At His Command (Club Sultry Book 1)

  At His Command

  Club Sultry Book 1

  Eric Bolt

  Empress Books LLC

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  Contents

  At His Command

  Synopsis

  1. Susan

  2. Mike

  3. Susan

  4. Mike

  5. Susan

  6. Mike

  7. Susan

  Empress Books LLC

  About the Author

  At His Command

  Synopsis

  During the day, at a centuries-old restaurant in the heart of the French Quarter, I serve tables.

  I am very good at it.

  At night, in the most exclusive venue in New Orleans, I cater to a different kind of appetite. At Club Sultry, I fulfill fantasies.

  I am great at it.

  But when I disappoint my Master, what will he demand of me as restitution? He is already in command, what else could he possibly want?

  One-click this novella today to find out what it takes for Mike to forgive Susan.

  Steamy action alert.

  Satisfaction guaranteed.

  Chapter One

  Susan

  The soft jazz music coming from a small ensemble on a dais never muffles the loud clanking of silverware against plates in the main room. I have grown accustomed to the cacophony to the point of tuning it out. I plaster a smile on my face as I swerve past a giggling toddler running away from his young mother. Her impossibly high heels click on the cobblestone covered courtyard as she crosses my way. I raise my hand over the sizzling plate of jambalaya I’m balancing on a tray to avoid her silk scarf diving into the colorful entrée.

  She doesn’t even glance my way.

  No apologies.

  I resume my march to table fifteen by the wishing well. I stoop so the centuries-old wisteria won’t entangle in my chignon. This time of year, the branches bend down low thanks to the weight of the fragrant blueish-violet clusters of flowers dangling from them.

  “Bon appétit.” I place the steamy Creole specialty on the center of the table and offer the couple my best smile. A little French often translates into a fat tip.

  “Thank you,” the elderly lady squints her eyes as she focuses on the tag on my vest. “Susan.”

  I nod and rush back to the kitchen to grab the next order.

  It is official! My day job sucks big time. Catering to people’s hunger for food has nothing on my night job. I work at Club Sultry catering to people’s cravings for all things kinky. Never heard of Club Sultry? Well, that’s not a big surprise. The club is the hottest place in the French Quarter, which is saying a lot if one considers New Orleans is packed full of awesome places. Yet, few people know about Club Sultry because its lavish suites and secluded dungeons are frequented for the powerful and beautiful. Obviously, its clientele’s privacy is paramount. New members join exclusively through referral and only after passing an extensive vetting process. Employees have their lives turned upside down during thorough background checks. After which, we sign ironclad confidentiality agreements, if we want in.

  No question about that though, but not only because of the ridiculously high wages. Most of us are in it for the shear thrill of working at a sex club. I’m still a green rookie; but I’ve witnessed things I never imagined exited. Every night, A-list celebrities, intellectuals, and politicians take part in decadent sex activities in the common room under the enthralled gaze of voyeurs. More elaborate scenes are created in the private suites and dungeons.

  Mouthwatering.

  Mind-blowing.

  I can’t wait for my probation to end so I can get more hours in. I work minimum schedule while the Club board’s still evaluating me. I’ve never worked harder in any place for a chance at a permanent job. It’s worth every second of it, though.

  As an employee, I don’t get to choose the fantasies in which I take part. I fulfill our clients’ kinkiest desires. Tonight, I’m taking care of one of my favorites. Mike Walker hasn’t been to the club in a couple of months. It’s understandable as he’s a big stock broker in Wall Street. He loves being the top to my bottom. Boy, does he play rough! I don’t mind it, though. He’s so gorgeous and knows what he’s doing, which means I get a kick out of it. And then some.

  I’ve spent the better part of my day imagining what he’s going to do to me tonight. Last time he visited, he wore me out. I could barely walk the next day, while my head was in the clouds and I had a silly smile on my face.

  It is finally time to leave the restaurant. I swing by my apartment to get rid of the restaurant’s uniform. I peel off the dark gray vest, white dress shirt, and black slacks hurling them toward the laundry basket, which stands behind the bedroom door. I cheer like a professional basketball player when the pieces of clothing hit the target.

  I step into the bathroom, lean over the sink, getting close to the mirror to apply the heavy make-up required by the club’s dressing code. Purple eye shadow that highlights my dark green eyes, vibrant red lipstick that accentuate my full lips. I wrap it up with a sparse touch of blush. Deciding not to wear a bra, I pull on a white see-through top with long transparent sleeves and a black leather corset. It fastens under my large breasts pushing them up a bit. I cover my long legs with black silk stockings holding them on the top of my round thighs with a pair of red garters. I pull on a pair of black lacy panties before wiggling my butt into a tight black leather mini skirt.

