Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Asher

Brynn is spectacular. I can’t take my gaze off her. I keep reminding myself I’ve hired her to be my fake girlfriend. I’m not supposed to be lusting after her as heavily as I am.

We have an agreement. I’m paying her to pretend. The problem is that neither of us is pretending, and we both know it. I can’t resist dominating her. She’s delectable in every way. I want her. Not just on my arm but in my bed .

Brynn has made it clear that is not an option. The idea of having sex with me makes her feel like a hooker. I get it. The optics are horrible. I can’t fuck this girl. I must keep my pants on.

It’s one thing to dominate her and teach her about submission. It’s in her blood. She craves it. She needs it. She will never be satisfied with a vanilla relationship after everything I’ve introduced her to in the past twenty-four hours, and that’s going to increase tenfold after I take her to the second floor of Edge.

Maybe this is a terrible idea. Perhaps I’m a horrible human for yanking Brynn out of her vanilla life and dumping her in the deep end—sink or swim. But I can’t stop myself.

This entire arrangement is like a freight train. It keeps picking up speed. I can’t stop it because there are no brakes. I’m helpless.

Every time I take a breath and tell myself to pull back, Brynn shocks me. It only takes the barest suggestion to get her to submit to me. My cock has been hard for hours.

As Charles makes his way through traffic from Vino to Edge, I hold Brynn’s hand in the back seat. I don’t need to hold her hand. We’re not really dating. I’m confusing her. I’m confusing myself.

Except my mind is also clearer than it’s ever been. Part of me wishes I’d started this arrangement differently. I should have asked her out like a normal human, taken her on a date, and then slowly taken over her life in a legit way that wouldn’t feel so dirty to her now.

I could have pretended to just find out she needed money and offered to help out. I could have done that after I had her in my bed. It wouldn’t have seemed so icky. But I didn’t see this coming.

I knew I was attracted to Brynn. I knew I was infatuated and couldn’t stop thinking about her, but I assumed I would lose interest after spending some time with her. She’s so young and so green. And she has no knowledge of my lifestyle.

I don’t honestly give a fuck that she has no money. Nor do I care that she’s so inexperienced in bed. That last part actually makes my chest expand. I will be her first. Or will I?

I draw in a deep breath and watch her profile as she looks out the window. She’s so stunning. How have I spent an entire day with this woman only to have her slide even further under my skin? I thought I could flush her out of my system. That’s not what has happened. Not even close.

It’s the money that upsets her, and I understand. I wouldn’t climb between the sheets with someone who was paying me to go out with them. It would be insulting.

So, what’s my plan? Teach Brynn everything she doesn’t know about herself. Dominate her like she craves until she can’t deny the attraction. Convince her she’s perfect for me until she no longer feels dirty for sleeping with me.

And then what?

Keep her?

The idea is preposterous. Isn’t it?

Or is it?

Charles pulls up to Edge, and I release Brynn’s hand to slide out of my side of the car.

She looks nervous, and she’s biting her lip again when I open her door. When she takes my hand and releases her lip, she sighs. “What difference does it make? You were already going to spank me.”

I chuckle. “Sassy girl.” I love how she so carefully slides out of the SUV, trying not to give everyone in viewing range a glimpse of her pussy. I’m glad, too. It turns out I feel kind of proprietary about her pussy. I’m not interested in sharing it.

That is the biggest one-eighty of them all for me. I’ve been involved in kink and a member of BDSM clubs for most of my adult life. I’ve been a member of Edge since it opened seven years ago. I’m selective about who I play with, but I’ve never had a play partner who made me feel like I do with Brynn.

It’s jarring. Earth-shaking. I keep thinking it will dissipate, but now that I’m standing here on the curb, holding my girl’s hand, I know all the way to my gut that I’m not going to share this woman. I’m not talking about letting other people touch her. That’s a given. I don’t want them to see her either.

This dress is risqué. I can live with all the gazes in a room following her. I feel possessive and proud that she’s on my arm. I don’t mind them staring at her fantastic legs or wondering what her amazing tits look like. But the thought of them ever finding out makes me feel slightly violent.

