by Jamie Knight
I was going to approach her and not let a single thing slide about my feelings. And then the plan was to bury them even deeper so Reagan White would never cross my mind again.
Chapter Two - Reagan
I wasn’t sure if coming to this new club called Club Taboo was the greatest idea. It was one of my rare nights out. My mother was watching my son, Bobby, and I didn’t have any obligations for the next day. So many circumstances came together so I could have a fun night all to myself. Something that came along barely even once a year. I could get as crazy as I wanted to and recover tomorrow.
This particular night off was just in time for the opening of this BDSM club. A few had popped up in Aspen before, but this one was the most sophisticated. Plus, I had heard horror stories from those other clubs. The security wasn’t always the tightest, and some not so above the board things had gone on there. Which is why I never found myself inside any of them. Sure, I liked the kinkier side of things, but only if I felt safe with my partner. I had heard good things about this place, though. The next thing to do was see if it held up to the hype.
I felt self-conscious the second I walked in the club. I hadn’t worn a dress this short and revealing since I turned twenty, that was seven years ago. In fact, I had never gone through a club phase. Going from a serious relationship in high school to being a single mom didn’t leave a lot of room for a party phase. I wasn’t sad or anything. I’d rather have my son than stories from my youth anyway. And it wasn’t like there wasn’t any time for me to still have fun.
I was out at a kinky club in a dress that wasn’t even mine. I had to borrow something from my best friend because my closet was severely lacking. It was all scrubs from my work as a nurse and sweatpants with the stray pair of jeans. Marnie thought it was a travesty that there was nothing sexy.
My hands kept migrating to the bottom of the little black dress, so I could pull the fabric down, but all that did was expose more cleavage. It was a game that I could only lose. I took a deep breath and told myself to calm down. It really wasn’t a big deal. I was at the club for a fun night out. The whole point was to let loose and to be someone else for the night. Someone without too many responsibilities, who could have a night out like this without worrying.
I was going to have some fun if I had to force myself to.
My first stop was at the bar. I needed to get some liquor in me. The plan wasn’t to get drunk, but a little liquid courage would help quite a bit. I was so far outside of my comfort zone, I needed to loosen up. I ordered a Dirty Shirley. I preferred my alcohol almost impossible to taste when drinking my cocktails, and a Shirley Temple was a great place to hide some vodka.
While I sipped my drink, I leaned against the bar and gave the club a once over. Some people were already getting into the spirit of the night. There was a woman all strung up in a harness that was hanging from the ceiling. A man was circling around her, letting a riding crop brush along her skin. Every so often, he would smack her with it, and she’d flinch. There was a crowd of people around them watching. It looked absolutely titillating.
All sorts of scenes like it were playing out around the club. People were in handcuffs, blindfolds, being paddled, spanked, etc. I came here to potentially find someone to dominate me, but all I could think about were the times Aiden, my high school boyfriend, used to tie me up, throw me across his knee and spank me. We never got into exhibitionism, but we did a whole lot with and to one another. After almost a decade, I was starting to worry that I’d never connect with someone as deeply as I connect with Aiden.
But I didn’t come to this club to reminisce about my ex. I hadn’t seen him for almost ten years. Aiden should have been out of my system. It shouldn’t matter that he broke my heart. I was technically the one who left him, but I only did it to protect myself. If I hadn’t left, then it only would have been more heartbreak.
But tonight wasn’t about the past. I just wanted a man to pull me into a corner and make me forget about all of my responsibilities.
“Hello.” A deep voice crept into my ear. Looking over, I saw a handsome man was looking back at me.
“Hi.”
I wasn’t sure what to say outside of that. I was sure he came over to flirt with me, but flirting was not my forte.
“Are you here alone?” he asked. I nodded. “Would you like to spend some time with me?”
“What do you want to do?” I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
I was a bag of nerves almost instantly. I had no idea how to interact with this man, but that wasn’t going to stop me from going along with the situation. The first step to having an adventure was saying yes.
“Why don’t you follow me?”
He motioned with his head in the direction of the crowd. I couldn’t tell where he wanted to go. Maybe just going with him wasn’t the smartest idea, but the club was supposed to be safe. Security guards were posted everywhere. What was the worst thing that could happen? This was a great place to try something new and different.
“Okay,” I shrugged.
I took a few more sips of my drink before placing it down on the bar. I didn’t want to bring it to wherever I was going with this guy. We weaved through the crowd before reaching a door. He knocked a few times and opened it, not even waiting for a response. Inside, there was a group of men. I wasn’t expecting a group of men or a private room. This whole thing was moving way too quickly for my liking.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I started shaking my head, backing away. I felt like if I went into that room, something terrible might happen.
“Just come say hi to my friends.”
“I didn’t know you had friends.” I continued to slowly back away.
“Yeah? I mean, a nice guy like me always has friends.”
