Longing: Club Inferno (12 page)

“I haven’t really known him long, but I trust Colleen wouldn’t hire someone who would be irresponsible.”

Jana pursed her lips. “People are human. No one’s perfect. I like Clint. He’s a responsible Dom. Colleen wouldn’t hire anyone who takes chances. He makes some hot movies. But he’s not the Dom for me. Too pretty. Too concerned with pleasure over pain.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“You don’t know who you are until you know how you handle pain.”

Anya thought that was pretty damn deep. She realized that Jana had walked her to Clint’s studio. She hadn’t recognized where they were going because she had been blindfolded before. But she heard Clint’s voice through the door.

“Are you and Leo going to the concert tonight?” Anya asked.

“If we please our master. The master told me to keep an eye on you, but even if he didn’t I wouldn’t mind if you came to me if you have any questions.”

“Just one more for now.”

She inclined her head.

“Do you get jealous seeing Master Dante with other women?”

“Oh no,” Jana said. “I live to see to his pleasure. If it makes him happy, I’m content. And I’m well rewarded for my obedience and service. Besides, it’s me he wants in his life. The others are just for fun.”

“Thanks.” Anya smiled. There was no way she could ever be that accepting. But she was going to try to achieve some of that self-confidence that Jana oozed. Jana wasn’t super beautiful and didn’t have a perfect body. She was normal but so comfortable in her own skin that she came off as fabulous. Anya was striving for some of that.

“Have fun.” With a wave, Jana disappeared into the shadows of the dungeon.

After listening at the door for a moment, Anya didn’t think he was with anyone, so she knocked. Seconds later he threw open the door, a fierce expression on his face.

“I said I was not to be disturbed,” he snarled. His words rapped into her like bullets from a machine gun. Stunned, she blinked back tears.

“Well, pardon the hell out of me,” Anya said, and whirled on her heel.

“Wait,” he snapped.

The tears faded into anger. She looked over her shoulder. “Who do you think you’re talking to in that tone of voice?”

Clint crooked his finger, a small smile playing around his gorgeous mouth.

Anya narrowed her eyes at him.

Leaning against the door frame, he stretched his arm over his head to give her a good look at the muscle definition on his bare arm and chest. Her mouth went dry. He rolled his hips ever so slightly, so it drew her eyes down to the tight jeans he was wearing. She forgot to breathe.

“You did that on purpose,” she said accusatorily.

“You coming in or not?” His voice was all sin and invitation.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Anya said, realizing Clint’s behavior was all for show in case it was a dungeon submissive. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said with true regret. “Switchblade tapped me to make a few YouTube videos for them during the after-party. I’m swamped.”

“Can I help?”

“Uh, yeah, don’t you have classes?”

“Nope. It’s my day off. Everyone seems to be busy and I don’t mind helping.”

“That would be great.” He held out his hand to her and brought her inside.

Anya was impressed with the setup. It looked like a professional studio. He set her to work cleaning up props while he puttered around on his computer.

“How did the shoot go last night?” she asked, holding up a ripped T-shirt.

“They had a good time. They were doing a forced-consent scene. He was pretending to be asleep and she came in and tied him up and sat on his face. Then she fucked him.” Clint said it matter-of-factly, as if he was reading off a grocery list. He squinted at the computer and shook his head.

“Problems?”

“I’ve got RAM issues.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” Anya teased.

“I can ram you just fine.”

Anya liked the sound of that. Her smile faded a bit as she recognized the chair she’d sat on while Clint pleasured her. She was trying not to be bothered by it. Maybe she’d watch the video again and this time see what Clint had wanted her to see. Maybe they could watch it together.

“The biggest problem is going to be the lighting,” Clint said, oblivious to her thoughts. “The dungeon has to stay dark for the mood, so I’m going to have to brighten it up with the editing software. I need to take some sample shots so I can come back here and play around with the settings. It’s going to be pretty boring.”

“I can entertain myself.” Anya sat on a swivel chair next to his computers. “Can you launch the space shuttle in here?” She gestured to the equipment.

