Law of Temptation: A Club Temptation Novella (Club Temptation Collection)

by Lexi Noir

  Chapter 7

  Logan

  It’s been three weeks since I met Emmeline. Three weeks and we’ve been at the club mostly every night. She’s unlike any of the other women I’ve had sub for me; it’s like as soon as she steps foot into the door, her body and mind know that she’s safe and I’d never hurt her. That’s the sexiest thing in the world.

  I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone else; she’s perfect for me. The only downside is, she doesn’t want anything to do with me outside of the club and that pisses me off.

  The case we are working on has us in close proximity at least three times a week as we try to reach an agreement so that neither party has to go to court, and she acts as though I don’t exist. I’m fine with that. Emmeline is a strong, sassy woman and she’s earned the respect that she got from her peers. Having them learn that she’s a submissive in the bedroom could make that hard earned respect disappear. I get it. What I don’t understand is the need for her to pretend as though I don’t exist to her outside of the club. She doesn't answer my calls or messages. How am I to know if she’s okay?

  I stride into her office building, as I've been summoned by her boss. That asshole tries to take over her case. One thing about Emmeline Jacobs is she’s the best damn attorney there is and she doesn’t need anyone dictating to her what to do. That fucker of a boss constantly undermines her when others are around.

  “Oh, Logan,” Mollie says, lust coating her voice. I bite back the sigh, she’s been flirting with me for weeks. She’s pretty if you’re into the shy type. “Emme didn’t say that you were coming in today. Can I get you anything?”

  So Emmeline’s boss never told her about this meeting. “No, thank you, Mollie. I just need to talk to Emmeline before we begin our meeting. Is she busy?”

  Her cheeks heat and she shakes her head. “No, she’s free. You can go right in.”

  “Thanks,” I murmur as I stride past her and towards Emmeline’s office. I raise my hand and knock.

  “Come in,” her husky voice calls out and my cock starts to stir to life as it does whenever it hears her voice. “Oh, Logan,” she says with a frown when I walk into her office. I close the door behind me, not wanting to be overheard. “What are you doing here?” She spits and this is why I fucking love being around her. She’s all fire and sass. I’m not sure what I prefer, her being her confident self or having her submit to me and calling me Sir?

  “I was summoned,” I tell her and watch as she frowns. “Your boss called and demanded a meeting.”

  Her eyes flash fire and I smirk. “What the hell? And why are you smirking?”

  I move so that I’m leaning over her desk my face just inches from hers. “Kitten,” I say huskily and her eyes dilate. “When you’re in the club, you’re my kitten and I fucking love it.” She shivers at my words, her tongue darting out and licking her lips. It takes every inch of will power not to ravish her mouth. “But when you’re here you’re a fucking tiger and, baby, I love both. So get off that pretty ass of yours and go give your boss hell.”

  She shocks the shit out of me when she leans forward and gives me a quick peck on my lips. “Don’t get used to it,” she tells me as she gets up from her chair. “Did he tell you why he called you in?”

  I shake my head. “No, he demanded my presence.”

  She smiles. “I guess he’s got two pissed off attorneys today.” She moves around her desk to go to the door, but I snag her hand and pull her toward me. She pushes against me but I hold onto her waist, not wanting to let her go just yet. “Logan.” There’s that pissed off tone that I fucking love.

  “I know, kitten, not at work. Tonight, you’re coming to the club and we’re going to be moving up to the cane.” She swallows at my words. I’ve been going slowly for her, building her up; she fucking came apart at the seams when I used the flogger on her ass. My girl is so responsive. I rewarded her a lot that night.

  She licks her lips again. I’ve come to realize she does that when she’s nervous. “Why?”

  “Because I want to push you to your limits. Because I can. You know that I’d never hurt you, Emmeline. You’ve never questioned me before; why now?” I release her and step backward, running a hand down my suit jacket to smooth it.

  She nods. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll see you tonight. Nine?”

