Club X-Dare (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 54,129
1 Ratings (4.0)

[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, bondage, wax play, sex toys, HEA]

Sam Bell is a manager in an insurance firm by day, but spends her nights as a lead at Club X-Dare. She is a woman who likes to be in control, and most men who submit themselves to her skilled hands end up crawling at her feet.

Brian Kylie, aka Condor, owns another Club X-Dare in Orlando, Florida, and he offers Sam a job as a guide at his club. It is a promising position where Sam can combine work with pleasure.

Condor has an ulterior motive. He is enamored with Sam after reading her files and hopes that they can have a more personal relationship. He shows her his club and they spend a week together as tourists, but childhood ghosts of her parents’ shattered love haunt Sam. She runs from her emotions, going home to a life of emptiness.

Condor goes after her and convinces her to take a chance on their love. It is a rocky relationship that is tested by life, as they fight the odds to have it survive.

Note: This book depicts a rape fantasy.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Club X-Dare (MF)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Club X-Dare (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 54,129
1 Ratings (4.0)
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The storyline is good but having two dominant people kind of clashes a bit.
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Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

 

Condor was four cars ahead of her when he turned off the highway in Orlando. She coasted around the corner, noting as the light at the bottom turned green. Condor’s Vette sailed through the junction, and as if happening in slow motion, Aino spotted the red truck blast through the opposing red light. Tires screeched on the blazing pavement, and then it slammed into the side of the silver Vette. Condor’s car flipped into the air, rolling to be hit again as the red truck tried to swerve to the side. The second collision was marked with the sound of screeching metal and shattering glass as the trunk veered off Condor’s car. The Vette twisted on its side and then came to a shuttering stop, as the truck lurched into a grand palm that cracked and dropped lengthwise over the cab. Aino slammed on her brakes, the shock of the sight before her almost causing her to hit a third car, struggling to avoid being part of the collision. She threw her door open, running down the street as she dialed the emergency number on her cell phone. The line was busy, and she could only hope that two hundred other people were making the same call. People seemed to converge around her as she raced toward the Vette, trying to avoid the debris from the accident. Condor’s car was teetering on the driver’s side, the entire structure twisted and torn. She slid to a stop, dropping to her knees, oblivious to the broken glass as she reached in through the windshield to touch him. “Condor, talk to me. Tell me you are still alive. Please!”

“I’m alive. Oh fuck, I hurt. Call an ambulance.”

“I already did.”

“Stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re gonna be fine, and when you get out of this, we’re gonna plan the biggest wedding ever. I am such an asshole for not just scooping you up and holding on to you. Don’t you dare die on me!”

Condor’s face was covered with blood, the sticky red fluid dripping down onto her arm as she leaned in further to be closer to him. She heard sirens in the distance. “Condor, can you hear that? They’re almost here.”

“I hear them. Tell me you love me.”

“I do. I love you so much. I am so scared.”

“Call Benny.”

“I will. Don’t worry about the club.”

“He fucking smacked up my baby. How bad is my car?”

“We’ll get it fixed.”

“Bullshit. She’s totaled. Get me a new car? I need something to drive when I get out of the hospital.”

“Okay, you name it, and I will have it waiting.”

“Can you stand up, miss?” a voice asked as if from a distance. She looked up at the officer and blinked in surprise.

“I guess so. Please get him out of this and get him to a hospital.”

“That’s what we are going to do. You need to get out of the way. Were you in the car?”

“No. Condor, I will be right here. When they take you to hospital, I will be right behind the ambulance, okay. Know that I am not leaving you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she replied as the officer helped her to her feet. She doubled over in pain, the gashes in her legs suddenly overriding her shock.

The young man grabbed her, helping her over to the side of the road. “I thought you weren’t in the car.”

“I wasn’t, but I think I kneeled on some glass. My car is over at the end of the exit ramp. The man in this car is my fiancé. His name is Brian Kylie. He is twenty-six years old. He was passing through a green light when the truck slammed into him from the cross street. The car flipped a couple of times before it stopped.” She watched as an emergency crew raced around the corner, leaning into the car to access Condor. The officer who had helped her up walked over and pulled her car off the road, shutting it down and taking the key out of the ignition. He headed back to her, grabbing an emergency technician on the way. “Here are your keys, miss, and why don’t you let Ian here take a look at your legs.”