“To the moon, Alice,” he teased, shaking his fist. Anya laughed at the old television show reference. Her grandmother used to watch
The Honeymooners
.

“Has anyone approached you with doing a pay-for-play web show?” Anya said.

He laughed. “You bet. Colleen thinks we should set up a room upstairs where the lighting is better and have BDSM instructional videos.”

“That sounds cool,” Anya said. “I bet Jana and Leo would be all over that.”

“We’ve got to be careful not to use anyone that the models or designers might recognize. We want to keep Club Inferno secret as long as we can.”

“They can wear masks.”

“Kinky, I like how you think.” Clint checked the settings on his camera. “You want to direct a scene?”

“Are you serious?” Anya said, holding her flaming cheeks. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Just talk dirty to them. I’ll film the rest.” He held up his camera.

“I’ll think about it.”

“In the meantime, can I use you as a model for the sample footage I need to test for the lighting? You can keep your clothes on. Or not.” He gave her a once-over. “You look beautiful.”

She pulled her shirt down slightly to show off her cleavage. When he whipped the camera up, Anya laughed and covered herself.

“Sure.” She wiggled her butt at him as they left the studio.

“Keep tempting me to spank that,” he said, “and see where it gets you.”

Anya shivered. She liked his master voice.

They spent a few hours taking some campy footage of her dancing in and out of the scenes, pretending to be shocked.

“Okay,” Clint said, “give me your intrigued look.”

“I’m ready for my close-up now.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

Walking in close to her, Clint backed her up into the wall and kissed her.
What took him so long?
Anya sagged into his arms, deepening the kiss. The best thing about making out in a dungeon was no one cared. The worst thing about making out in a dungeon was people continued doing their own thing as if you weren’t there.

“I’ve got the butt plugs ready for the scene,” Steve, one of the Doms, said. “I’m going to put them in the cabinet next to the harnesses and whips.”

“Giddyap,” Clint muttered against her lips.

Anya spoiled the erotic moment by laughing. Her body was still tingling.

“You know,” he said conversationally, “if we were lovers for a couple of months, I’d close the curtain and fuck you over that sawhorse.”

“Giddyap,” she breathed.

“Tempting,” he said. “But the first time is going to be long and memorable.”

“What are you doing tonight?” she asked. “After the after-party?”

“Sleeping,” he said regretfully. “Tomorrow night, I just have to run an adult Truth or Dare. You’re welcome to join in. And Thursday, I’ve got another dungeon shoot. Actually, if you want to come to that, you can watch. Dina likes an audience.”

“Okay.” Anya found herself agreeing. Anything to be with him.

“I’ll see you at the concert; you’ll be with Colleen, right?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I better go check.”

He kissed her again. “Can’t wait to see you.”

“I haven’t left yet.” She caressed his back and shoulders, loving the hard planes of his muscles.

They continued kissing, each reluctant to let the other go. Anya’s pulse was hammering every time his hand skimmed over her body. She was so ready for that giddyap, her hands went to the buttons on his pants.

“I’m looking for Clint Reyes,” the strident voice of a vulture seeking prey called out.

“I hate her,” Anya said, and peered over Clint’s arm to see Rita standing there with her hand on her hip. At least Rita wasn’t gunning for her. Yet.

“Duty calls.” Clint kissed her one last time.

“Watch out,” Anya said, holding on to his arm. “She’s a man-eater.”

“I got this.” He winked at her.

There was no way in hell Anya wanted to leave Rita and Clint alone, especially in a sex dungeon. But her phone buzzed, signaling a text from Colleen.

Come up to my office. We’ve got trouble.

“Hell no, Cesare di Giovanni is not getting a members-only pass,” Colleen said, putting her hands out to soothe Anya, whose enraged screech had Nefertiti running into the office. “He called me up, said he was in town and wanted to come down and see Couture. Luckily, I had an excuse with Switchblade coming here tonight so I didn’t have to be rude and tell him flat-out no way in hell. He then spent a half hour grilling me about you.”

“He was probably on the phone with you as soon as I got into my car. What did you say?”