  I move past her to the door and open it. “Nine,” I say and get the hell out of there, needing to put space between us before I lose my mind and tell her that I’m pissed. I’d never take it out on her, that’s not who I am. I give my subs all of me and I expect the same, but with Emmeline, she’s holding back and I hate it. Sooner or later this is going to come to a head and I have a feeling that when it does, I’m not going to like the outcome.

  “Ah, Logan, you’re here,” Peter says as he walks out of his office. “I’ve the conference room set up for us. If you’d follow me.” He starts to move toward the conference room.

  “Is this about the Chaulcer-Lyon case?” I ask and the jackass stops in his tracks. “Is it?” You can’t miss the anger laced in my words.

  He turns to face me a deep frown on his face. “Well, yes.”

  “Then I suggest you get Ms. Jacobs. After all, this is her client.” I don’t let him answer. I storm into the conference call; Mollie looks up from her seat and blushes. This shit is getting old. I take a seat that’s located away from Mollie but also has direct sight to the reception where I see Emmeline walking toward Peter, her strides purposeful and her face full of anger.

  “What the hell, Peter?” Emmeline hasn’t been able to keep the pissed tone from her voice. “This is my case. Keep pushing and I’ll walk.” I believe her. She doesn’t deserve to be undermined, especially when she’s doing a fucking amazing job.

  “Emme, this is a huge case,” Peter tells her, trying to placate her.

  “I have it handled.” She fumes, “I know what I’m doing. Mr Tate’s client isn’t going to win if this goes to court; we all know that. Having you interfere just undermines me and tells everyone that you don’t trust me.”

  “What? Well that’s preposterous…”

  “Be that as it may, but it is what you’re doing. Do it again and I’ll walk away. You’re forgetting that I haven’t signed my new contract just yet. I have one week left before my current contract is up.” Damn, she’s fucking fiesty. She’s no push over and I think that’s what draws me to her.

  Heels click against the tiled floor as she hits the conference room. “Mr Tate, I do apologize for that.” She throws a hand behind her indicating what I overheard between her and Peter. “Is there another offer on the table?” she asks and I’m fucking proud that she’s able to push through the anger and act professional.

  “No,” I tell her as I try to fight my smile.

  She nods. “Then I do apologize for your wasted journey. I have spoken to my client already today and he agrees with me. Mr Lyon will not be settling for anything less than what he’s owed. Until you have something to offer that suits, there’s nothing for us to discuss.”

  I get to my feet and smile. “No worries, Ms. Jacobs. I look forward to seeing you in action in court.”

  “Good day,” she says and turns on her heel. My eyes are glued to her ass as she walks back to her office, I know for certain that she’s added an extra sway in her steps because she knows that I’m an ass man and I’d be fucking staring.

  “I’m sorry you had to hear that, Logan,” Peter says, looking somewhat harassed. It’s his own damn fault.

  “She’s a formidable opponent,” I tell him as I go to leave the room. “I’ll deal with Ms. Jacobs from now on,” I tell him and move toward the elevator.

  I can feel eyes on me. I know that it’s Emmeline. When I enter the elevator, I spin and hit the button for the ground floor and smile when I see Emmeline standing in her office with her arms folded over her beautiful chest. I smirk and watch as her eyes narrow.

  As the elevator doors close, I can only think about ton
ight. My cock strains, begging to be free. I get one last look at the beautiful woman that’s somehow managed to invade most of my thoughts.

  Don’t worry, kitten, tonight you’re all mine and I’m going to give you the most immense pleasure of your life. You’ll be begging for more.

  Chapter 8

  Emme

  I’ve got ten minutes before Logan collects me and I’m trying to get my emotions in check. When Logan appeared at the door to my office I had a mix of emotions. The first was What the hell is he doing here? And the other was, God, he’s so sexy.

  I’m finding it hard to keep our private life and work life separate, but it’s getting harder. I’ve seen him so much over the last few weeks and if I’m honest with myself, I want more. But I’m scared. I’m frightened that Logan just wants me to submit to him. We work so well together in the club. As soon as I step through the door, I’m his and will do whatever he wants. I don’t do it to make him happy. I do it because I need to just forget about everything and let someone else take over my control.

