Chapter Thirty-Four
Robyn
Oliver dropped me home and, after promising to see me at the club the following night, disappeared off to get back to his meeting with David – the one that I had so rudely interrupted earlier.
Shaking off my residual guilt, I watched him go, then wandered into the flat. I was met by the delicious smell of one of Sasha’s famous Thai creations, and my stomach instantly growled in hunger. Taking my coat off, I smirked – all the action with Oliver had worked up my appetite – and made my way to the kitchen, hoping there might be some food going spare.
‘Yum, it smells delicious in here.’
Sasha was at the cooker, and turned to grin at me. ‘Thanks! It’s chicken Penang curry. Want some?’
‘Yes, please.’ It would save me cooking, and besides, this smelled way better than anything I could whip up.
‘Chloe said you were mad with Oliver, but she rushed off to wash her hair before telling me why. Everything OK?’
Suddenly remembering that I was supposed to be in a mood with her, I planted my hands firmly on my hips, raised one eyebrow high, and fixed my best attempt at a glare on my face. It probably wasn’t very convincing, because my anger had subsided now, and was partly distracted by hunger, but I had to at least try.
It took her several seconds to drag her eyes away from her stirring, but finally, Sasha glanced across at me and flinched. ‘Woah. What’s that look for?’ she asked in alarm.
‘You! Sasha! That’s what this look is for!’ I squawked, irritated, but nowhere near as venomous as I had been when I’d yelled at Oliver earlier. ‘You paid for most of my Club Twist membership without telling me, and I blamed Oliver for it and we had a blazing row! That’s what!’ I blurted.
Wincing, Sasha pulled a face. ‘That’s why you were mad at Oliver? Oops.’ She put down the wooden spoon and gave me her full attention.
Seeing her contrite expression, I softened my posture and huffed out a breath. ‘It was very generous of you, Sash, but you could have told me. I yelled at him like a complete lunatic.’
Sasha’s face crumpled into an almost comical grimace as she bit down on her lower lip. ‘Shit, really? What happened?’
With a sigh, I recounted my yelling match, and explained how I’d jumped to the conclusion that he was the mystery donor of my membership payment.
‘And this was right in the middle of the club?’ she squeaked. ‘Was it busy?’
‘Busy enough.’ Running a hand through my hair, I frowned, my cheeks heating again as I recalled the way he had calmly sat there and watched me ranting at him. ‘It was so embarrassing. You know how important he is there. I think everyone was just waiting for him to punish me there and then.’
‘And did he?’ From the rapt expression on her face, Sasha was well and truly into my tale now.
‘Yes.’ Sasha’s eyes flew open at my reply, so I decided to give her the dirt she was obviously desperate for. ‘He spanked me in front of everyone, which I am blaming you for.’
Sasha clutched at her cheeks in excitement and jigged up and down on the spot. ‘Oh my God! That is so hot!’
I rolled my eyes at her excitement. Then, feeling reckless, I added some more juicy details that I knew my filth-loving friend would like. ‘Then he took me to his office and fucked me on his desk so hard that I can still feel it now,’ I admitted, shifting my thighs and feeling the pleasant ache deep inside me.
Sasha’s eyes were practically bulging from her head at this nugget of information. ‘Holy crap on a stick! I want a more detailed description than that,’ she exclaimed, popping a lid on the pan before taking my hand and dragging me to the sofa.
She sat down and patted the cushion next to her in invitation. Flopping down, I gave her a cautious look, and decided to get my point across before giving in to her demands for naughty details. ‘Before we start, I’m paying you back, Sash. Four frigging grand? Are you nuts? There’s no way I can accept that much.’
Shaking her head adamantly, Sasha folded her arms. ‘No way. I have all the inheritance from my parents just sitting in my bank account going mouldy. You know how loaded they were. I’ll never spend it all. I knew you wouldn’t join if you knew the price, but I like it there … and I can’t go on my own, can I? So I signed you up.’
