Blue Satin by Wendi Zwaduk
Club Desire, book 7
Resplendence Publishing
Contemporary, M/F, BDSM,
Spanking, Fetish, Wax Play, Toys, Anal Sex
Get your rocks off however you want at
Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your
fantasy in the Club.
Two souls can heal with the right amount
of heat and kink…in or out of the club.
Can
old wounds really be healed? Meghan Stone isn’t sure. She’s at Club Desire at
the urging of her agent. As a writer, she needs to add grit to her stories—grit
that can only be acquired at Desire. When Meghan spots the handsome man in the
suit, she’s smitten. After a conversation with him, she’s taken by him. But
will the sexy man want more than conversation when he learns about her
motivations and past?
James
Richards comes to Club Desire to forget his own past. He wants a sub and a lover, but as far as
he’s concerned, that person doesn’t exist—until he meets Meghan. She awakens
needs he thought had been long buried. Once he sees her, he wants to possess
her. But a sub and a life-long love aren’t always easy to find, especially in
the same person. Will she be the one he’s searched for or another face in the
crowd?
EXCERPT:
©Wendi Zwaduk, 2015, All Rights
Reserved
“Aren’t
sure about the club?” He nodded to the front door. “You look like a scared
rabbit.”
“I’m
uneasy,” she confessed.
“I
assume this is your first time.” The man strode up to her. He extended his
hand. “My name is James Richards. I’ve been here on many occasions. You’ll be
fine.”
“I
don’t know.” She wasn’t sure about the club, but the more he spoke, the more
she longed to hear his accent. Was it a British accent? European? She wasn’t
sure.
“Why
don’t we go inside? The receptionist will certainly answer any questions. She
can even set up a tour so you’re not so worried.” He slipped her hand into his.
“You’ll be safe.”
Christ.
She trembled. From his touch? Or the situation? “You sound so sure.”
“And
you don’t.” James nodded to the door. “They won’t hold you if you go into the
foyer. There are benches. Why don’t we go in and talk? If you’re still not
sure, you can leave whenever you choose.”
She
could debate her situation or at least visit the inside of the club. Meg sighed. “Sure.”
“Sure?”
He tipped his head and grinned. “Is that a yes?”
“It
is.”
“Wonderful.”
James led her into the club. Unlike the stark concrete outside, the foyer had
been decorated in rich burgundy on the walls and thick black carpeting on the
floor. The benches featured a gold line of cording at the edges. When he
gestured to one of the benches, she perched on the plush cushion.
She
glanced over at the receptionist window. Instead of a person behind the glass,
she didn’t see anyone. “Who do you talk to?”
“To
get in?” James pointed to the main door. “Once you’re a member, you have a
card. You swipe and come right in. There’s a sensor that alerts the security if
someone tries to slip in.”
“Oh.”
James
crossed the room to the window. A woman appeared. Her bright blue hair shone in
the overhead light. She swiped her gaze over to Meg, then handed James an
object. Neither of them spoke to Meg, bringing back a bit of her discomfort.
After a moment, James turned on his heel and headed to where Meg sat.
“This
is the tablet to get you started.” He offered the electronic device. “If you
want, I’ll help you.”
“Thanks.”
Meg turned the tablet around and swiped her index finger across the screen.
“Okay…personal information. Didn’t I fill this in when I registered online?”
She turned the device away from James and inputted the needed info. Why give
him details when she barely knew him? She probably wouldn’t see him again once
they went into the actual club. “I’m on the health history page.”
“That’s
important. They owners insist on keeping the place safe.” James leaned back in
his seat and crossed his legs. He had such grace when he moved. Everything he
did seemed planned out and meant to impress.
She
filled in the information, then swiped her finger to change the page. “Kinks,”
she blurted. “Well, they do get right down to the point, don’t they?” She
could’ve sworn she’d filled the
information out online…
“The
owners do their best to pair you up with the dom who will best meet your needs.
If you’re a dominant, then they’ll find a sub for you.” James smiled.
“You
seem to know a lot. Are you an owner?”
“No,”
he said. “What are your kinks? No one here will judge you.”
She
stared at the list. Spanking, bondage, pain play, anal sex, whipping, blood
play and many more. She flexed her fingers. “I—Are you sure no one will judge?”
What would the others say if they found out she liked exhibitionism and to be
spanked?
“They
won’t. Promise.”
“Okay.”
She nodded and ticked off the boxes. Her hands shook as she inputted the rest
of the information. On the last page, she added the reference number she’d been
given from Annalise. A new page popped up.
“Thank
you. We’ll match you up with your preferred play partner soon,” she said,
reading out loud. She turned her attention to James. “How long is soon?”
“Won’t
be more than ten minutes or so.” James stretched his arm across the back of the
bench. “You still seem apprehensive. What kink are you worried about?”
“You
can tell, huh?” She clasped the tablet on her lap. “It’s that obvious?”
“I’m
observant and I was once in your shoes. This is rather overwhelming.” He waved
his fingers. “A club where people have other people strap them down and such.
My mind went in a thousand directions and none of them were correct. If I can
help you, I will.”