“I said you were doing fantastic and had moved on. I suggested he do the same.”

“He was hinting around about Club Inferno over coffee. I bet Rita told him about it,” Anya said. Honestly, she was more worried about Rita talking to Clint than Cesare trying to worm his way into Couture.

“If she did, she’s not going to be here for very long.”

“Don’t kick her out. She’s the type of person who will go right to TMZ and the press. She’ll out Couture in a heartbeat.”

“She’s welcome to try, but my lawyers will have her tied up in so many lawsuits she won’t know what hit her.” Colleen started flicking through her phone.

Anya started to pace. “No, you don’t know her like I do. If you look up ‘vindictive bitch’ in the dictionary, her picture is there. You’re going to have to keep her as a member. And probably Cesare too.”

“Cesare is going back to Italy at the end of the month. He’s looking for a hookup on this side of the ocean when he comes to visit. He’s not getting it here, right?” Colleen looked at Anya for confirmation.

“He’s Rita’s problem now. I just went out for coffee with him because I was hoping he could get me into the director’s good graces.” Anya shook her head. “Seriously, I don’t care if you want to take his money. Lord knows he’s got plenty of it. He’d probably bring in a boatload of new clientele and I know he’s friends with some of the more exclusive Italian designers. Just give me the heads-up and I’ll hide in my room while he’s here.”

“I’m not doing that to you,” Colleen said.

Shaking her head, Anya plopped down onto the couch. “I’m good. It’s not going to bother me seeing them together.”

“You don’t have to be brave for me,” Colleen said.

“She’s not,” Nefertiti piped up. “She’s banging Clint again.”

Colleen whipped her head to her admin. “Say what?”

“I haven’t banged him yet at all.” Anya threw her hands wide. “You people. All you think about is sex.”

“And you don’t?” Colleen asked.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” Nefertiti said.

“Hold up,” Colleen said, massaging her temple. “Clint hates you.”

“No, he doesn’t. It was a misunderstanding,” Anya said.

“Well, you hate him.”

“Misunderstanding.”

“It’s a wonder how a fine ass and washboard abs can smooth over a situation, isn’t it?” Nefertiti said.

“How did you find out we were back together anyway?” Anya asked her.

“You were dry-humping him in the dungeon just now.”

“Oh yeah,” Anya said, looking down at her fingernails. “But how did you know?”

“Jana mentioned it.”

“There are no secrets here,” Colleen said. “The subs gossip almost as much as the Doms. Speaking of which, are you all right with his kinks?”

“Yes.”

“What about your kinks?”

“We’re working on that too.”

“Well, hallelujah,” Colleen said. “One problem solved.”

“I am not one of your problems to be solved,” Anya said. “You have me on a checklist, don’t you? ‘Get Anya laid.’ ” She pantomimed checking something off in the air.

“You’re not on my things-to-do list.” Colleen stuck her tongue out at her. “I just want my people to be happy.”

“Your people?” Anya rolled her eyes. “Since we’re sharing, what’s the story with you and Chase?” Anya said.

“He’s an ass,” Colleen said, making a face and leaning back in her desk chair.

“Then why were
you
dry-humping him earlier?”

For the first time ever, Anya saw Colleen look guilty.

“No, you didn’t,” Nefertiti said, and got up to shut the door, almost in Istvahn’s face. “Uh-uh, later,” she said to him. But Istvahn put his foot in the door and eased it back open.

“Switchblade’s bus just pulled up. I’ve got the area roped off but the Couture guests are lining up,” he said.

“Okay, try to keep their rooms a secret. I’ll be up to greet them shortly. Can you call catering and make sure they have a buffet set up in their suite?”

Anya’s stomach growled.

“You’re not starting that shit again, are you?” Colleen said, pointing her finger at her.

“I skipped lunch.”

“I’m going to tell Mallory and have her beat you with a cannoli.”

“Kinky,” Anya said. “But I actually forgot to eat.”

“Yeah, her mouth was too full with Clint’s tongue,” said Nefertiti.

Anya slapped high fives with her.