Ian knelt down, opening a small case and taking out a pair of scissors. He cut up the sides of her pant legs and peeled the fabric back to reveal the slices in her skin. There was a shard of glass just below her knee, and he removed it, surprised when she didn’t react. Aino’s eyes were riveted to the car as she watched them fit Condor with a neck brace and pull him out the broken windshield. Ian washed her legs with solution and lightly bandaged the cuts. “I think you should take an ambulance ride to the hospital. You definitely need some stitches.”

“No can do. I am not leaving my car here. I will drive over myself. Are they taking him to Central?”

“Yes, they are. I don’t think it wise for you to drive in your condition.”

“Thank you for removing the glass from my leg. I’m fine,” she replied, limping toward her car. She got inside, dialing the number for the club as she watched them load Condor into an ambulance. “I need to talk to Benny.”

“Is this Aino?”

“Yeah. Hi, Seth. Please find Benny for me.”

“Sure thing. I will page him right now.”

She heard Seth make the page and started the car, putting the phone on speaker as she pulled out behind the ambulance. Central was a short ride, and she knew that following the ambulance was stupidity.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Condor’s lips were on her thigh, nipping and sucking on her skin as he slowly, torturously moved inward. He took great pleasure in the act of torment, his hand rubbing her skin as he slid upward and then flowed back down to her knee without ever touching where she wanted his touch. He tickled the uppermost line of her thigh, trailing over her flesh until she could feel his breath upon the hair of her mound. She wanted to grab his head and force the action, but if he were anything like her, it would only prolong things further. Her dominant nature fought to take control, but Sam used the knowledge she had to control herself. The things that irritated her about a submissive were things she would not do to Condor.

He sat back, kneeling and grinning at her as he rested his chin on her mound. “So tell me, Ms. Bell. What is your preference?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Kylie. I would really love to feel your tongue where the attention is needed most, but forbid I should beg. I presume that you don’t want to be told what to do, so give me a clue how to proceed.”

“You have me in an interesting position,” he replied with a ridiculous wiggle of his eyebrows. “I’m not used to asking for input, but I figured that I would try. I didn’t expect you to beg. As a matter of fact, I knew that you wouldn’t. I could torture you for the rest of the night in ways…well, I guess that you can imagine.”

The comment made her chuckle, and she nodded her head solemnly. “I’m sure I can. If you want to know what I like, then please feel free to use your tongue. Counterclockwise circles alternated with up and down licks are nice. I like things hard enough to be noticeable, but not so much that it causes pain. Some men have a problem finding my G-spot, but it’s worth the trouble.”

Nuzzling her with his face, he leaned back slightly and grinned. “Oh, do tell.” He flicked her clit with his finger, watching as she jumped. Seductively licking his fingertip, he began as she instructed, drawing slow lazy circles on her flesh.

“Take your tongue and thrust it into me about three quarters of the way. Wiggle it firmly, and you might hit the spot. If not, you will still be close enough to trigger a reaction.”

“Ah. I would have to then ask, in relation to the appropriate pressure, which is preferred, G as in gently or G as in gregarious?”

She considered his use of the word. “Oh. Feel free to express yourself.”

“Nice catch. I will do that.”

He increased the friction of his finger, alternating between circles and strokes as he pushed her cunt’s lips open with his tongue. Sam was stunned when he hit the spot exactly, flickering the wet muscle with a precise, almost jabbing flex of his tongue. It was glorious, the action making her moan as the surf rose, pulsing and crashing to grow again over and over, higher, more powerful until she was raising her hips to meet him.

Condor leaned back on his elbows. “I gather that I found it?”

Blowing out a long, exaggerated breath, she shivered. “I do believe that you could say that. Very nice, Mr. Kylie.” She wanted to continue by demanding that he do something about the throbbing ache that he had left behind, but didn’t. Sam simply gestured to him with a flick of her first finger. “Do you need some attention, sir?”

“Not particularly. Do you?”

“It would be nice.”

Condor slithered upward, pinching her slightly with his teeth. She imagined that she was going to have a trail of tiny red bite marks from her mound to her breast where he stopped to suck solidly on both her nipples. The added activity was not necessary, and she was panting through gritted teeth when he glanced up at her. “Am I torturing you?”

“A little.”

“I have always found it interesting what can be accomplished without the use of anything but my mouth. Do you agree?”

Sam knew that he had the potential to be cocky, but the attitude still caught her off guard on occasion. “I suppose. If you are trying to kill my buzz with only your mouth, you are succeeding.”

“Then I had better shut up, huh?” He lowered himself to her lips, kissing her with a tongue that tasted like her cunt but clearly relayed his lust. He nudged her legs with his own and then filled her with his dick.

 

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