I quickly realized I didn't want to be there. I should have just spent my night off at home, then I wouldn't have been there dealing with this stupid man.
Talking clearly wasn't working, so I decided to just leave. As I turned to walk away, I felt a hand on my wrist. Looking behind me, I saw that it was the guy.
“Where are you going?”
“I thought maybe I should go back to the bar. I don't think this is really for me.”
“Shouldn't you at least give us a try before passing judgment? We would love to take you for a spin.”
I couldn't see how I was going to easily get out of the situation. I hated causing scenes, and what if the guy hurt me before anyone reached us. There were so many doomsday-like scenarios going through my head.
Before I could think of what to do next, a big hulking man was standing between the bad man and me. This muscular stranger had come out of nowhere. Relief passed through me when the aggressive man’s hand was no longer aggressively circling my wrist.
“I don't think she wants to go with you. And you all are going to have to leave my club.”
I wasn't really looking at this new guy. I wanted to get away. Yeah, it would be nice to thank the stranger, but I was more concerned with myself. So, I skedaddled.
I got myself far away from those guys and took a deep breath. I was still pretty tense, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach had gone away. It was back almost immediately when someone grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. My first thought was that that guy who tried to help me got beat up by that horrible man and his horrible friends. They were here for me, which meant I was royally fucked.
I did a full one-eighty ready to attack this guy with all the might I could muster, but to my surprise, Aiden Harris was standing before me. I quickly realized that he was the muscular man who saved me before.
I hadn't seen him in close to ten years, but my former high school boyfriend could still take my breath away. Aiden looked… better somehow. The boyish charm and good looks I fell for as a teenager had morphed into a more mature hotness. His face had hardened, his muscles were more defined, but his hazel eyes still rang clear. He may have grown up, but he
was still Aiden.
I wanted to run away and wrap my whole body around him at the same time. Aiden's intense gaze rendered me incapable of doing anything except weakly saying his name.
“Aiden?”
Chapter Three - Reagan
I had no idea how long we'd been staring at one another. It could have two seconds or two years. Being with Aiden had always made time feel different.
“Reagan,” he whispered. He said my name with such reverence, it was akin to being worshipped. But this higher plane of feeling didn't stop me from remembering the past. There was no way for me to leave either way, not when he was looking at me like that.
And I wasn't sure if I wanted to go.
Neither one of us was saying much of anything. We were both so in awe of the other. My curiosity did start to creep in, however. I wondered what Aiden wanted to do with me.
“Aiden, I —”
My ex didn't let me finish my sentence, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a quieter part of the club. He wasted no time, placing his hands on either side of my face, bringing me into a kiss. There was no mercy in his hold. Aiden was here to take from me, and I was more than willing to give.
Aiden continued to kiss me, but his big hands moved to explore my body. His left hovered over my breast, softly massaging it. His right hand was on my thighs, his fingers kneading the soft flesh down there.
With his knee, Aiden forced my legs apart. My back was up against a wall, literally. In this position, he had near total control over me.
“Do you remember this feeling?”
Looking into his eyes, I saw the passion that he used to throw my way. One look from Aiden could melt me. He dominated me so completely. Not much had really changed. I was barely holding myself up. Aiden was the main thing keeping me from turning into a puddle on the floor.
I didn't get much of a chance to answer before Aiden pulled my panties to the side and then slid one of his thick fingers inside of me. I tightened my hold on him, an almost painful spike of pleasure shooting up through my body.
“Aiden,” I moaned as my eyes rolled back into my head.
His mouth moved to my neck, teeth pulling at my sensitive skin.
“You’re so wet,” he grumbled.
Of course, I was. His whole muscular body was on mine. Sensations were running through me at a mile a minute. My brain could barely handle all the input. My thighs were covered in the wetness dripping from my pussy.
Aiden’s fingers easily slipped in and out of me. I couldn’t hold on any longer and started to shake. His knuckle rubbed against my clit, stimulating a violent orgasm inside of me. It was enough to make me scream.
As my body calmed down, I heard Aiden let out a soft chuckle. He pulled his head back to look at me, a lopsided smile on his lips.
“I can still make you cum in less than three minutes.”
I blushed immediately after he said that. He looked so damn proud of himself, just like he used to. And it wasn’t a lie. Aiden always was able to tie my insides up in knots, whether or not he was touching me. And when he did touch me, it was explosive. I was sure that no matter the amount of time that passed, Aiden would always be able to push just the right buttons on my body.
The pause in the action made me realize that there were other people around us. I got so lost in Aiden, the entire club faded into the background. My blush deepened even further as my eyes darted back and forth over all the staring faces around us.
“Don’t worry about them,” Aiden commanded. “Look at me.”
I shot my gaze back to his, refusing to break it.