Colleen shooed them out of her office. “All right, why don’t you all change into something more rock and roll and you can come with me and meet the band.”

“Sweet,” Anya said, although she wasn’t sure what Istvahn considered rock and roll.

The band was really down-to-earth and they played their hearts out. Anya got to enjoy the show from backstage with Colleen, Istvahn, and Nefertiti. The place was packed not only with Couture and Club Inferno members, but also with ticket holders. She knew that there were ambassadors for both sides of the resort cherry-picking prospective members from the crowd. The luckier ones would get invited to the after-party at the Hot Spot, where they would rub elbows with the fashion elite. The real after-party was in the dungeon, though.

During the first drum solo, the band came back to swig some drinks and take a break. Clint showed up with his camera and talked to the guys for a bit before making a beeline to her.

“I want to fuck you,” he said in her ear by way of greeting. “Those jeans make me want to wrap your legs around me.”

“Hello to you too, sexy,” she said, kissing him. “Will you dance with me when they do ‘Whiskey Dreams’?”

“Only if you dance for me when they do ‘Out of My Head.’ ”

“Deal.”

“Can I film you?” he asked.

She bit her lip and nodded. The smile he gave her was worth every bit of trepidation she felt. “I’m keeping my clothes on, though,” Anya warned him.

“That’s okay. For now,” he growled her in ear. “I’ve got a present for you.”

Anya’s toes curled. “Is it what’s pressing into my stomach?”

Clint laughed. “That’s all yours.” He put his camera on a table by Istvahn and dragged her over to a darkened corner backstage. The music was loud and the beat made her wish she was wearing a skirt, so Clint could fuck her against the wall. She told him so, pulling his head close to her mouth so they could be heard over the band.

“No one will care if I take your pants off,” he told her, grinding into her against the wall.

Anya thought about it and then reluctantly shook her head. “Soft limit.”

“I know.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “We can work up to softening that limit even more. Now, stop distracting me long enough so I can give you your gift.”

“What is it?” Anya rested her shoulder blades against the wall and rotated her ankles to take the pressure off her feet. She loved her heels, but standing on the hard stage floor was beginning to take its toll.

He held up tiny jeweled padded clips. Red and white crystals flashed when the light caught them.

Clasping her hands together, Anya said, “They’re so cute. Are they hair clips?”

“Not exactly.” Clint pulled up her shirt, exposing her bra.

“Clint,” she shrieked, looking over his shoulder. No one was looking back at them. She could just about make out Istvahn’s wide back.

“No one can see you. My body is blocking this.” Sliding his finger under her bra, he raised it up. Her breast popped out of the cup.

“Clint,” she giggled, half shocked and half aroused. “No public nudity.”

“There’s no one around. And it’s only for a second.” Tracing his fingers over the curves, he murmured, “I wish we had more time.” And then he placed the clip on her exposed nipple.

All the air rushed out of her lungs as shock, pleasure, and pressure hit her all at once. Quickly, he attached the other one and fixed her bra and T-shirt.

“How does that feel?”

Anya’s eyes were half closed as she tried to process the throbbing in her breasts. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t quite pleasure. If she had to describe it, it was longing.

“I love watching you experience the beginner clamps for the first time.” He smoothed his hand down her hair. “I can’t wait to see you naked with only those.”

She still hadn’t answered him. Anya wasn’t aware she could speak. Her breasts felt fuller, invaded. It was like he was pinching them lightly. He thumbed over one and her moan startled her.

“So responsive.” His head lowered to capture her open mouth. Kneeing open her legs, he rested his hardness against the juncture of her thighs and ground into her to the beat of the music.

Hooking her leg over his, she pressed closer. His chest rubbed the clamps on her nipples even more. Tiny shivers started at the core of her body. She bucked back into him and he slammed her back into the wall. His kiss was amazing, but she wanted it all over her body. The hard rasp of him between her thighs wasn’t enough. She craved skin on skin. The bass of Switchblade’s song quivered into her. The lead singer’s haunting voice echoed backstage. Her hands clenched his shoulders, her nails digging in deep. She came screaming into his mouth, the friction on her nipples putting her over the edge. His hardness pressing into her through their clothes was enough to have her shuddering her release in his arms.

