Chapter One
“If you need anything, I’m John.” The tall man who had just finished briefing them offered them a crooked smile.
Her sister’s gaze traveled up and down the man. “I will remember that, John.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Elahn quickly gave the man their pass so they could enter, before her sister asked the monitor to cuff her to the closest thing and play with her. Something she knew about her sister was that Amanda was a tough cop, but she willingly submitted in her off-duty time.
The man strutted away to check on other patrons in the place.
“I can’t believe we actually got in here.” Elahn stared around Paradis and felt her heart racing with excitement. This New York Club was exclusive and no just anyone could get in.
“I know, Elahn. Decklan really came through.” Amanda her sister had worked with Decklan Dare for years on the force in New York.
“Must be nice to have coworker with connections to club owners.” She bumped her sister’s shoulder teasing her. “And I have you to take me as your plus one.”
Their family wasn’t like the Dare Clan. Decklan’s brother Gabe owned the number one club in New York and another in Vegas and their cousin’s commandeered Florida owning Football teams and other organizations. She and Amanda were from a small family in a small North Carolina town that was North East of Charlotte. The only thing going for High Point, North Carolina was the college and the fact they were the furniture capital of the country. Amanda had always wanted to be in law enforcement. After her sister completed a degree in criminal justice she moved to the Big Apple and took a job.
Elahn went south for college in Florida and stayed, opening a catering business in Plantation, a suburb outside of Miami. The Brazelton sisters were opposite as night and day, however, they had one thing in common, they enjoyed their decadence dark.
“I am so looking forward to this night.” Amanda glanced around at the few public scenes on the first floor of the Manhattan East Side townhouse. The place was expansive, with several floors and a basement level.
“I can’t wait to tell Olivia I was here.” She and Olivia Dare had met in college and became friends. Over the years, Elahn had met a few of the Florida Dares at different events.
“That’s right, aren’t you catering her birthday party?” Amanda led the way toward the bar. Her sister was dressed in a dark grey romper that laced up the front from below her button to collarbone. Between the satin crossing her bare skin was revealed.
Elahn on the other hand wore a simple strapless, short black leather dress with a zipper that went from top to bottom. “Yes, her sister Avery contacted me about catering it.”
“One club soda with lime and a cola with cherries.” Amanda ordered for both before turning and leaning her back against the bar. John had told them there was a one alcohol drink minimum, but she and Amanda never took clubs up on the alcohol offer. “I’m really proud of you, Elahn. Your business is really taking off this year.”
“Only because I have good friends.” Elahn had considered changing her career at the start of the year. Owning and running a small catering business in a who’s who place like Miami wasn’t easy. Especially after a break up with Chris Patten, a Miami golden child, whose parent’s owned three exclusive country clubs and golf courses.
Elahn gratefully took the cherry infused soda from her sister then gulped, allowing the fiery burn over her tongue and the back of her throat. She really couldn’t call what happened to Chris a break up; especially when according to him they weren’t serious or exclusive. Not to mention he’d never told his parents the truth about them, even after three years. She had been his dirty little secret.
“No. It was because of your tenacity and hard work.”
“Thanks to Chris’s mom black balling me, I had to have.” Elahn sighed and tried to focus on where she was now, not her life over a year ago.
“He was a fucking ass. We are not going to waste a single moment on him. Definitely not while we are standing inside of Paradis.”
A couple guys passed and gave her and her sister glances of interest. She and Amanda smiled but didn’t offer any signals that invited them over. Respecting their choices, the men continued mingling.
Elahn didn’t want to agree to play with anyone until she’d seen all this place had to offer. “True.”
“So, what do you say about us going to the basement and seeing what is going on.”
This level was more social, people were in small groups talking with drinks. She recalled John telling them that the more darker impact play was downstairs. That was Amanda’s thing.
“No. You go ahead, I know how much you are looking forward to it.” Elahn finished her tumbler of cola and set it back on the bar. “I have my phone on sleep mode, but your numbers on alert and will ring if you call.”
“Same here.” Amanda patted her purse as she set her half-consumed club soda down on a passing attendants tray. “I’m sure you will be ready before I am,” Amanda teased as she spotted a deep-ebony skinned black man, who had to be at least six five, headed to the basement stairs.
“Well, have fun. Keep it safe.” She stretched up a little and kissed her taller sister’s cheek.
“Sane and consensual.” Amanda winked at her before she darted through the crowd after the man.
Elahn went in the opposite direction and followed behind a trio in leather. Well, except the one male that was only in a thong and sporting a collar with a leash that the woman in the group held.
