Saved By Sex (SinSity Stories)

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Saved
by Sex

By
J.A. Bailey

 

 

Copyright © 2013 J.A. Bailey

All rights reserved. No part of this
publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by
any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical
methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the
case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other
noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

 

Chapter
One

Swear
prickled on Grace’s bare skin as she sauntered onto the stage. The bright
lights made her wince, blocking out the audience and she knew most of the
clients wouldn’t even be looking at her. She was there for ‘atmosphere’. The
majority of the men were too busy with their submissives for the evening to be
bothered watching her, but some would flick a glance her way as they came in.

But
still, her heart hammered as she walked to the centre of the stage and was
greeted by Ethan, one of the resident Doms at SinSity. He gave her a reassuring
smile as the lightly thumping music grew louder in preparation for her show. It
wasn’t her first show. She’d been performing at SinSity for nearly a year now
but it didn’t stop the nerves that came about every night.

Still
the money was good and she enjoyed it for the most part. Ethan was an awesome
Dom and a good friend. So perhaps it wasn’t what every twenty-five year old
girl dreamed of doing as a career but where else could she work on an evening
while Grace’s mother looked after her daughter and earn as much as she did?

Ethan
tugged her wrists above her head and positioned her over the vibrating platform
that nestled between her thighs like a horse.  Her bare pussy rubbed across the
leather sending a frisson of excitement through her. Her wrists were tied above
her and a gag slipped into her mouth.

A
figure caught her eye as he strolled in just past the glare of the stage
lights. He was mostly an outline but Grace couldn’t help but stare as he
stopped. Somehow she thought she could see his gaze trace her body from her
thrusting breasts to her thighs stretched over the arched platform sat
perfectly against her cunt.

A
shudder wracked her, peaking her nipples.

Jett
Olsen.

He’d
been a client at SinSity for as long as she’d worked there, yet he’d never once
looked at her. Never shown her even the slightest interest. The other girls
said he was sadistic. Really sadistic. But they also said he gave them the best
orgasms ever.

As
if reading her mind, Ethan turned on the vibrator beneath her, making her jolt
as waves of pleasure instantly struck her clit. She moaned through the gag and
glanced over at Jett. Still he watched her, arms folded across his chest. He
leaned back against the wall behind him, a leisurely pose, as if he had all the
time in the world.

And
Grace knew the man rarely had time. He worked in the docks, running one of the
UK’s biggest shipping companies. So why was he wasting his time just staring at
her
? She didn’t do one on one sessions. She was a performer, nothing
more. The girls who spent nights with the visiting Doms loved their jobs and,
as much as she loved being dominated, she didn’t want to spend night after
night with a different man. If she ever had another Dom/sub relationship, it
was going to be exclusive.

She
tried to ignore the thought that she would kill for it to be someone like Jett
as Ethan came around in front of her and applied nipple clamps to her, joined
by one long chain. Though not classically handsome, there was an aura to Jett.
His black hair was too long for a business man. It curled at the nape of his
shirt, and the hint of a tattoo sneaked out from under his rolled up shirt
sleeve. A thick jaw and a slightly bent nose somehow added to his masculinity.
And those green eyes…

Grace
sighed through the gag as her pussy spasmed against the vibrations between her
legs. Ethan tugged experimentally on the nipple chain, sending shafts of pain
through each breast and she gave a muffled squeal.

She
didn’t know why but Jett Olsen both terrified and fascinated her.

Somehow
she snapped her gaze away from him as Ethan circled her, a flogger in hand. He started
on her left breast, a leisurely stroke that merely tickled her skin. Then he
built up the power until the thud of the leather rang in her ears and the
burning sensation in her breast grew. Then he switched to the other using a
regular motion to turn her skin bright red. All the while, her folds grew
slicker and the pleasure increased.

Closing
her eyes, she imagined it was Jett circling her. Deciding which spot to beat
next. The leather touched at her stomach and above her pussy and she flinched
in anticipation. But Ethan had flogged her many times and could read her well.
He wouldn’t give her what she expected.

This
time the flogger struck her back and buttocks and hard. There was no teasing
touch and she screamed out in surprise.
Thud, thud, thud
. He whipped her
until her skin felt like fire but it only increased the sensations boiling
between her thighs.

