Chains (The Club #8) by T. H. Snyder Read Free Book Online Page A

satisfies the craving I need to feel whole. Rather than cause a scene, I play nice to an extent and keep our interactions to a minimum. It’s better this way, she’s found plenty of men to suit her fancy. No need for her to linger around someone who is void of what she wants out of a man.
    Turning back toward the bar, I request a bottle of water and begin to make my way through the room. A few familiar faces catch my attention in the VIP area and, with a nod, I bid them a good evening. I’m in no frame of mind to stop and discuss anything, I need to get upstairs and find someone to sink myself into. Someone who will help me forget the agony of the day. I continue toward the back of the room and climb the stairs to the second floor.
    My eyes scan over the bar area in search of the one person I know can quench my need. She’s always here on a Friday evening and without a doubt is ready for a night of sheer pleasure. With long strides, I move to the corner of the room where I see she’s sitting…alone. As I approach, her angelic face turns, looking in my direction. An enticing smile forms across her full lips, her head bowing down to my presence.
    “Stevie,” I call out to her. “I’m more than pleased to see you here alone; shall I assume you’ve been waiting for me to come find you?”
    Her face turns upward, dazzling blue eyes staring back to me, waiting for me to give her direction. The sight of her willingness creates a sense of power through my body. Tonight she will once again be mine to control, treasure and submit to my will.
    My arm extends out to her, my fingertips caressing the smooth waves of her silky blonde locks. Her pale white skin glistens in the amber lights of the room, her bosom rising with every intense breath she takes.
    “I asked you a question, Stevie, I expect a response from you,” I demand pulling tightly on the long strands of hair.
    She blinks and her neck muscles tense sending a wave of gratification through me to see the effect I hold over her.
    “Yes, Sir,” she responds lowering her eyes.
    A smile pulls from my lips, my hand releasing grip from her hair while I extend my other arm to her, giving her permission to stand. She follows my cue and stands before me, our bodies mere inches from one another. I move to the side, allowing her to stand behind me as we begin our journey to the other side of the building to the group room.
    Upon entering, I turn to Stevie ensuring her gaze has drifted downward to the floor.
    “Good girl,” I commend to her before scanning the room.
    Men and women are scattered throughout the large space taking on their Dominant and submissive roles. There’s a display of punishment taking place in the front right corner where two Doms have their submissive tied to the wall and each take pleasure in the restraint they provide. My cock begins to twitch at the sight of her blindfolded, arms raised above her head and smooth stomach exposed as a feather is trailed down her body.
    Removing my gaze from the scene, my eyes linger to the far side of the room where another Dom is sitting back in a chair, his sub kneeling down before him with her hands tied behind her back. A look of pure sensuality graces his face as he pulls her by the back of the neck, guiding her mouth over his manhood.
    Taking my attention from the actions providing entertainment for many of the members, I locate an area to the front left of the room and navigate Stevie to my chosen spot.
    “For now we’ll start here. When the time comes, we’ll resume your torturous pleasure in the private room,” I state trailing my fingertip down the length of her arm. “Stand against the wall, Stevie, eyes down arms above your head.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she replies obeying my request.
    Using the restraints along the wall, I cuff her hands ensuring they are tight and she’s unable to break free from the hold. Standing still, I watch her beautiful body. The smooth skin of her torso begins to form goose