  I think because I have so much power and control in my job and my life, I relish the thought of handing it over to someone else. However, that doesn't mean that I want to be a submissive in every aspect of my life. I don’t want someone telling me what to do or how I can do it. I don’t want to lose that independent part of me. I know that if I keep doing this with Logan that I’m going to lose a part of me. A part of me that I love. I love that I’m ballsy and independent. I love that I’m feisty and want to argue my case. I need to be like that to make a success of my career, and I’ve worked so hard that I promised myself that I would never lose that part of me for love.

  There’s a knock at my door and I jump. Taking a deep breath and putting a smile on my face, I open the door. Before I have a chance to say hello, Logan is pushing his way into my apartment and he’s pinning me to the nearest wall. “I’ve wanted to do this all day since I walked into your office.” He kisses me, devours me, and takes a part of my soul with him.

  When he pulls back, I’m all kinds of confused. I want a man to do this to me. To help me forget about my day at work and worship me. I just know that I don’t want it more than I want to be successful.

  Putting a smile on my face, I say, “Hi.”

  He laughs. “Hi. I’m sorry but you’re all I’ve thought about today.”

  Maybe he does want me for who I am and not just his submissive.

  “I can’t wait to run the cane over your backside. I’ve thought about it all day and how I want to bend you over the spanking bench. See your ass, full and ready for me.”

  And there it is. He only wants the submissive me.

  “Let’s go,” I say as I turn to open the door. I see darkness cloud his eyes, then he smiles and walks out waiting outside for me to lock the door.

  Logan opens the car door for me and he buckles me in. It’s such a sweet gesture and I’d love someone to cherish me that much all the time. We are silent in the car until we get to Club Temptation.

  “Are you okay, Emmeline? You’re very quiet tonight.” His face is full of concern.

  “I’m fine. I’m a little pissed off at Peter. I avoided him all day because I thought I was going to explode.”

  “It was underhanded and I don’t even know what he wanted. I left just after you did.” Logan gets out of his side of the car and walks over to mine. Opening the door, he reaches out his hand to take mine and help me out. When I stand fully before him, he kisses me. “Don’t let him undermine you. You were perfect today. He knows not to push your buttons again.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.” He closes the door and puts his hand on my lower back. His heat warms my whole body and something clicked in me. I’m looking forward to tonight. I need the pain that the cane is no doubt going to give me.

  It’s so strange the feeling that washes over me as soon as I step into the club. It’s a feeling of being safe.

  “You ready for the cane, kitten?” Logan squeezes my hand as we walk past the rooms where scenes are playing out.

  “Yes, sir.” I look up at him and see the smile on his face when I call him that.

  “You’re going to love it, kitten.”

  He opens the door at the end of the corridor and I walk inside. Looking around it’s the same as any other night, but it feels different. There’s something coursing through my body and I can’t put my finger on it.

  I hear the click of the door and know that’s my cue to take my clothes off. Silently I slip off my dress, bending over as I step out of it. I have my red lace underwear on tonight and I know that he’s dying to remove them himself.

  “Leave your shoes on, kitten.” His voice washes over me and engulfs me. Every nerve is on edge, my hairs on my arm are standing up straight. I feel him come closer and stand behind me. My body is on fire wanting him to touch me. I want to lose myself in this feeling, even though I never wanted anyone to have this much control over me.

  He breathes on my neck, he’s that close. I drop my head. “I want you so much. I love how your body responds to me. I know that if I turn you around right now, your nipples are standing to attention. They’re begging for me to bite them. To give you that bite of pain. Am I right, kitten?”

  Before I get a chance to answer he turns me around and I see his gaze drop from my face to my nipples. He’s right; they’re standing to attention begging for him to bite them or twist them. I need to feel that pain to take away all the feelings that I’m having.