  Checking the outfit in the mirror one more time, I swirl and stalk toward the living room. I collect my purse from the back of a chair on the way out of my apartment. I am early and it is a short walk to Club Sultry, so I take in the beautiful architecture of the French Quarter as I stroll down Toulouse Street. On the corner of Chartres Street, I turn left and enter a quaint boutique. Pretending to browse the racks and shelves, I get to the back of the store where a wooden panel hides the entry to Club Sultry.

  One I get inside it, a stunning brunette greets me. Grace is one of the hostesses. Tonight, she is wrapped in black leather. I don’t know how she keeps her balance on the impossibly high heels she is wearing. She offers me a sweet smile showing her perfect white teeth, dimples and all. “Good evening, Susan.”

  “Good evening. I believe Mike Walker has asked for me to entertain him tonight.”

  “That is correct. He has booked the Golden Suite. It’s ready for you.” Grace steps to the side to let me into the foyer that leads to the stairway.

  “Thanks.” My chest brushes against hers as I move to climb the stairs.

  I ignore her sharp intake of air and the way my sex twitches. Grace and I have participated in a couple of scenes together. Saying that sparks always fly between us would be an understatement. Too bad Mr. Walker doesn’t like sharing me.

  I get to the third floor and don’t ne
ed to walk too far to find the door to the suite. I step inside and inspect the room. It looks like an old Venetian ballroom decorated for an extravagant masquerade. The furniture is old European style; not very functional, but extremely gracious. The huge four-poster bed is covered with red and golden cushions over a black brocade bedspread. The club owners have redecorated the house, when they bought it. However, they have kept some of the original furniture after having some pieces restored. I run my hand over the brocade of the bedspread. I smile as the soft material tickles my palm.

  “What are you doing still in your clothes?” Mike’s voice startles me.

  I square my shoulders and turn to the door where he stands. He shuts it and crosses his arms on his large chest. His square jaw sports a five-o’clock shadow while his dark blue eyes pierce me across the room. I shiver in anticipation and my fingers ache to caress his jet-black hair. Mike’s five-feet-seven, muscled body is framed by soft, golden skin. Not even the frown on his classic features diminish their effect on my body. He is so gorgeous my sex aches.

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  Chapter Two

  Mike

  Susan has the good sense to look mortified as she casts her eyes down. I get nearer and run a finger down her arm until her wrist, which I encircle. Her pulse beats a crazy tattoo under my fingertips. I marvel at the power my touch has on her. She’s such a passionate sub.

  My erection gets harder and I sigh into her ear. Susan closes her eyes. A new energy fills the room crackling in the air as if it were electrostatic in a dry winter night. Except, there is nothing cold about her.

  “I’ve been throbbing all day at the thought of your long legs wrapped around my waist, your feet locked behind my back as I bang you without mercy and make your beautiful breasts spill out of a soft leather corset. I’m glad you’re wearing the right outfit.”

  I press the hard angles of my body against the soft curves of her back while my hands hold her tiny waist. I move them slowly up her front until I reach her full, round breasts. My breathing quickens in rhythm with another part of my anatomy which now rests firmly nestled between her butt cheeks.

  “You feel like heaven.”

  Her breathing hitches, but she doesn’t say a word.

  “Good girl.”

  My fingers play with her hard nipples as I twirl my tongue inside her ear. I bite the soft nub of her earlobe and smile against her long neck, where a vein throbs under my tongue. I chuckle against her bare skin while I bury my fingers in her scorching sex.

  She wiggles her butt against my hard-on when I pinch her clit; but manages to keep quiet. She is a good sub and I almost give her the release she must be dying to get. I have other plans for us tonight, though.

  “Granted. You kept still and quiet just now. However, you didn’t assume your position when I came in. Plus, you are fully clothed.” I step back and release her body. “I’ll have to do something about this. I can’t let a sub get away with something like this.”

  Chapter Three

  Susan

  Mike’s deep, masculine growl rolls over my body, sending a delicious shudder down my spine and playing with my already wet and aching sex.

  “Don’t you know better, my naughty cat?” His tone is unmistakable. He uses my pet name as if I needed a reminder of who is in charge now. “Keep your eyes down. Strip for me. Since you’ve been too lazy to do it before I arrived let’s make the best of it. Take your clothes off slowly. If you please me, I may consider a kinder punishment.” Mike sits down on the bed. “It’s been too long since I last fucked you. I’ll have to control myself not to rush this scene. I’ve been fighting a hardon for most of the day. The only thing I could think about was your hot mouth sucking me dry.”

  I begin my little private peep-show. I glance his way and spot the ever-growing bulge in the front of his tight pants. It tells me he enjoys what he sees. When my large breasts almost spill out of the leather corset, Mike tightens his grip on the bed covers. I would dare say he is dying to have them in his huge hands. I can’t wait for him to do with my breasts whatever he wants. I love how his hands feel on my body.