No man has seen Brynn naked before, and they never will—other than doctors and Orlando, people who aren’t interested in getting under her skirt.

I’ve had this woman in my life one day. It’s not reasonable for me to feel the way I do. It’s madness for me to want her as badly as I do. Nothing about this arrangement is rational, and I’m going to need to keep my thoughts to myself for a while because I don’t trust them.

Will I wake up one day soon and realize I’ve taken leave of my senses?

I greet Floyd at the entrance to Edge’s first-floor club. “Good evening.”

He smiles. “Evening, Mr. Bennett. Brynn.” The man is so PC that he doesn’t even flinch over the fact that Brynn is walking into this club on my arm instead of in her uniform with the intent of working. I doubt if anyone even said a word to him. He’s just that good at his job, and one of his jobs is controlling his reaction to damn near everything. Floyd sees a lot of things. His lips are sealed.

No paparazzi have followed us to Edge. Charles made sure of that. We’re safe from the vultures and cameras here. Perhaps there could be a member on the first floor who would harass us or risk their membership to snap pics, but I guide Brynn past the first-floor entrance and over to the stairs.

When we enter the stairwell, she turns to me. “See? I didn’t know where these steps led.”

I smile. “They lead to paradise, baby.”

She giggles. “Is that what we’re calling it? I’ve never been so nervous in my life.”

I stop her when we get to the landing, face her, and cup her cheeks. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Not everyone likes to practice their preferred kink publicly. There are a lot of submissives who keep their kink at home. I do think you’ll benefit from watching so you’ll understand the BDSM world better. But let me be clear before we go inside: We will not be participating in a scene on the second floor.”

She nods, but her brows are furrowed. “Okay. And I assume you want me to call you Sir or Mr. Bennett while we’re here.”

“Yes, baby. You will submit to me from this moment forward. Coming here has nothing to do with our arrangement. This is not the type of public appearance where I need you to pretend to be mine. When we’re at Edge, you are mine. My submissive. This is a very high-end club. Members pay a lot of money. They are well-vetted. No one would dare harass either of us. They won’t even glance at me twice. Plenty of the members are important figures in society. You’ll recognize some of them. It’s strictly forbidden to ever mention who you see inside a kink club. No one would dare violate that code. Cameras aren’t allowed. We’ll leave our phones in a locker before we go into the main playroom.”

“Okay.”

“Remember what I said earlier. We will watch some scenes, but I won’t play with you in front of others. When we’re done watching, I’ll take you up to my private room on the third floor.”

“And spank me…”

I grin. “Definitely.”

She shudders.

“Ready?” I know she’s nervous. It’s understandable.

“Yes, Sir.”

I open the door to the reception area. Marny is working at the desk. She’s the one who makes sure no one enters who isn’t a member or the guest of a member.

“Good evening, Sir,” she says.

I suspect she doesn’t use my name just in case I have not shared it with the woman on my arm.

“Nice to see you, Marny. This is Brynn. She’ll be my guest on the second and third floors indefinitely.”

“Nice to meet you, Brynn. Enjoy yourself.”

Ordinarily, even a guest must complete waivers and paperwork; Brynn is no exception. I will have her fill out forms online soon. However, I’m an exception. I’m an elite founding member of Edge. Everyone knows me. I would never bring someone into the club who isn’t trustworthy. No background check Drake or Easton will perform will be as extensive as what I’ve already done behind Brynn’s back through Myles anyway.

I set my hand on the small of Brynn’s back and lead her through the door and into the main playroom .

As expected, her breath hitches as soon as we step inside. The club is in full swing. Several scenes are going on all over the room.

I lean closer and speak into her ear. “Stay with me. I want you touching me at all times. If you get uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll take you out of here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes are wide.

“The universal safeword is red. Have you heard of a safeword before?”

She nods. “Yes, Sir. I’ve read about them.”

