stepping away from the window she stepped towards it. Aaron watched as her breathing quickened and the pulse in her neck fluttered, giving him the sudden urge to lean over and lick it.

  He turned from watching Serena and gazed through the window at the scene playing out. Instantly and what seemed impossibly to him, his cock lengthened and thickened to the point where he thought that he would burst.

  Two naked women and two naked men were locked in a sexual tangle. One woman was lying on a padded bench. A man was straddling her head and shoving his
thick cock in and out of her mouth, grasping her hair as he did so to manipulate the angle of his thrusts. A woman was bent between the other woman’s spread legs, lapping at her pussy greedily while another man thrust in and out of her from behind. His sheathed cock glistened with the woman’s juices and he grasped her hips tightly as he plunged in and out of her, each of his rough inward thrusts pushing the woman’s face harder into the other’s cunt. Grunts and groans mingled with the wet sounds of licking and sucking and drifted around Serena and Aaron with a disembodied echo.

  Aaron glanced at Serena. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and the pulse in her neck was beating frantically as her breath came in soft pants. He couldn’t contain himself any longer—he moved directly behind her and pushed her gently towards the window, enveloping her with his strength, his arms either side of her body and resting on the window ledge. He bent his head towards the beating pulse in her neck and licked the soft, throbbing skin. She jumped slightly at the unexpected contact then moved her head to the side to grant him better access to her neck. He nuzzled her, licking then sucking at her thrumming pulse. She moaned low in her throat, the sound mingling with the sounds of sex coming through the speaker to drive him wild. He pushed against her harder, grinding his hips against the soft pillows of her backside.

  “Have you ever seen anything like this, baby?” he asked, his mouth brushing against her cheek.

  “No, never,” she mumbled, not taking her eyes off the scene before them.

  Out of the corner of his eye Aaron saw a Domme join the foursome in the dungeon. She was dressed in a black latex cat suit with knee-length skyscraper boots. She stood directly behind the thrusting male, watching as he plunged his cock in and out of the woman’s pussy. The Domme grabbed one of his pumping butt cheeks and caressed it, running a gloved hand in soft concentric circles. He threw his head back towards her and she grabbed his hair with her free hand and tugged roughly until she could plant a wet kiss on his mouth. She released his hair and, stepping back, brought her arm up, then down on his backside with a loud crack.

  The man jerked forward, slamming hard into the woman he was fucking. The Domme brought her hand back again and slapped him hard a second time, the sound of the strike ringing loudly through the speaker. The slap sent the man over the edge and he came with a loud roar, thrusting hard into his partner until she shuddered and cried out in obvious ecstasy. The other man and woman followed in quick succession like sexual dominoes, the man shooting his load into the open mouth of the writhing woman beneath him as she cried out in pleasure.

  Aaron was still as hard as a rock and Serena’s scent was driving him crazy, but he would have to wait until he got home to relieve that tension. He was happy—no, overjoyed—that she hadn’t run and that she had obviously found what she had witnessed that evening exciting. The thought filled him with the sweetest anticipation.

  Chapter Five

  It was Saturday night, the night after her first visit to Club Erebus, and Serena was dressing for her next visit to the kink club.

  She had spent the day with Aaron. They had met for brunch then taken a walk in Central Park together and spent the afternoon with cheese and biscuits and a bottle of champagne that Aaron had brought. It was all very normal and innocent. They hadn’t even shared a kiss, just a chaste peck on the cheek in greeting and goodbye. Serena knew what Aaron was doing—he was trying to gain her trust, which was ironic considering what her underhanded agenda actually was. The thought of her duplicity sent a pang of guilt through her but she quickly pushed it aside. She was a journalist, after all, and sometimes one had to do devious things in order to get a story.

  She had come to the realisation that she liked Aaron—he was charming, handsome and she suspected had quite a successful career in banking, although he had been vague as to specifics. At thirty-six he was twelve years older than she, but she had always been attracted to older men, and he was so confident and comfortable in his own skin that he just oozed sex appeal. He had a cool, dominant and wholly male demeanour that excited her like no other man had.

  Shaking herself out of her reverie, she stood back and studied her reflection critically in the mirror. She had donned a long white chiffon gown that was virtually transparent. Before they had parted earlier that day Aaron had given her a package and instructions to wear the contents that evening. Looking at herself now, almost naked save for the filmy fabric, brought all her previous nervousness bubbling to the surface. She supposed that the point was for her not to wear underwear, but she couldn’t go that far, so instead she had donned flesh-coloured bra and panties which at least covered her private parts but were not obvious—she was happy with the result.