Suddenly
the vibrations amplified, sending her sensitive clit into overdrive. She rocked
and moved against the vibrating horse, so close to going over the edge. She
peeled opened her eyes as Ethan came back in front and began to flog her
stomach and pussy and her gaze immediately latched onto Jett’s.

An
explosive orgasm ripped through her and she shook against her restraints as her
juices flooded across the bench. Ethan drew out her climax with a few
well-timed spanks between her legs. The whole time, Jett watched her,
expressionless. And foolishly she stared on, pretending it was his fingers or
cock making her shake with pleasure.

As
her sex twitched and her legs grew lethargic, Ethan slowly turned off the
vibrator and then released her hands. One of the other performers brought on a
robe for her and Ethan wrapped it over her shoulders as he helped her off the
bench.

“Nice
show, babe. I’ve not seen you come like that in a long time,” he murmured in
her ear as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

Grace
gave him an affectionate squeeze and a spattering of applause sounded. She
peeked over at Jett only to see that he’d gone. Her heart dropped as she scanned
the room but saw no sign of him. Perhaps he’d been disappointed by the show.
Which was a shame, because that orgasm was definitely all down to him.

 

Chapter
Two

Shuddering
as she stepped out into the early morning air, Grace pulled her coat tightly around
her. She fished her car keys out of her handbag and wiped the fatigue from her
eyes. The climax has cost her. She’d have to drop her daughter, Beth, off at
school in a few hours so there was no point in going back to bed yet but all
she wanted to do was have a nice hot bath and curl up on her bed.

Her
heart thudded against her ribs as she clutched her keys in her hand and glanced
up. Jett rested against her car, the same nonchalant pose as he’d adopted in
the club. Mouth dry, she darted a look around but the car park was empty. It
was three in the morning and the majority of the girls and clients were still
‘occupied’.

Don’t
be foolish
, she told herself. There was CCTV
everywhere and all the clients at SinSity were thoroughly security checked upon
their application to join. Just before Grace had started working there, the
original owner has done a runner. Something to do with money laundering or
something and the new owners had beefed up security. The fact that they took
their worker’s safety so seriously was one of the reasons she’d decided to work
there. That and the amazing pay. One day, she’d be able to escape London and
her wretched ex-husband if she worked hard enough.

Chin
pulled up, she approached Jett, aware that her smile wobbled on her lips. He
pulled himself straight and it struck Grace just how tall he and broad
shouldered he was. She’d never been up so close to him and she had to crane her
neck to get a good look at him under the street lights.

“Hello,
Grace,” he drawled. His voice was deep, sensual and it plucked at something
inside her.

“Uh,
hi.” She hadn’t even realised he knew her name. Somewhere, deep down, it
flattered her feminine pride that he’d gone to the trouble of finding it out.
“Can I help you?”

“I
wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your show today. You were exquisite.”

She
licked her dry lips and stared at the keys in her hand. “Oh, thank you. I-I’m
glad you enjoyed it.”

“I
enjoy all your shows. You perform with such genuine pleasure. But today was
particularly spectacular.” He moved closer and she forced her head up as a hand
pushed one of her dark brown locks behind her ear. “What were you thinking of
to make you come so explosively?”

Grace
gaped as she met his green gaze. Did he know? Had he somehow figured out it was
him she’d been thinking of? Surely not. And he’d watched her more than once.
Why? She really didn’t see herself as
spectacular
. She swallowed as she
considered how to answer. With a shrug, she released a small smile. “Oh I don’t
know. Just stuff, you know?”

“No,
I don’t know. But I’d like to.”

She
frowned. “I don’t do one on one stuff, Mr Olsen.” She flicked a pointed glance
at her watch. “If you’ll excuse me, I really need to get going.”

Jett
moved aside in a move that Grace hadn’t really expected and took the keys from
her unresisting hand. Opening the car door for her, he pressed the keys into
her palm and motioned for her to get in.

“I
won’t keep you.” A twisted smile slid across his sexy lips and it struck Grace
how much it changed him. “But I would like to offer you a proposition.
Something to think on. I won’t press you for an answer now.”

Grace
clutched her arms about herself as his gaze skimmed over her. Funny how she felt
more vulnerable and exposed with her jeans and coat on when he looked at her like
that than when she was up on stage.  Curiosity got the better of her and she
leaned back against the car, mimicking his earlier stance. “Okay, what is this
proposition then?”

