Saved By Sex (SinSity Stories)

by J. A. Bailey

  Saved by Sex

  By J.A. Bailey

  Copyright © 2013 J.A. Bailey

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  Chapter One

  Swear prickled on Grace’s bare skin as she sauntered onto the stage. The bright lights made her wince, blocking out the audience and she knew most of the clients wouldn’t even be looking at her. She was there for ‘atmosphere’. The majority of the men were too busy with their submissives for the evening to be bothered watching her, but some would flick a glance her way as they came in.

  But still, her heart hammered as she walked to the centre of the stage and was greeted by Ethan, one of the resident Doms at SinSity. He gave her a reassuring smile as the lightly thumping music grew louder in preparation for her show. It wasn’t her first show. She’d been performing at SinSity for nearly a year now but it didn’t stop the nerves that came about every night.

  Still the money was good and she enjoyed it for the most part. Ethan was an awesome Dom and a good friend. So perhaps it wasn’t what every twenty-five year old girl dreamed of doing as a career but where else could she work on an evening while Grace’s mother looked after her daughter and earn as much as she did?

  Ethan tugged her wrists above her head and positioned her over the vibrating platform that nestled between her thighs like a horse. Her bare pussy rubbed across the leather sending a frisson of excitement through her. Her wrists were tied above her and a gag slipped into her mouth.

  A figure caught her eye as he strolled in just past the glare of the stage lights. He was mostly an outline but Grace couldn’t help but stare as he stopped. Somehow she thought she could see his gaze trace her body from her thrusting breasts to her thighs stretched over the arched platform sat perfectly against her cunt.

  A shudder wracked her, peaking her nipples.

  Jett Olsen.

  He’d been a client at SinSity for as long as she’d worked there, yet he’d never once looked at her. Never shown her even the slightest interest. The other girls said he was sadistic. Really sadistic. But they also said he gave them the best orgasms ever.

  As if reading her mind, Ethan turned on the vibrator beneath her, making her jolt as waves of pleasure instantly struck her clit. She moaned through the gag and glanced over at Jett. Still he watched her, arms folded across his chest. He leaned back against the wall behind him, a leisurely pose, as if he had all the time in the world.

  And Grace knew the man rarely had time. He worked in the docks, running one of the UK’s biggest shipping companies. So why was he wasting his time just staring at her? She didn’t do one on one sessions. She was a performer, nothing more. The girls who spent nights with the visiting Doms loved their jobs and, as much as she loved being dominated, she didn’t want to spend night after night with a different man. If she ever had another Dom/sub relationship, it was going to be exclusive.

  She tried to ignore the thought that she would kill for it to be someone like Jett as Ethan came around in front of her and applied nipple clamps to her, joined by one long chain. Though not classically handsome, there was an aura to Jett. His black hair was too long for a business man. It curled at the nape of his shirt, and the hint of a tattoo sneaked out from under his rolled up shirt sleeve. A thick jaw and a slightly bent nose somehow added to his masculinity. And those green eyes…

  Grace sighed through the gag as her pussy spasmed against the vibrations between her legs. Ethan tugged experimentally on the nipple chain, sending shafts of pain through each breast and she gave a muffled squeal.

  She didn’t know why but Jett Olsen both terrified and fascinated her.

  Somehow she snapped her gaze away from him as Ethan circled her, a flogger in hand. He started on her left breast, a leisurely stroke that merely tickled her skin. Then he built up the power until the thud of the leather rang in her ears and the burning sensation in her breast grew. Then he switched to the other using a regular motion to turn her skin bright red. All the while, her folds grew slicker and the pleasure increased.

  Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Jett circling her. Deciding which spot to beat next. The leather touched at her stomach and above her pussy and she flinched in anticipation. But Ethan had flogged her many times and could read her well. He wouldn’t give her what she expected.

  This time the flogger struck her back and buttocks and hard. There was no teasing touch and she screamed out in surprise. Thud, thud, thud. He whipped her until her skin felt like fire but it only increased the sensations boiling between her thighs.

  Suddenly the vibrations amplified, sending her sensitive clit into overdrive. She rocked and moved against the vibrating horse, so close to going over the edge. She peeled opened her eyes as Ethan came back in front and began to flog her stomach and pussy and her gaze immediately latched onto Jett’s.

  An explosive orgasm ripped through her and she shook against her restraints as her juices flooded across the bench. Ethan drew out her climax with a few well-timed spanks between her legs. The whole time, Jett watched her, expressionless. And foolishly she stared on, pretending it was his fingers or cock making her shake with pleasure.

  As her sex twitched and her legs grew lethargic, Ethan slowly turned off the vibrator and then released her hands. One of the other performers brought on a robe for her and Ethan wrapped it over her shoulders as he helped her off the bench.

  “Nice show, babe. I’ve not seen you come like that in a long time,” he murmured in her ear as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

  Grace gave him an affectionate squeeze and a spattering of applause sounded. She peeked over at Jett only to see that he’d gone. Her heart dropped as she scanned the room but saw no sign of him. Perhaps he’d been disappointed by the show. Which was a shame, because that orgasm was definitely all down to him.