At the second floor they broke off. Elahn continued, knowing where and what she was looking for. It had taken her a few years to come to grips with what her kink was and not be ashamed about it. Chris thought she was weird and felt uncomfortable even having a conversation about going to a local BDSM club with her. So, she went alone, but left unsatisfied a lot, because she never trusted anyone enough to ask for what she wanted. No man had come close to figuring out what she needed either.
She knew BDSM wasn’t a mind reading lifestyle, even for those that practiced it 24/7. However, she wanted to be with a guy in a committed relationship that she could be open about her kink. Frustrated, was what she had been with Chris. Not sexually, because when he found the time to be with her, he wanted sex. For her, it was more than just having an orgasm, she could give that to herself, more than once in a session. It was that completeness.
Something she knew would only come with a man that really understood her.
At the second to the last floor, she felt the chills race up her arms as she stared at the line of doors. She began to walk along the hall and noticed that there were openings beside each door that was a sort of antechamber where people could observe. She continued, beginning to become a little frustrated by the number of people in the viewing area as well as not really finding something she was interested in.
Just when she was going to turn around and head back downstairs and find her sister, she spotted Jon coming up some back stairs.
“Erembour, right?” he addressed her by the scene name she’d given him at the entrance.
“Yes. You have a great memory.”
He came closer to her and smiled. “When it comes to Paradis, I have to stay sharp.”
“I suppose so.” She rubbed her arm and glanced back toward the other rooms, thinking maybe she should give them a chance before going to something else.
“You look a little disappointed.” He lightly touched her arm, ceasing her action. “That’s a look I don’t like to commit to memory when it comes to this place. Can I help you find something?”
She bit the side of her lip, never having simply come out to a stranger and told them what she wanted to see. Even people close to her didn’t know. John though, he heard all kinds of things for a living. “Um, I was looking for something more intimate and a more private place to watch.”
“Ah.” He nodded. It was clear in his eyes, he understood her veiled message.
“Paradis tries to cater to most kinks. If you don’t see it, we will try and make it happen for our guests and members.” He led her passed the last door. “Your desire is already in play.” Not too far from the stairs, he’d just come up, John placed his palm on the wall and gave it a hard push.
A door popped open.
“A secret hallway,” she gasped. She could feel her heartrate pick up, it was practically slamming into her chest with each heartbeat.
“As you see on the inside there is a soft green light, so you can just push that when you’re ready to leave.”
“Okay.” She went in.
“Just keep going and I believe you’ll find what you’re looking for in a few feet.”
“Thank you.” Trusting him, she moved along the dark path, keeping a hand on the wall to help give her comfort. With the panel closed it became very dim.
She felt a corner and went left slightly and then she saw it. A small window with a view of a room. Stepping closer to it, she didn’t care about the shadows around her, just the fact that she was able to enjoy what was before her without so many others around.
In the room, was a man dressed in tight leather pants that didn’t leave anything to the imagination. He stood on the side of the bed where a woman lay on her stomach, sprawled and tied to the four bedposts. The woman was nude. Her pale ass was already blushing from the swats she must have received from the paddle in her partners hand. At the moment, he was talking to her and touching the inside of one of her thighs.
In a quick gesture, Elahn didn’t see coming and she was sure the woman didn’t expect by her scream as the paddle struck one of her cheeks.
Elahn gasped. Heat blazed between her thighs and her nipples drew tight. She glided a hand over her collarbone and continued to watch. Oh, yes, this was a large part of her kink. She was a voyeur.
Not the kind that went to people’s homes and peeped at them unknowingly. No, she liked clubs, such as this one, where people knew they were being watched. However, she liked to be in the shadows. Maybe it was because when she was in college, she went home with her roommate and that friend’s older brother, by three years, had a thing for her. Nothing ever happened, but one day Elahn had walked into their pool house to change. The room was cool and dim, but not too dark that she didn’t see Randy, her roommate’s brother, masturbating.
At first, she apologized and began to leave. “Want to watch me?”
She wasn’t sure if it was the bold, confidence in his voice or her deep-seated curiosity, but she stayed. Standing in the corner with her back against the wall, no longer in his view, but able to see his actions as he pleasured himself. It didn’t take him long to finish. Years later, she realized he probably got off by her watching him—an exhibitionist. After he’d cleaned up, he winked at her. “Let me know, if you want to join me.”
She’d kept silent. When he left, she locked the door behind him and satisfied herself. She had never come so hard, by her own hand. They orchestrated two other meet ups that week. Those ending in the same way.