“I’d
like to help you, Gracie. I’ve heard that you’re having a few problems with
Greg Fletcher.”

Body
rigid, Grace gave him a wary look. What did he want with her ex-husband? And
how did he know about the problems she was having? “Things have been a bit
tense with my ex, yes, but what’s it to do with you?”

She
knew she sounded rude and defensive but her life had been a nightmare since
she’d left Greg. He wanted access to Beth even though the courts had denied him
it. He was a drug user and a waste of space. Honestly, she wished she’d never
got involved with him but she’d been young and foolish and blinded by his
musical talent. She snorted inwardly. Not that it had ever got him anywhere.

“Tense?”
Jett questioned. “So him hitting and stalking you isn’t a problem?”

A
hand flew up to her face, her cheeks hot. She felt as if she’d been hit all
over again. “H-how did you know about that?”

“I
know a lot of things.” His jaw tensed. “You did the right thing leaving him.
You’re a special woman, Grace, and no woman deserves to be treated like that.”

Grace
blinked. Who was this man and why was he talking to her like that? She’d never
even reported the time Greg had hit her. She’d just upped and left, moving back
in with her mother who helped her once Beth was born. But then he’d started
following her, sending threatening notes. Once the divorce went through, the
courts took his visitation rights away after one too many arrests and cautions.
But that didn’t stop him from trying to see Beth or her. Some days, he just sat
outside their house. Thankfully he didn’t know she worked at SinSity or he’d probably
be sat outside there too.

“I
really don’t think it’s any of your business.” The last thing she wanted was to
get more people involved. Knowing Greg, the situation would just escalate. Life
wasn’t great, but she had things under control. Well, she hoped she did anyway.

“I
can make it my business.”

The
dark look in his eyes sent a chill through her. “What do you mean?”

“I
can make sure Greg never lays a hand on you or your daughter ever. You will
never see him again.”

“I
don’t want him killed!”

Jett
let out a disparaging laugh. “I’m not in the business of murdering people,
darling. But I can be sure that he won’t ever want to go near you again. I can
make life very uncomfortable for him.”

“Why?
Why do you even care?”

He
leaned in toward her, forcing her to bend back over the roof of the car. “As I
said, you’re special. And I would like to make life better for you, if you’ll
let me.”

“And
what do you want in return?”

He
smirked. “So cynical.” One fingertip brushed across her cheek. “But I would
like something in return. One night.”

She
squeezed the keys in her hand until the metal bit into her palm. “One night?”
One night with him? Was that what he meant? Just the thought of it sent her
pulse racing, her cunt pulsing with excitement.

Leaning
forward, he loomed over her and dipped to brush the lightest kiss across her
earlobe. “One night. This weekend. No limits, no safewords. You and me and one
night,” he whispered. “I promise you, I will bring you more pleasure than
you’ve ever experienced. If you thought the orgasm you had tonight was
powerful… well , let’s just say, by the time I’m finished with you, every
orgasm of your life will pale in comparison.”

Her
legs juddered underneath her at his shockingly erotic words. Yes, she worked in
a sex club but her sex life was pretty limited. Her busy schedule didn’t allow
for dating and she wasn’t one for one night stands. At least she didn’t think
she was.

“I-I
don’t know.” No limits? She wasn’t sure she could that. Her experience of BDSM
was pretty limited and she knew the shows she put on were fairly tame compared
to what many did. “I really don’t think—”

He
silenced her with a quick nip to her ear sending a jolt of pleasure/pain
through her. “I can make your life so much easier for you. All you have to do
is give me one night. That’s it.” He pulled back and slipped a hand into his
pocket, withdrawing a business card and holding it out. “If you want that man
out of your life, give me a call. I’ll make it happen.”

And
with that, he turned and strolled away.

Drawing
in a long breath, Grace watched his arrogant walk, the way his long legs moved
easily and his muscled shoulders flexed against his work shirt. One night with
Jett Olsen? What would that be like? She’d be safe. She was sure of that. The
rigorous security systems at SinSity wouldn’t let any criminals or potential
sickos in, but how far would he push her? With no safe words or limitations, he
could very well break her and where would she stand then?

And
she hated to admit it, but his promise of mind-blowing orgasms was a really
tempting proposition.

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