  He reaches out and grabs one nipple between his fingers and he pulls it, causing a small amount of pain. Then he leans down and takes it in his mouth, through the lace of my bra. When he puts his teeth around it and looks up at me, I can’t take my eyes off him as he bites down. The adrenaline courses through my body as the pain floods my brain. I moan. I love this pain. It takes away any other problem that I have.

  “Kitten,” he says with his deep, raspy voice. He’s trying to control himself, but I can see his lust in his eyes. “Go to the spanking bench,” he demands in his forceful, deep Dom voice.

  I don’t hesitate. I don’t answer him back. I just glide over to the bench.

  “Lean over.”

  I do. Then I feel his hand caressing my ass and legs, before he pulls my panties down and slips them off. He opens my bra and takes it off so that my breasts are now free. His finger runs down every bump on my spine, slowly. He knows how to drive me insane and he knows I like it. I love the freedom, but I also love that I have to control my urges until he tells me I can let go.

  When he leaves me to walk to the other side of the room, I turn my head. My back feels cold without him behind me. He walks up to the canes that are hanging off a shelf. He runs his fingers down them all and when he finds one he likes he takes it down and bends it between his two hands. “This one is more flexible, kitten. It won’t hurt as much as the others.”

  “Is it going to hurt bad?” I croak.

  He smiles. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I’m just going to bring to the edge of pain and pleasure. You trust me don’t you?”

  I nod.

  “I want words, Emmeline. I need to hear them so I don’t do something you don’t want me to.”

  “Yes, sir. I want you to take me to the edge of pain and pleasure.”

  I turn to face the floor again as he moves closer. “Give me your hand, kitten.”

  I reach back and he places the cane in my hand. “Feel it. Touch it.”

  I do and then he smacks my hand with it. It smarts, but the pain isn’t bad. “That’s as hard as I’ll go tonight; we can go harder another time.”

  Another time. He says that like we are guaranteed to have another time. I’m not so sure I can give him my heart and he’s so close to taking it.

  Concentrating on him, I feel him rub some oil onto my ass. He takes his time rubbing it in and taking my globes into his hands. He spreads my cheeks and I can feel him staring. “I’m going to take this sweet ass as mine soon. Not today, but soon I’m g
oing to fuck you so hard in the ass you won’t be able to sit down for days.”

  I can feel my juices as they start to secrete. He’s such a turn on and I love when he talks dirty to me.

  Suddenly he slaps my ass. “I just need to prepare your ass for the cane, kitten. Remember your safe word and make sure you say it loud if you want me to stop. If it becomes too much then just talk to me. Okay?”

  “Yes, sir.” I relax over the spanking bench and wait for the next thing to touch my ass. It’s the cane. He rolls it around over my ass cheek and then it leaves my body. I tense, preparing for the hit.

  “Don’t tense, Emmeline. It hurts more. Just relax and think about me fucking your mouth with my cock.”

  I relax every muscle in my body and try to picture what he just said. It’s not hard to think about because his cock was only in my mouth the night before.

  When the first hit comes, my whole body moves against the bench. I scream out. “Shit.”

  His hand rubs the spot where he hit me. Then he does it again. And again. After six hits he stops. “Are you okay? Is it too much?”

  “No, it’s good, I was just surprised.” I can feel my juices trickling down my leg and I’m not surprised when he inserts a finger into my pussy. Then he hits me again and this time I clamp down on his finger. He chuckles and does it again.

  His whole body leans over mine. “Imagine my finger in your ass while I cane you. God, that’s going to be so beautiful when I do that.” I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass cheeks through his trousers.

  I wiggle to feel more of him. “Stop that, kitten. It’s not yours yet. I want you to come for me when I cane you again. Let those muscles go and just release everything you have.”

  He lifts the cane and then when it touches my ass cheek, I scream once again but this time as pleasure courses through me my orgasm screams out of my body. The lights flash in front of my eyes and I feel that I’m drifting out of my body. Logan gives me a few minutes then he stands in front of me, his cock in his hand. When I look up I open my mouth and he fucks it with his hard and rigid cock.