‘You didn’t sign me up, though,’ Chloe announced petulantly, as she joined us in the lounge and plonked herself into an armchair. Her hair was tied up in a towel after her shower, and she was struggling to get her feet into some gigantic pink slippers, but she still managed to give Sasha a very effective frown as she did so.
Sasha raised her eyebrows and flashed me an amused glance before looking back at Chloe. ‘No, sorry, Chloe. I didn’t think you’d want to join. I mean it’s a sex club, and you’re so … so …’ Sasha struggled to describe our Goody Two-Shoes flat mate.
‘Dull? Prudish? Boring?’ Chloe provided, her tone high-pitched and mildly irritated.
‘Nooooo!’ Sasha countered, but unfortunately using a tone which seemed to scream “yeeessss”.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe waved a hand dismissively in the air. ‘It’s fine. I know I’m not as brave as you two, but actually, I’ve enjoyed the times we’ve been to Club Twist. It’s been quite … enlightening.’
‘Would this have anything to do with the cute ribbon-tying guy you’ve chatted to a few times?’ Sasha speculated with a grin.
Chloe’s cheeks turned as red as a tomato and she shrugged. ‘Maybe. I haven’t spoken to him recently because he’s always doing a scene when we’re there, but he caught my eye last week and he smiled at me. I might pluck up the courage to buy him a drink if I see him again.’
My eyebrows popped up in surprise, just as Sasha let out a startled splutter. ‘Wow. Well, fair play. I’ll sign you up too, then. I can do it tomorrow night when we go down.’
Chloe grinned and leaned forwards in her seat, apparently having none of the issues about cost that I was. ‘Really?’
‘Sure. It’ll be fun. Our year of exploration.’
‘Awesome! Thanks, Sash! I can’t afford to pay you back yet, though. How about I do your share of the cleaning as a trade?’ Chloe suggested hopefully.
Sasha nodded. ‘You have a deal, my friend. I fucking hate scrubbing the toilet.’
Chloe looked at me, and the smile on her face became a little forced. ‘Talking of the club, are you sure you’re OK with Oliver?’
God, was this where she brought up the issue of him and the blonde woman, again? Or the fact that I still hadn’t seen his house? I was convinced of his dedication to me, so I really didn’t want to be discussing either of those topics. I frowned at her, and my tone probably came out a little harsher than I intended. ‘Of course, why?’
Chloe bounced her leg nervously a few times and shrugged. She cleared her throat. ‘I don’t know, he just seems so intense all the time. I … I followed you into the club earlier to check you were all right, and I saw the way he was looking at you when you were yelling at him.’ She fixed me with a worried expression. ‘He was so cold… so serious. So … domineering.’
I forced aside the embarrassment I felt at the fact that Chloe had probably also seen me dropping to my knees for him, and smiled at her. ‘Isn’t that kind of the point? He is a dominant, after all.’
Reluctantly, Chloe smiled along with me. ‘Yeah, I suppose so. I guess I was just worried about you. It all seems really full-on.’ She paused and leaned across to touch my shoulder. ‘You’re definitely okay with it all? You like the stuff he does with you?’ Her bottom lip was really taking a battering as she began chewing on it again. Bless her, she was obviously really worried about me.
‘I am totally fine with it all, honestly, Chloe. Oliver is a perfect gentleman. He might be domineering, but he takes care of me. He’d never ever hurt me.’
She weighed this up for a second or two, then nodded, looking reassured. ‘OK, great. You keep doing your thing with Oliver and I’ll mind my own business.’
Sasha stood up and went to check on her culinary creation before spinning to us with a grin. ‘I’ve got plenty of curry to go around. Let’s eat.’
‘Thanks, Sasha. That would be great.’ Chloe started to set the table, and looked across at me with a grin. ‘Robyn still needs to fill me in on the details of what happened after she dropped to her knees in the middle of the club earlier …’
Great, so she had seen my little display then. Sitting back with my glass of wine, I swallowed my embarrassment and repeated the story, with Sasha helpfully jumping in every two minutes to add any details that I had forgotten.