  Chapter Two

  Shuddering as she stepped out into the early morning air, Grace pulled her coat tightly around her. She fished her car keys out of her handbag and wiped the fatigue from her eyes. The climax has cost her. She’d have to drop her daughter, Beth, off at school in a few hours so there was no point in going back to bed yet but all she wanted to do was have a nice hot bath and curl up on her bed.

  Her heart thudded against her ribs as she clutched her keys in her hand and glanced up. Jett rested against her car, the same nonchalant pose as he’d adopted in the club. Mouth dry, she darted a look around but the car park was empty. It was three in the morning and the majority of the girls and clients were still ‘occupied’.

  Don’t be foolish, she told herself. There was CCTV everywhere and all the clients at SinSity were thoroughly security checked upon their application to join. Just before Grace had started working there, the original owner has done a runner. Something to do with money laundering or something and the new owners had beefed up security. The fact that they took their worker’s safety so seriously was one of the reasons she’d decided to work there. That and the amazing pay. One day, she’d be able to escape London and her wretched ex-husband if she worked hard enough.

  Chin pulled up, she approached Jett, aware that her smile wobbled on her lips. He pulled himself straight and it struck Grace just how tall he and broad shouldered he was. She’d never been up so close to him and she had to crane her neck to get a good look at him under the street lights.

  “Hello, Grace,” he drawled. His voice was deep, sensual and it plucked at
something inside her.

  “Uh, hi.” She hadn’t even realised he knew her name. Somewhere, deep down, it flattered her feminine pride that he’d gone to the trouble of finding it out. “Can I help you?”

  “I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your show today. You were exquisite.”

  She licked her dry lips and stared at the keys in her hand. “Oh, thank you. I-I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “I enjoy all your shows. You perform with such genuine pleasure. But today was particularly spectacular.” He moved closer and she forced her head up as a hand pushed one of her dark brown locks behind her ear. “What were you thinking of to make you come so explosively?”

  Grace gaped as she met his green gaze. Did he know? Had he somehow figured out it was him she’d been thinking of? Surely not. And he’d watched her more than once. Why? She really didn’t see herself as spectacular. She swallowed as she considered how to answer. With a shrug, she released a small smile. “Oh I don’t know. Just stuff, you know?”

  “No, I don’t know. But I’d like to.”

  She frowned. “I don’t do one on one stuff, Mr Olsen.” She flicked a pointed glance at her watch. “If you’ll excuse me, I really need to get going.”

  Jett moved aside in a move that Grace hadn’t really expected and took the keys from her unresisting hand. Opening the car door for her, he pressed the keys into her palm and motioned for her to get in.

  “I won’t keep you.” A twisted smile slid across his sexy lips and it struck Grace how much it changed him. “But I would like to offer you a proposition. Something to think on. I won’t press you for an answer now.”

  Grace clutched her arms about herself as his gaze skimmed over her. Funny how she felt more vulnerable and exposed with her jeans and coat on when he looked at her like that than when she was up on stage. Curiosity got the better of her and she leaned back against the car, mimicking his earlier stance. “Okay, what is this proposition then?”

  “I’d like to help you, Gracie. I’ve heard that you’re having a few problems with Greg Fletcher.”

  Body rigid, Grace gave him a wary look. What did he want with her ex-husband? And how did he know about the problems she was having? “Things have been a bit tense with my ex, yes, but what’s it to do with you?”

  She knew she sounded rude and defensive but her life had been a nightmare since she’d left Greg. He wanted access to Beth even though the courts had denied him it. He was a drug user and a waste of space. Honestly, she wished she’d never got involved with him but she’d been young and foolish and blinded by his musical talent. She snorted inwardly. Not that it had ever got him anywhere.

  “Tense?” Jett questioned. “So him hitting and stalking you isn’t a problem?”

  A hand flew up to her face, her cheeks hot. She felt as if she’d been hit all over again. “H-how did you know about that?”

  “I know a lot of things.” His jaw tensed. “You did the right thing leaving him. You’re a special woman, Grace, and no woman deserves to be treated like that.”

  Grace blinked. Who was this man and why was he talking to her like that? She’d never even reported the time Greg had hit her. She’d just upped and left, moving back in with her mother who helped her once Beth was born. But then he’d started following her, sending threatening notes. Once the divorce went through, the courts took his visitation rights away after one too many arrests and cautions. But that didn’t stop him from trying to see Beth or her. Some days, he just sat outside their house. Thankfully he didn’t know she worked at SinSity or he’d probably be sat outside there too.

  “I really don’t think it’s any of your business.” The last thing she wanted was to get more people involved. Knowing Greg, the situation would just escalate. Life wasn’t great, but she had things under control. Well, she hoped she did anyway.

  “I can make it my business.”

  The dark look in his eyes sent a chill through her. “What do you mean?”

  “I can make sure Greg never lays a hand on you or your daughter ever. You will never see him again.”

  “I don’t want him killed!”