Over the years, she learned that she didn’t want to be involved in any way with the people in the scenes she watched. Neither did it do anything for her to watch her own boyfriend beat-off. She needed to keep herself apart from it all, except the viewing.
Chris had called her twisted and refused to go with her to the few clubs where she held a membership. Even though he was an avid porn watcher, usually before or during them having sex. He liked to compete with the guy on screen. Most of the time, she found herself feeling like an object beneath him, no better than a blow-up doll. If the actress screamed in the movie than he wanted Elahn to scream louder.
Keeping her focus on the couple before her, she coasted a hand over her bodice. She stroked her nipple lightly and pressed her thighs together, enjoying the electric pulse rolling through her body.
The intimacy of the couple added to her enjoyment. Even though they were aware they could be watched, it was just the two of them. No games, no show, no over dramatics.
There was a building urge for her to touch herself, get herself off, but she fought it. If she had to give herself pleasure, she liked to wait until the people had finished.
She lost track of time as she watched them, barely grazing a hand over her nipples or along the edge of her dress to caress her thighs. The woman was now untied, on her knees with the man riding her from behind. Elahn felt breathless as she watched their expressions, the touches and kisses they shared.
“There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman aroused at what she sees.”
Elahn’s heart stopped at the deep timber behind her. She turned and spotted a silhouette of a man behind her. A first she thought maybe it was John, but the voice didn’t match.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. I thought I was alone.”
“You were. I guess you were involved in your watching and didn’t hear me come in.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks felt as heated as her sex, in the dim room. To know she was now the watched made her nervous. “Do you want to be alone?”
She didn’t want to leave and still felt on edge with arousal. If she didn’t get relief soon, she’d be agitated for the rest of the night.
“No. Do you?” The man moved closer to the window, closer to her and she could see him a little clearer.
Damn, to say that man had broad shoulders was a lie with just the thought. His chest and shoulders were broad and wide. A man had to work out a lot to have such a span. The rest of his body was in shadows, and the fact he wore all black didn’t help either. She could tell that he was tall, because they almost stood eye to eye with the four-inch stilettos she was wearing. If not for the heels, he would tower over her. Besides his impressive body, it was the man’s face that captivated her. His had a strong jawline, a broad nose and deep-set piercing eyes. She wanted to pull her phone out of her purse and see what color they were.
She thought about his question. “I’m not sure.” Her first instinct was to say yes, she wanted to be alone. She’d spent her adult life enjoying her kink by herself. However, there was a different feeling stirring inside of her as she thought about this man being here watching the scene, watching her…with her.
“Maybe the fact you are unsure is telling in itself.” He stepped closer, his body not touching hers.
He smelled so damn good. There was a heady spice to him, rich and earthy. She wanted to lean in and take in more.
“What do you mean?” She wasn’t stupid. It was easy to grasp what he was saying, however, she needed him to say it. Put words to her deepest, darkest desire.
Reaching up, he touched her. He dragged one callused finger over the swell of her breast above the dress, until he got to the gap between her breasts and dipped into her dress. Bold in his caress, he stroked that area.
Oh, hell…am I trembling? Yes, her body was starting to quiver, and her nipples were drawn so tight, anxious for him to touch them.
“I think you want just what I’m doing.” He leaned in and placed his lips right next to her ear and whispered. “You want someone to let you watch your fill. Let you get turned on in your voyeurism and touch you, please you… In the dark.”
As he spoke, that single rough finger continued to graze the sensitive spot.
She wanted to beg, for so many things her head was spinning.
Yes, her mind screamed.
“I dare you to tell me I’m wrong and I’ll go.”
His warm breath along the shell of her ear caused a riot in her body.
Did she dare tell such a bold-faced lie? No. “You’re not wrong.” Like the cool winds proceeding a thunder storm on a hot summer day, she felt relief wash over her. Admitting the truth.
“Turn around,” he commanded. “Watch.”
Without question, or hesitance, she obeyed. He was no longer touching her, and she felt dejected a little. She liked his rough touch. So very different than the soft, pampered hands of her ex.
Returning her attention to the couple, but completely aware of the big male’s warmth along her back, she took in the scene. The couple had moved. They were now seated on the side of the bed, the lady straddling her partner and they were kissing, deep and passionate. The woman was moaning and undulating against the man.
Elahn’s skin felt electric. If not for the guy behind her, she would have reached under her skirt and touched herself.