Clint rocked her slowly, easing up on the intensity and kissing her lightly about her face. “So beautiful, so damn sexy,” he told her. He tightened his arms around her in a hug.

“You make me feel like a teenager again,” Anya said when her breath came back. “First we were making out in the car. Now we’re grinding to a rock band at a concert. What’s next? Drinking Boone’s strawberry wine on a mattress in the back of your pickup truck, looking up at the stars?”

“I can arrange that scene,” he said. “But if you could wait until summer, it would be a lot more fun.”

Anya held his hand while they walked back to the group. Colleen shot her a knowing look and a smile. Nefertiti just raised an eyebrow but reached out to hold Istvahn’s hand. Clint stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her for the rest of the concert, so she could feel his hardness against her ass. Every so often, his fingers would brush against the bottom of her breast and the fullness twitched into pleasure. She felt owned, marked, and it surprised her how sexy that made her feel. They danced together, and it was tough for her not to drag him backstage for some more kisses. He filmed her, Colleen, and Nefertiti with their arms around each other singing along to the songs. Istvahn made sure he was never in frame, but she caught him almost smiling when he looked at Tee.

Switchblade put on a great show. When they came back for a quick break before the first encore, Clint kissed her cheek and excused himself to make sure Club Inferno was ready for the after-party.

“I’ll go with you,” she said, hoping for some alone time.

“Nah,” he said. “Stay with the band. There are some surprises in the club I don’t want to spoil for you.”

Anya didn’t think her libido could handle any more surprises, but she was definitely game to try. “See you later.”

When the band finished two encores, they were riding high. After a celebratory toast of champagne and something to eat, they all went to the Hot Spot club on the fashion side of Couture. The Hot Spot was more dance club than dungeon, but it had spicy alcoves that a couple could go into and fool around. And if you were lucky and had a lot of cash, you could rent an apartment behind the stage for a few hours of bliss.

After a couple of shots, Anya ducked away to see if Clint needed her in the dungeon.

She was surprised to see Rita coming out of the studio, adjusting her shirt. Ducking behind a curtain, Anya hid until Rita passed by. As Anya was about to go confront Clint, a hand came around her and covered her mouth.

“Don’t scream,” Master Dante whispered in her ear.

Anya squeaked instead, turning around.

Dante put his finger to his mouth and indicated the scene behind him. Jana was kneeling and blindfolded. She had clothespins on her nipples and a ball gag in her mouth. She held out a silver tray. On it were whips. Two women wearing Switchblade T-shirts and nothing else were spread-eagle on X frames and another two women were naked on their hands and knees.

“This is for the band,” he whispered. “You’re welcome to stay and watch. I’m just putting the finishing touches on the scene.” His arm pulled her close. She tensed and he immediately released her. “You can try out the whips, if you like.”

Anya backed away. “I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll just go.”

“Next time, I might not let you get away so easily,” Dante said.

Yeah, like that didn’t scare the shit out of her.

When she made her way to Clint’s studio, the door was locked. She knocked, but there wasn’t any answer. Did Clint film that she-wolf doing the nasty? Anya didn’t like that idea at all. Not that she thought he’d touch her with a ten-foot pole, but she was skinnier and obviously wouldn’t have given him the hard time that Anya did. Rita probably liked getting beat with a cane. Anya had visions of caning her that had nothing to do with sex. Crap, where was Clint anyway?

The band coming down to the main event distracted her as Club Inferno filled up with every sexual kink and fetish you could throw a PVC stick at. Keeping as close to the band as she could, she caught up with Clint as he filmed some of the videos. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to talk to him except for a brief kiss before he was whisked off to another location. It was just her luck to be horny in a sex club when her boyfriend was working. So she hung out with her friends and made the best of it. It was tough to go to bed alone, but at least she had tomorrow to look forward to. This time, she got smart and turned off her cellphone before bed. No one she wanted to speak to would be up before noon anyway. Trey could stick his diet update in his ear.