  Jett let out a disparaging laugh. “I’m not in the business of murdering people, darling. But I can be sure that he won’t ever want to go near you again. I can make life very uncomfortable for him.”

  “Why? Why do you even care?”

  He leaned in toward her, forcing her to bend back over the roof of the car. “As I said, you’re special. And I would like to make life better for you, if you’ll let me.”

  “And what do you want in return?”

  He smirked. “So cynical.” One fingertip brushed across her cheek. “But I would like something in return. One night.”

  She squeezed the keys in her hand until the metal bit into her palm. “One night?” One night with him? Was that what he meant? Just the thought of it sent her pulse racing, her cunt pulsing with excitement.

  Leaning forward, he loomed over her and dipped to brush the lightest kiss across her earlobe. “One night. This weekend. No limits, no safewords. You and me and one night,” he whispered. “I promise you, I will bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced. If you thought the orgasm you had tonight was powerful… well , let’s just say, by the time I’m finished with you, every orgasm of your life will pale in comparison.”

  Her legs juddered underneath her at his shockingly erotic words. Yes, she worked in a sex club but her sex life was pretty limited. Her busy schedule didn’t allow for dating and she wasn’t one for one night stands. At least she didn’t think she was.

  “I-I don’t know.” No limits? She wasn’t sure she could that. Her experience of BDSM was pretty limited and she knew the shows she put on were fairly tame compared to what many did. “I really don’t think—”

  He silenced her with a quick nip to her ear sending a jolt of pleasure/pain through her. “I can make your life so much easier for you. All you have to do is give me one night. That’s it.” He pulled back and slipped a hand into his pocket, withdrawing a business card and holding it out. “If you want that man out of your life, give me a call. I’ll make it happen.”

  And with that, he turned and strolled away.

  Drawing in a long breath, Grace watched his arrogant walk, the way his long legs moved easily and his muscled shoulders flexed against his work shirt. One night with Jett Olsen? What would that be like? She’d be safe. She was sure of that. The rigorous security systems at SinSity wouldn’t let any criminals or potential sickos in, but how far would he push her? With no safe words or limitations, he could very well break her and where would she stand then?

  And she hated to admit it, but his promise of mind-blowing orgasms was a really tempting proposition.

  Chapter Three

  Tired, confused and mildly turned on, Grace arrived home. She parallel parked the car in front of her mother’s house and grabbed her handbag off the seat. As she pushed open the door, it was yanked from her hand and a fist plunged through the open door to snatch at her coat. Before she had a moment to react, she was dragged to her feet.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as Greg hauled her onto the pavement and wrapped a hand around her neck. Clawing at his hand, she fought to break free but he was far stronger than her and she couldn’t even choke out a sound of surprise.

  “Where’ve you been? Cause I know you ain’t pulling nightshifts at the hospital like you said,” he spat, his face reddening and contrasting with his long blond hair. “Were you seeing someone? Have you been leaving Beth so you can go fuck someone?”

  Grace dug her nails into the hand around her neck but it made no difference. He was probably high, she concluded, and he wouldn’t notice if she hurt him anyway. She tried to kick out with her foot but the pressure on her neck became more extreme so she froze, aware Greg could well snap her neck in two if he wanted.

  “You’re a fucking whore,” he hissed, bringing his face close, “And I’m never going to leave you be. Not until you get it.
You and Beth belong to me.” He flung her back and she sprawled on the pavement, the gravel biting into her hands.

  She searched for a fiery comeback, for a determined declaration but she couldn’t. Her body shook and her mind reeled. Since the first time he’d hit her, he’d never laid a finger on her. His threats had been empty up until know. Greg released a laugh and turned, heading back to his car that she’d been too tired to even notice. She should call the police and report him if he was driving under the influence but she knew from experience they wouldn’t do much. And he’d broken his restraining order. But until he did anything, until he really harmed her, nothing could be done.

  Swiping the tears from her eyes, she pulled herself to her feet and swept the dirt from her coat. With shaking hands, she picked up her discarded handbag and pulled the phone and business card from it. Grace flung her bag back on the car seat and hastily pressed in the number, having to correct it at least three times as her trembling thumb refused to cooperate.

  She held her breath as it rang. Was she really going to do this? The ache around her neck sealed her determination. Yes, she wanted Greg out of her life for good and one night with Jett Olsen was an easy price to pay.

  “Grace?”

  Okay, this was weird. “How did you know it was me?” she blurted out.

  “Intuition.”

  Squeezing the phone, she pressed her lips together before uttering the words that would seal her fate. “I’ll do it.”

  “One night.”

  “Yes.”

  “You and me.”

  “Yes.”

  “No limits.”

  “No limits,” she confirmed.

  She could practically hear the smug smile stretching across his face.

  “Good. I’m going to send a car for you on Saturday night. 8 p.m. Wear something you’re not too bothered about. And some sexy underwear. And be sure to shave your pussy.”

  Her brain threatened to combust at his blunt words and the images that rocks her. Jett Olsen’s hands peeling off her underwear. Jett Olsen’s mouth against her skin. Jett Olsen’s fingers buried deep in her bare cunt. Her body heated at the very thought.