“Good. Even though we will not be doing a scene on this floor, a submissive can become overwhelmed just from watching. You still need to have and use a safeword. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What’s the universal safeword?”

“Red, Sir.” She turns and smiles at me. “I think I’m overdressed.”

I chuckle. The fact that she can make a joke is a good sign.

Drake approaches us. “Hey, Asher. Brynn.” He smiles at her. “Welcome to the second floor of Edge.”

“Thank you.”

I have a hand on the small of her back. “I’m going to show Brynn around a bit, and then we’re going upstairs.”

“Sounds good. Have fun.” Drake nods as he wanders away.

I’m certain he will harass me later. After all, it was less than twenty-four hours ago that I marched down to the breakroom and ordered Brynn to be a part of my life. And here we are the following evening together as if we’re a couple.

We are a couple. It’s not reasonable, but it’s a fact .

Brynn lets me guide her around the room, saying nothing. Eyes wide, mouth open, heart racing. I can feel her pulse because I keep my hands on her at all times.

Her breasts are fucking amazing in this dress, and her nipples have been hard peaks since we stepped into the playroom.

“You okay?” I ask her quietly in her ear as we stop to watch a couple performing. Matt and Tammy. They’re regulars and spectacular to watch.

She licks her lips and leans heavily into me as she tips her head back. “Are they going to, uh…”

“Fuck? Probably.”

“While we watch?” Her voice is soft, but her pitch raises.

“Yes, baby.” I rub her arms.

She swallows hard and mutters, “I haven’t even had sex myself. I can’t believe I’m going to watch other people do it.”

I consider her statement. She’s right. That might seem strange, so I turn her away. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, but more importantly, I don’t want her to have any idea about what sex will look like. It will look like whatever I decide it will look like. She doesn’t need to be tainted by other people’s coupling.

I angle her toward another spanking scene. She’s seen a few, but I like watching her reactions. It’s helping her understand what I intend to do to her very shortly.

Another founding member who has an elite membership approaches us. I hold out a hand in greeting. “Isaac. How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while.” I’ve known Isaac as long as I’ve known Drake and Easton. The four of us met in college .

He shakes my hand. “I’ve been around. You haven’t been in much lately.”

He’s right. I’ve been kind of scarce. I think I stopped coming as often when I met Brynn. It made no sense, and it still doesn’t, but the girl from the coffee shop has mesmerized me for weeks and made me feel less inclined to play with other submissives.

I hadn’t thought about it, but he’s absolutely right. I glance down and realize I have not made introductions. “Isaac, this is Brynn. Brynn, Isaac. He’s got an elite membership, too.”

Brynn smiles at him, but it’s forced. She’s had enough of watching for one night.

“We’re heading upstairs,” I tell Isaac.

“Sounds good. See ya ’round.”

I guide my girl toward the exit and into the stairwell.

She breathes easier as soon as we’re alone, and I waste no time punching in my code to the door that leads upstairs. As soon as it’s open and we’re on the other side, I shut it and pull her into my arms.

The stairwell is quiet. We’re less likely to encounter anyone here, but if we do, it will be another elite member.

“You okay?” I ask again as I tip her head back to look into her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s just a lot.”

“Let’s go upstairs. I’ll show you my private room.”

Suddenly, she giggles. “That sounds like code for strip you naked and have my way with you.”

I lift a brow, but I can’t help smiling. “I’m definitely going to strip you naked and have my way with you, Brynn, but tonight, my idea of ‘having my way with you’ will mostly involve my palm on your bottom.”

She sighs. “Fine… ”

I chuckle. “Don’t lie. You’re looking forward to the experience. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have been so mesmerized by every spanking scene we saw on the second floor, nor would you have glanced at me with challenge in your eyes.”

“Now you’re bossy and a mind reader?”

“It’s fitting since you’re sassy and a naughty girl.” I take her hand and guide her up the stairs.

As soon as we step onto the third floor, I lead her into Easton and Drake’s office because the door is open. I’m sure they’re watching the club monitors and know good and well I was on my way up with Brynn.