Page 55 of The Player's Club

Mac’s expression was grave. Was he blaming himself for me ending things with Todd? Or was he still weirded out about the Dawn thing?

I glanced at my phone. It wasn’t even midnight. “Do you want to go to the club?” I blurted, desperate for a distraction once again.

“What? The Scarlet Rope? Now?”

“Sure, why not?” I went to my closet to find something to wear. “We haven’t been there together in a while. I feel like we could both benefit from blowing off some steam tonight.”

Mac eventually agreed, to my immense relief. I put on my sexiest little black dress, which I could tell Mac appreciated. He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a heated kiss.

The Scarlet Rope was bustling with people tonight, but I had only eyes for Mac. He’d been quiet on the ride over, but he seemed to relax the moment we’d been admitted inside the club.

Feeling guilty about both the Dawn thing and getting snippy earlier, I whispered in Mac’s ear, “How about we go to a room? Where we’re the participants this time.”

Mac stared down at me, clearly surprised. “Seriously?”

I nodded, a thrill going through me. “How about it, then?”

He didn’t say anything. Then he touched my cheek and said, “I’m not sure I want to put our relationship on display. We only just started. You’re probably not ready for something like that.”

I was both touched and annoyed now. I wouldn’t have offered if I’d known he hadn’t wanted to do it. But I also wasn’t going to push Mac to do anything he didn’t want either.

“We can go watch a room together,” he suggested. “Then maybe we can get a private room to enjoy each other in.”

I nodded, following his lead. He took me to the BDSM room. There was a woman and a man this time. The woman had a collar around her neck, with the man holding the attached leash. She wore nothing but a tiny thong and a blindfold while he was still fully dressed in a suit and tie.

Despite what was happening with just a thin wall of glass between, I fixated on Mac. Did he consider our relationship more serious than I thought? I would’ve guessed he would’ve jumped at the chance to up the ante of our play.

Yet it seemed like he wanted to keep things private. Was it because he was concerned about me? Or was it that he just didn’t think I had the balls to let other people watch us have sex? When the scene ended, Mac took my hand. I followed him silently to a private room in the back of the club.To my surprise, I shook, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from anticipation. My nerves were on fire, my entire body desperate for Mac’s touch.

He cradled my jaw. “You ready?”

I could only nod and follow him inside.

The room had a bed, and along the walls were all kinds of instruments and toys. Some I recognized; some I couldn’t begin to fathom the uses of.

“What’s the safe word?” Mac asked me, startling me out of my thoughts.

“Uh, turkey?”

He smiled. “That’s right. Remember, you can say that word whenever you want me to stop.”

I nodded.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded again. My body was tense with anticipation. I glanced at the variety of whips and floggers on the wall, Mac following my gaze.

“Not tonight,” he said. “But soon.”

I shivered. Mac gathered a few things, but not before telling me to strip out of my clothes.

I stood naked in the middle of an unfamiliar room, my nipples hard as steel, when he came and blindfolded me. Darkness enveloped my vision, and it sent a thrill through me. Mac’s fingers brushed across my shoulder as he brushed my hair aside. He kissed my neck gently.

“Put your hands together in front of you. Just like that,” he said softly.

I obeyed. Then I felt him tie my wrists, the bindings tighter than when he’d bound me in the hotel room, but still not uncomfortable.It seemed like an eternity as he tied the knot around my wrists. I was about to ask what the hold-up was, but then he stepped away.

I stood there, waiting, listening intently, but Mac didn’t say a word. I could only make out his footsteps, and the air moving around me.