Bared (Club Sin 2)

Emotions she couldn’t run from any longer.

That side of Aidan, who was unguarded and happy with her, was something she had always wanted. She wanted a life with him. She craved for more of those sweet moments that a normal couple had. A relationship with him seemed so close she could touch it, but it was still an illusion. He wasn’t with her for the right reasons.

Now that she’d seen that affectionate side of him, she couldn’t forget it. She’d tasted happiness, but that’s as far as it would go. An icy chill stormed through her veins. For the first time she realized Aidan couldn’t let go of Lily—not for her, not for anyone.

Under the examination of the girls, tightness formed in Cora’s chest. She forced a grin. “I’m afraid we’re just friends.”

“Oh, he’s crazy.” Amanda bounced on her pillow with dancing eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

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“Well, thank you.” Cora smiled.

“So, do you like him?” Tammy asked.

Cora glanced to her coffee cup and squeezed her fingers around the mug. “He’s very nice. We get along really well.”

“Why don’t you ask him to be your boyfriend?” Amanda asked.

He can’t love me. He is in love with someone else. She lifted her head, staring at innocent eyes that hadn’t been jaded by the sometimes difficult side to relationships. For now, she gave a clinical answer: “I should be honest with him, shouldn’t I?”

Every head nodded.

Katy said, “That’s what you’d tell us to do.”

It should be that simple.

Two people who got along, had great chemistry, and laughed together should make for a great couple. Life, though, was way more complicated than a simple clinical answer.

The rest of Cora’s day went by with some private sessions and ended with a mountain of charts to fill out. Later that night, when Cora arrived at the dungeon, the conversation with the teens hadn’t faded from her mind. When she had entered Club Sin, she inhaled the scent of sex and sweat in the dungeon, though somehow instead of heating her up, it brought ice to her bones.

Standing off to the right of the spanking bench, Master Aidan had bound her wrists at her back with black hemp rope. She gazed out to the dungeon; most ignored her scene, except for Master Dmitri, Master Kyler, and Porter. They all kept a steady gaze on her. She wore only her black high heels and her legs were spread wide, as her heart hammered with the speed of the techno music.

For ten minutes Master Aidan merely watched her, every so often touching her. Sweat dripped along her spine, and the room closed in on her. Every sound, every move the members made in the dungeon, seemed done on a larger scale. The club didn’t seem as dark as it usually did. It seemed lit up, with her as the center of tonight’s entertainment.

Cora focused, pushing past the nerves trembling within. She closed her eyes and begged the strength inside to rise up. Aidan slid a finger down her arm, and she gritted her teeth. This wasn’t the Aidan she met while camping. His touch held no warmth. His touch felt like a Dom under duty to a submissive.

“Open your eyes.”

Master Aidan’s curt command snapped her eyes open. A dark gaze regarded her as he moved to the side. Cora swallowed, looking from face to face, Master Dmitri to Master Kyler to Porter—these were all people she loved and respected. She shifted on her feet, her stomach churning and tingles rushing up her body.

Run!

“Stay put.”

Cora froze at Master Aidan’s low, sharp voice.

She drew in a slow breath, wishing he’d get on with their scene. In fact, she was close to begging him to stop stalling. She craved to focus inward on sensations, instead of on his hesitation.

More so, on the pleasure he unleashed.

When his fingers slid across her hip, sickness engulfed her and she flinched. He dropped his hand and came to her front, taking her chin in hand. When he caught her gaze, her skin overheated.

He examined her with a long look before he sighed, lowering his hand. Keeping his gaze on her face, he ran his touch along her shoulder. Cora clenched her fists and bit her lip. What is wrong with you?

You want him … you want this!

His touch was rough and hard … and all wrong. As he slid his fingers down her arm, her body shut down and she cringed. He dropped his hand and stepped back. “Where are you?”