  I am supposed to keep my eyes downcast so his crotch is basically all I can see, and it seems his pants are about to burst at the seams. This is the power a good sub should learn to use – the power of seduction.

  The kind of response I’m getting from this magnificent Alpha male would be enough to make any insecure woman feel desirable and attractive. Not being shy in the least is making me almost giddy with triumph. Mike’s desire is so intense it spreads across the room like waves that envelop me, wash over mu skin. It affects me to the point my breathing changes becoming heavier, more excited. It seems he can hear my heart beating even though I know he cannot.

  I run a hand along my thigh. I have no power to control my skin reaction and the touch creates goose-bumps all over me. As much as try not to moan at the delicious sensations, a sharp intake of air and subsequent sigh escape from me.

  “What’s the matter, pet? Am I bothering you?”

  “No, sir! Absolutely not! I’m so excited to strip for you that my skin is on fire and I can’t keep quiet,” I manage to reply without raising my tone or eyes just as he had commanded me to do.

  “Is that so? Can I do that to you just by watching?”

  I don’t trust my voice to answer. I just nod.

  “Well, tell me exactly how you feel as you undress for me.”

  I sensuously stretch my arms above my head, swaying my hips as I slowly run my hands over my body before turning around and reaching back for the zipper on the skirt. As I open it, I run my fingers over the soft skin that the movement slowly reveals.

  “I feel you’re undressing me, sir. It’s like your hands are on my body, sir. As the cool air touches my bare skin it’s like your fingers are running over my whole body: my back, my ass, and my thighs.”

  I rub my hands up my thighs kneading the flesh until I hook my fingers in the waistband of my skirt. I know I am torturing my Dom as the skimpy piece of clothing travels over my perfect legs down to the floor taking the lacy panties with it.

  “I can feel your hot breath on me, sir. On my belly. On my crotch. On my sex.” My voice gets increasingly rougher as I my fingers play with my body.

  I turn around again to face Mike, looking at the floor as per his instructions.

  “That’s so hot.” Mike’s voice comes out through clenched teeth.

  I guess he is uncomfortable because he fidgets on the bed as he sports the most amazing hardon I’ve ever seen. I rotate my hips as my hands play with my soft skin and my movements seem to hypnotize my master.

  “I feel your hands on my breasts, sir.”

  I moan softly as I cup my breasts and lift them up. They’re like an offering to Mike, showing off the perfect globes, making them pop out of the white thin top. I look down to find the brown nipples are two hard pebbles begging Mike to suck at them. I bite my lower lip and steal a glance upward to gauge Mike’s reaction. He seems to be having trouble swallowing judging by the way he runs his tongue over his lips. He looks parched.

  When I start unhooking the corset, Mike barks orders in a hoarse and strangled voice, “Don’t! Leave it on! Lose the top. Leave the corset on. I’ve jerked off this afternoon imagining you wearing one and nothing else, while I banged you against the wall.”

  I shiver slightly at his tone just as much as at his words. My legs can barely keep me standing. “I feel you all over my body, sir. Your hands, your mouth, your tongue. You’re on me, inside me. You taste and tease me.”

  I focus all my energy on my self-control. I need it to avoid coming in front of my Dom just by describing naughty actions. He wouldn’t accept it.

  Chapter Four

  Mike

  Susan is so turned on that her sweet scent drifts across the room and fills my nostrils. I bet her juices overflow her dark secret places. I would love to collect them in my eager, thirsty mouth, but I keep my distance. She gasps and
moans as she caresses her thighs and her breasts. I watch her nipples tightening and I imagine I am massaging them. I would love to clamp my mouth on one. I would suck at it, bite it hard, then twirl my tongue around it. I would love to make Susan come from sucking her nipples. I know I can. I’ve done that before.

  She arches her back and cries out.

  “You’re suckling my nipples, sir.” her voice is little more than a whisper, which serves only to make me harder. “It feels so wicked. I love it. I’m your slut. You do whatever you want to me.”

  I can’t sit still on the bed any longer. I stand up, twirl her around, and shove her forward until she reaches the wall.

  “Put your hands up on the wall. Spread your legs as wide as you can. You’ll need to keep your balance.”

  I grind my erection against her lovely, tempting bare ass. Pressing my hands firmly on her abdomen, I pull her back flush against my front. I groan and struggle to keep my body under control at the feel of her smooth skin under his hands and her hot flesh against my torso. Susan wiggles as my hard cock nudges her butt cheeks through my pants.

  “God, I had forgotten how huge you were, sir!”

  She reaches around to grab my shaft. I want nothing more than to feel my hot throbbing flesh in her hands, but I slap her hand away. Her loud gasp denounces the way her body reacts to my rough treatment. I bet shocking waves hit her and jolts of energy twitch her clitoris because she winces.