Then she didn’t have to. A strong wide hand, was moving up the inside of her thighs.
Instinct made her clench her legs together, trapping his hand at her apex.
The smack on the outside of one of her thighs shocked her.
“Open them.”
She did. The throb of the sting was brief, but the heat and excitement that journeyed up her leg and to her core were not.
“Wider,” he barked.
Taking a large step out, she parted her feet and gave her intense stranger more room.
He grasped his advantage and cupped her sex.
When his broad hand squeezed, she whimpered.
“Your panties are soaked.” He found her clit and circled it through the material. “This room has been filled with the scent of your arousal since I walked in.”
She felt a little embarrassed hearing that someone else knew how turned on she became watching. “The couple is very exciting. Most people would get a little turned on.” Her voice quivered as she tried to explain.
“It’s okay, angel-mine.” He licked the side of her neck and pressed closer. “You can enjoy it.”
As a grown woman, she knew she didn’t need his permission, or anyone else’s, to enjoy something consensual. The validation and liberation his words offered, elevated her desire.
“Okay.”
The metallic sound of her zipper being lowered caused shivers to race along her spine.
He only opened her dress up enough to fit one of his hands inside and cup a breast. His large hand palmed her, and massaged the small weight.
She hadn’t been blessed in the boob department, like Amanda. Elahn’s breasts weren’t tiny, but they wouldn’t cause a man to look twice.
His fingers took hold of her nipple and pinched.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip in an attempt not to scream. The sharp pain, hurt just enough to make her want to feel it again. Like voyeurism, rough sex that just crossed the edge of pain was her other kink.
She wasn’t the only one turned on, she could feel the hard imprint of his cock against her lower back.
“Did you like that?” He nipped along the curve of her shoulder.
“Yes.” She was moving fast past the point of no return.
“Want more?” He pinched again, this time holding it a few seconds longer.
“Ah,” she cried. “More.”
The hand that still stroked her sex breached the edge of her panties. Now, he was touching her right where she wanted him. Up and down her wetness, he worked her body, but never touched her clit.
It frustrated her. Closing her eyes, she tried to lower her irritation. Was he going to make me ask for it? Just when she was ready to scream, he growled into her ear.
“Open, your eyes, angel-mine.”
Her lips popped open on command. The couple was on the bed, holding and caressing each other. They must have finished, but she’d been so wrapped up in the man with her, that she hadn’t seen.
Then she didn’t care what was going on as her intense stranger squeezed her other nipple and her clit at the same time. She came. Without preamble, without any warning or swelling building up racing toward the goal.
It was his strong arms hold her tight against his tall frame that kept her on her feet as she shattered into a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
She was making a slow glide back to sanity. The orgasm had been better than every time she’d pleased herself. Her need at abated, but wasn’t gone.
“I want you,” he confessed. “I want to fuck you right here, now.”
He was no longer pinching her body, but still he fondled her. She thought of his words for the second time that night. At this moment, she’d already gone further than ever before. He was breaking all her rules. No, inventing new ones.
They stood there, together in the silence and dimness for long moments.
“If it isn’t what you want, I’ll go.” His arms started to slacken.
Even with the small fraction of space, she felt deprived. It didn’t make since, but so far nothing with this man tonight did.
“No. I want you.”
He stopped pulling away. “You sure? There’s nothing slow and gentle about how I want you right now.”
There wasn’t really a need for him to tell her that, his foreplay had clued her into the fact he played rough and hard.
“Perfect.”
His hands gripped her hips. “What’s your name?”
“Elahn.” She could have given him a false name or even told him she was Erembour, her scene name, but maybe because he had read her so well, she wanted some part of this to be real.
“Take your panties off, Elahn,” he demanded.
The way he said her name, touched a place deep inside of her and made her ache, yearn. There was nothing more. It was just this moment, this night. In the morning she was on the flight back to reality.
His warmth was removed, and she missed him.
Teetering on her heels she worked her undergarment down her legs, still shaky from her amazing climax.
The sound of his zipper being lowered was followed by the crinkle of foil. That pleased her. She had a condom in her purse always. Not because she found herself sleeping around, never, but her ex had a strict condom policy. So, she learned to be prepared.
Right now, she maybe horny, but she wasn’t an idiot when it came to her safety.
She started to turn and face him.
“No. Hands on the glass.” He took hold of her hips, guided her into the position he wanted.
“I wish I could see you, open and ready for me.” His words were heavy and in some way more intense than all the things he had done to her.