  He had told her not to wear makeup and to leave her hair down so she had washed and dried it and it now fell in a thick blanket past her shoulders. The only other beauty routine she could perform was to apply lightly scented moisturiser liberally to her face and body. She was pleased that she had had her legs and bikini line waxed recently, although she was unsure as to whether or not she would become so intimate with Aaron that it would even matter.

  She studied her reflection a moment longer and concluded that she looked too much like she was ready for bed. At the last minute she decided to disobey her orders and applied mascara and lipstick—after all, she never left the house without mascara as her blonde colouring made her look too washed out. A moment later she heard the toot of a horn indicating that the car that Aaron had sent for her had arrived. She donned a long trenchcoat and strappy heels—another attempt at warding off the ‘ready for bed’ look—and after grabbing her handbag, she left her apartment.

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  Aaron was waiting for her when she arrived at Club Erebus. His hair was artfully dishevelled and he was dressed totally in black—jeans, boots and stylish button-up shirt, rolled at the sleeves to reveal tanned, powerful forearms, the effect producing a hot dichotomy of biker meets banker. She stood still, drinking in the sight of him—he reminded her of a dark Ryan Gosling and the realisation sent a shudder through her. She imagined how he would look dressed in a conservative business suit, muscled chest encased in a button-up business shirt and those long legs in smartly creased pants, and she almost swooned. Seeing him again made the events of the previous evening come rushing back to the forefront of her consciousness and she hesitated in uncertainty.

  Seeing her hesitation, Aaron stepped towards her and grasped her around the waist. “You’re not running, baby. Now I have you here I’m not letting you go,” he murmured. He stepped away from her and held her at arm’s length, studying her critically. “You’re wearing underwear and makeup,” he said sternly. “You disobeyed me.”

  “You didn’t say anything about not wearing underwear, it looked obscene without and I never leave the house without mascara.”

  “I wanted you like that. I don’t give instructions for my own amusement. I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me,” he said, his voice ominously low.

  Serena’s insides clenched deliciously at his words and she wondered with mounting excitement and trepidation exactly what her punishment would entail.

  Once inside Aaron led Serena to a private booth then demanded that she remove her underwear.

  “What? Here?”

  “Yes. Here, now,” he growled.

  She looked about her at the people dotted around the club and noticed with relief that no one was paying them any attention. Quickly, she undid her bra and slid the straps down each arm before slipping the garment off through the front of her gown, then standing, she pushed her panties down her legs. Aaron picked up her discarded underwear and placed it into her handbag before locking it into a safe box that was built into the booth.

  “Stand over there,” he instructed, pointing to an area a foot away that was dimly illuminated by a floor light. Serena followed his direction and stood over the light, expecting that her gown now left nothing to the imagination.

  Aaron stared at her intently, his eyes dark an
d smouldering as they studied every inch of her body until she squirmed in discomfort.

  “You are beautiful,” he breathed, “like an angel.” Standing, he joined her and took her hand. “Come,” he said, tugging her behind him as he headed towards the dungeons.

  Aaron led her into one of the dungeons and closed the door.

  “I’m going to spank you for disobeying me. You have to think of a safe word, baby. When you say the safe word I will stop what I am doing immediately. Whatever we are doing will cease, do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” he growled.

  Serena looked at him in confusion for a moment before she realised what he expected of her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

  “Good girl, now what is your safe word?”

  “Popcorn,” she blurted.

  Aaron raised an eyebrow in amusement but said nothing as he led her over to a padded bench where he sat down.

  “I’m going to go easy on you tonight. I’m just going to spank you with my hand,” he explained as he held his palm up.

  Before she could respond, he snatched her left arm and tugged hard so that she fell over his lap. He was so large and his legs so muscular that she felt like a child. In fact, given what he was just about to do to her the feeling was quite appropriate. He settled his right leg over the backs of her thighs to hold her in place and pulled her gown up so it bunched around her waist. Serena wriggled in mortification, the child analogy seeming suddenly too real, and tried to struggle out of his lap.

  “Keep still,” he growled as he settled his left hand in the small of her back, pressing her hard into his thighs.

  “I think we’ll start with fifteen,” he declared just as Serena felt a sharp sting when his hand connected hard with her backside. The sensation was shocking and sent an intense vibration through her. She gasped and squirmed beneath his grasp, but he only held her tighter, his leg contracting over her thighs so that she was totally immobilised. His hand caressed tenderly, almost lovingly over her flesh before she felt his hand connect again with a loud smack on the opposite cheek.