Commanded (Club Sin 6)

Sometimes Sawyer wished Kyler knew how to shut up. His good friend often had a way of getting a point across through very annoying questions. “I haven’t figured that out yet.”

“Is she kinky?” asked Aidan.

“Right now she’s too innocent to be considered kinky.” Sawyer liked her that way, too. He found her innocence endearing. “But she’s sexually submissive, that much I do know.”

Dmitri smiled in his confident way. “Then there is hope for her after all. You’re more than welcome to bring her into the club whenever you want.”

No one said, She must be special if you’re dating a vanilla girl.

In all the years that Sawyer had known these men, which was about as long as he’d been in the BDSM lifestyle, he’d never had a serious girlfriend. And now he began to understand why that was: his heart craved a woman who couldn’t be found in a BDSM club, because any woman there simply wouldn’t be innocent enough. “Thanks for the offer. But I’m going to see how things with Chloe develop. I don’t want to rush her into this.”

Kyler barked a laugh. “Buddy, say goodbye to your single life. You’re talking like a man who might as well go buy a wedding ring.”

Loud masculine laughter filled the air around Sawyer. This time he laughed with them, realizing how amusing it was that he was so wrapped up in a vanilla girl. But he also realized there was nothing wrong with that.

When the laughter faded, he began to glance around the club, trying to picture Chloe there. Her beauty and light would bring more warmth to Club Sin. Her lush body would look perfect in lingerie like the kind the submissives were wearing. Even seeing Presley, Ella, and Cora over by Miles’s scene made Sawyer think Chloe would fit in there fine, because he knew she’d get along with them well.

Yet somehow he couldn’t see Chloe becoming a member of Club Sin.

He continued to scan the club, and only then did he realize two people were missing. “Where are Porter and Kenzie?”

Kyler answered, “Porter called me earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to make it until later tonight. He had an obligation to take care of.”

“An obligation?” Sawyer frowned.

Aidan nodded. “He texted us, too, saying that he and Kenzie needed to do something for a friend.”

Sawyer glanced from Kyler to Aidan, seeing that neither of them knew anything more. But Sawyer’s instincts flared. Porter and Kenzie wouldn’t miss Club Sin unless they had a very good reason. He also knew Kenzie had no other friends outside of Club Sin. Porter, on the other hand, was close to one person who didn’t belong to Club Sin.

A swell of anger rose up. Sawyer reached for his phone in his pocket and texted Porter: Is Chloe with you?

A few seconds passed before Porter replied: She is. Is she not supposed to be?

Sawyer’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around his cell phone. Where are you?

A pause. Then: Chains.

Sawyer’s red-hot anger turned into something much more personal: raw jealousy.

Chapter 10

Dominant eyes burning with passion. Rope. Naked flesh.

A cold sweat washed over Chloe as the atmosphere at the BDSM club Chains closed in on her. There didn’t seem to be anything special about the club—it resembled a typical nightclub. In the center, tables and chairs were like those you’d find in any casual nightclub. Off to the left, couches were scattered around with couples cuddling on them. And at the very back, a bartender served alcohol to the crowd. The difference was the BDSM equipment set up around the room.

Most women in attendance opted for tight clothing, which Chloe thought of as gothic-inspired, while the men wore black, with the occasional guy in jeans. As much as she tried—and hell, did she try—she couldn’t absorb all that was going on around her: a station where the tips of needles were inserted into a woman’s breasts, another where a woman was being caned on her bottom until it was purple and bloody, a third where yet another woman was lying on a table as an older gentleman dragged a knife down her stomach.

Chloe didn?

??t like this. Not any of it.

“Don’t worry, Chloe.” Porter’s soft, reassuring voice came behind her. He nudged her forward, directing her to follow Kenzie toward the sitting area. When she sat down he raised his voice to be heard over the heavy metal music coming through the speakers. “Sawyer isn’t into edge play that I know of.” He smiled kindly. “It’s pretty obvious you aren’t, either.”

“That’s…” Chloe swallowed, glancing at Kenzie and seeing her relaxed posture. Porter’s girlfriend was a stunning, fiery beauty. Spice lived within her, Chloe thought. The dark red of her hair matched her quick wit and sassy attitude, and her hazel eyes reflected spunk. And by all appearances, Kenzie, dressed in a tiny skirt and short top, seemed bored.

To Chloe, this was anything but boring. It was eye-fucking-opening.

She admitted to them, “To be honest, I didn’t know you could go to a club to do this. I mean, from work I understand a Dominant and submissive relationship.” She’d investigated a few of those relationships throughout the years. She understood that sometimes letting go and allowing someone else to be in control could free a person. But what she saw now—the knives, the blood, the needles…“I’m having a hard time with this.”