Aspen Read Online Fiona Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Fiona Cole Advertisement1

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Did people wear clothes in sex clubs or was it some kind of nudist colony?

Jesus.

I shook my head, derailing the endless flow of panicked thoughts and latched on to what I knew.

Lucian explained their cocktail style dress code.

They definitely wore clothes. Yes.

I rubbed my temples and groaned. What had Lucian gotten me into?

Taking a deep breath, I snatched the first item of clothing off my bed and held it up to my chest.

The bedroom lights shined against the sequin dress and reflected sparkles around the room. Like a beacon, begging for attention.

I eyed my phone on the dresser and considered messaging him that something—anything—came up, and I couldn’t go.

But then I remembered his length pressed against me.

I remembered his moan against my back.

I remembered the thrill of excitement that shot from his hands shackled around my wrists to my core.

I remembered the curiosity that still lingered.

I remembered his words promising me I wasn’t broken.

I remembered the way the promise soothed the jagged edge of my anger, leaving room for questions to break through.

I remembered him using the word us when he mentioned enjoying different pleasures. It made me feel less alone. It made me feel like maybe something wasn’t wrong with me.

I remembered his assurances that experiencing this club would allow me an opportunity to understand my reaction to him spanking me.

I remembered his promise that I’d be able to let go and learn without judgment—that maybe I’d learn other ways to release the pressure I kept such a tight hold of.

No, I couldn’t cancel.

I needed to go. Even if I did walk into some nudist colony. I’d just hope they had modesty underwear and pasties for a newbie.

A manic laugh bubbled free, imagining the scenario—my face when we walked in, and they asked for my clothes. A dark room with whips and cries of pleasure. I imagined it all until the laugh broke off as fast as it came. I sucked in a quick breath at the thought of seeing Lucian’s body completely bare. Waves of sensations I didn’t want to explain cascaded down my spine.

My phone vibrated, saving me from my useless inner turmoil.

Mr. D&D: I’m here.

I exhaled. “Well, it’s too late to back out now, Aspen. Time to suck it up and just do it.” I donned the dress and, with one last look in the mirror, I fluffed my hair and headed out, snagging my purse along the way.

I didn’t know what to expect, but finding Lucian leaning against the side of his car at my curb like some kind of teen-love movie was not it. Despite looking almost the same as in the office, I still faltered over my steps. Maybe it was the missing tie and a few extra buttons undone. Or perhaps it was the dark night accentuating his already dangerous vibe. Or it could have been his tousled hair that made him look like he’d already come from a sex club.

I had to get over that last one quick, because if seeing him on the street made me stumble, then seeing him surrounded by sex would lead to an epic faceplant.

Without saying a word, he opened my door and shut it behind me. Then he climbed behind the wheel and off we went, silent throughout the entire drive. I alternated between watching the city lights flash by and stealing glances to catalogue the differences between this Lucian and the one from the office.

Before I knew it, we pulled into a parking lot next to a renovated historic building. I searched the area, shocked to realize I’d walked past this building a million times and not once had I suspected it to be a sex club.

The Berkshire.

The arched doorway of the stone and brick building shined under the bright lights, casting everything around it in shadow—calling me like a moth to a flame. I wrapped my hand around the handle, ready to go, when Lucian’s voice broke the silence, halting my exit. “Aspen.”

I looked back to find his dark eyes waiting for mine. He adjusted in his seat, giving me his full attention. I released the handle and sat back.

“Upon entering, you will be required to sign an NDA to protect the other members and yourself in the club. Usually, bringing an unvetted guest is not allowed. However, I vouched for you to the owner. So, please don’t embarrass me.”

“Thanks for your vote of confidence,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“It’s not that I think you would cause a scene,” he explained with a deadpan stare. “But there is a wide variety of activities you will observe throughout the club, and I need your assurance that you can control any and all reactions. Although, I’m sure you’ll have no problem containing your cold emotions behind a stoic expression.”

I huffed a laugh, imagining bursting his bubble when I admitted I used my cold attitude as a shield after years of people telling me my emotions were too big, too loud, or too volatile and using them against me. “I’ll do my best.”


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