His hands started moving. I felt as his fingers between us unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down slightly along with his underwear. My legs were lifted into his arms till Aiden picked me up off the ground, pinning me against the wall again. He positioned his cockhead at my entrance.
I didn’t care about being in public anymore. All I cared about was feeling every last inch of Aiden’s hard cock. I wanted him to consume me. I wanted him to take me.
“I want you,” I whispered. And I meant it.
Aiden granted my wish, pushing his dick deep inside of me. Every ridge of his cock rubbed along the walls of my pussy. Nothing had ever felt more sublime.
He didn’t remain gentle for long. Aiden’s pelvis started slamming into mine, pushing my whole body into the wall. He was showing me no mercy, just the way I used to like it. I still liked it that way.
We continued angrily sexing our way through whatever this encounter was. Because, when I looked into his eyes earlier, yes, there was the passion from before, but also something ferocious. It should have scared me, but instead, it touched something inside of me. It drew me to my ex even more.
My brain almost short-circuited as my body climbed to the highest heights. Aiden brought his hand to my breast, pinching my nipple roughly. That was the push I needed to get me over the edge. There wasn’t a lot of room to move with how Aiden had me pinned, but I could still feel the shudders racking though my body.
Aiden’s hand tightened a bit around my breast before his cum shot into me. It dripped down me, coating my thighs. We held on to one another for a few seconds, and it almost felt like old times. Not the being in a club with other people potentially watching us fuck, but the fact that I actually felt close to Aiden.
I’d never forgotten how he felt pressed against my body, and I thought I was never going to be this close to him again. I hated to admit it, but I still loved him, which made this whole night so much harder. Not thinking too hard about him had made it possible for me to move forward with my life. Aiden suddenly showing up again, shot all of my progress to hell. All that teenage giddiness was inside of me, but this time, it was mixed with so many other emotions.
Aiden moved his head away from my neck so that we could look at one another. The awkwardness of the situation was starting to settle in. Maybe we were a little rash, deciding to have sex in this club, but the deed was done, and now it was time to face one another.
We both cleaned ourselves up as much as possible.
“So,” I started.
I had no idea what to do. What was there to say to the man who I had to leave? It all left me heartbroken close to a decade ago. There was a whole lot I could tell him, actually, but I was way too afraid to speak the words.
“So,” Aiden repeated, keeping his striking brown-green eyes on mine.
Before either one of us could say anything else, another man came up to us. This fellow seemed oblivious to what had just happened.
I was immediately nervous, thinking it was someone mad at Aiden. I felt safe, being by his side, but I was still a little jumpy from before.
But Aiden didn’t look worried. In fact, he seemed to know the guy.
“Aiden! I’ve been looking for you all night!”
“Darren.” They shook hands.
If I wanted to, I could have probably gotten away from this situation. Aiden was preoccupied with his friend, even if he kept throwing glances my way, but I doubt he’d make any kind of scene. The thing was, I wanted to talk with him. Even if it was going to be uncomfortable, I was kind of curious as to what he wanted to say to me. Or if what he had to say was worth hearing.
So, I stayed and waited for his conversation with his friend to be over.
“The club seems to be doing well. When you told me that you planned on opening one here, I was very excited.”
So, it was Aiden’s club. I should have guessed it. Of course, the BDSM aspect should have been a dead giveaway.
“I know, Darren. You sent me a lot of emails.” Aiden didn’t actually seem annoyed. It was more of a gentle ribbing. Kind of like his old self when he used to poke fun at me.
It was easy to see that Aiden was a very changed man. He didn’t have that optimism he used to. There was something darker about him now. But, just then, there a glimpse of the Aiden I had known.
“Well, Aspen was in desperate
need. The BDSM scene here is lacking. I’m sure you picked up on that when you were looking into opening your own club. But I just had to tell you that the environment you are fostering here will really be beneficial.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“Trust me. In the upcoming months, your position here will be solidified.”
Aiden was kind enough, but it was clear to me he wasn’t engaged with the conversation. For me, the longer I stayed there, the more I wanted to leave. People were milling about, some in almost no clothing.
This wasn’t the place to have whatever heart to heart I wanted to with Aiden. I quickly realized that. There were too many other people, and they were all in various states of undress doing all kinds of sexual things. It was too much.
The thing was, it was hard for me to leave with him looking at me. And he was glancing at me more and more, probably picking up on how antsy I was.
His friend was starting to notice the glances, and realization passed over his face.
“I’ve kept you long enough. I haven’t had a chance to see the whole club, so I’m going to finish giving myself a tour.” He nodded at us both.
“Yeah, sure.” It was kind of an awkward goodbye, and, soon, Darren was gone.
Aiden turned his full attention to me. I instinctually took a step back, and he grabbed onto my arm, making sure I couldn’t get too far away. I had been having conflicting feelings about this confrontation all night, and, now that it was here, I wasn’t feeling any less uneasy.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Where are you going?” he threw back at me.