“Me too.” She didn’t just mean his body she wanted to see, but him. This man who had seen more of her, her desires, in this dimly lit room than any of her boyfriends she had dated long term. She shook the emotion away. “Take me…” She was unsure what to call him.
“Jared. My name is Jared.”
That didn’t sound like a scene name, she was glad.
The broad head of his cock glided up and down her sex. She whimpered and pressed against it, practically begging. She needed this, needed him.
“Please,” she couldn’t hold back.
“My pleasure.” Then he was pushing forward, into her.
For a moment, as her walls gave, allowed in his thick shaft, she questioned her reasoning behind having sex with a guy when she hadn’t seen his size.
“Oh, hellll…yes!” she screamed. The man was longer and wider than she could have anticipated, but oh so delicious. He worked his length in and out of her, stretching her pussy and make it confirm to him.
“So, fucking tight and wet.” In and out he thrust with a steady slow pace.
By the time he was buried deep in her core, she was on the verge of coming again. His girth allowed him to stroke every right place in her sex and invent new ones.
He squeezed her ass. “You okay, angel-mine?” He started to pull out. “Should I stop?”
Glancing back at his obscured features, she told him, “If you do, I just may die.”
If ever there was a moment a woman could die of unrequited pleasure, this would be it.
He chuckled.
She smiled, liking the sound. “Fuck me now, Jared, hard.” She didn’t want him to think that she couldn’t take all he had to give.
Smack. Smack.
“Remember I give the commands.”
Her ass stung. The heated spanks on her backside lit a match to her arousal. The desire his entrance had ignited was blazing strong. She was going to come, soon.
Never in her life had she foght to stave off an orgasm. This one she didn’t want to come too fast, she didn’t want to disappear into the abyss of ecstasy. No, she wanted to stay right her, in this moment with this man.
Don’t stop. She rolled both her lips into her mouth and bit down to keep from letting those words fly. He was in charge and she loved it.
However, she tilted her chest lower, arched her hips up and rotated against him. She kept pace with him, begging for more with her body. The wet slapping of their passion echoed in the small area.
Jared slammed into her with vigor, driving fast and deep making her cry out her pleasure. She was surprised the windowpane beneath her palm didn’t shatter from the exquisite force of his thrust, but it held.
His hands slipped up her back and around her body. He gripped her loose bodice and yanked it down, freeing her breasts.
Her small boobs jiggled, bounced in rhythm with his pounding. When he cupped them in his large hands, then pinched the tips she was lost. Her channel clamped tight around him. The edge of pain his thick shaft caused, combined with the smarting in her nipples shredded the wall of her restraint.
She was coming.
He growled, still thrusting through.
Her hands slipped, and her knees gave out. Only the big, strong arms holding her tight kept her from falling to the floor.
He held her pressed to his chest, as he pushed on toward his own ending.
His coarse groan filled her ears. He gave one final thrust inside of her and quaked, finding his release.
She struggled to breath, as they stayed frozen in the moment.
Jared’s labored breathing a duet to hers.
When her quivers subsided enough for her to stand on her own two feet, he pulled away.
There was a gnawing emptiness to her sex. Tomorrow she would feel it, hell she was feeling the soreness now. Biting off the whimper of discomfort, she righted her body then her dress. She was missing one essential item, but it was too dark around the floor for her to look for them.
She could hear him adjusting his own clothing.
“This is a little backwards, but how about dinner tomorrow, Elahn?”
Man, she wanted to say yes. “I can’t.”
“Other obligations?” There was a bite to his words.
“If you mean, do I have a boyfriend or husband. I wouldn’t have had sex with you if that was the case.”
“Okay. Then I’ll respect your wishes.” He’d stepped back and was surround by the darkness, so she couldn’t really see his features to know if it truly bothered him that he would not see her again.
It put a gulf of regret inside her stomach. In hindsight, screwing him may have been the wrong decision, if she knew she’d feel this absence so great.
It didn’t make sense. Yet, nothing about the entire situation surrounding meeting Jared was logical.
“It’s just that I’m flying out. I was only in New York for a short visit. A time to relax and clear my head.” She rambled on for a minute. “Matter fact, I should be going.”
Her sister was probably looking for her by now.
“Okay.” His hand caressed her face. “It was truly a pleasure meeting you.”
“Like wise. Goodbye, Jared.” It was time to go. She hurried up the path and was relieved to see the green bar of the door. This was a night she would never forget. She had done things tonight and confessed things to someone, she never believed she’d say out loud.
Now, she had to return to her life. And know just what she’d be missing for the rest of it.