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  He chuckled, then turned to face the trio. “I figured I might as well jump back in with both feet. Nothing better than dealing with three horny subs. Have you found a playmate yet?”

  Eli would have been perfect for her tonight. He was one of the most flexible men she’d ever met at Mavericks, able to switch his persona to suit the needs of his partner far faster than anyone else of her acquaintance. “I just got here and am checking things out.”

  “Well, if you don’t find anyone to your satisfaction, come find me.” He looked her over, letting his gaze linger on her breasts. “I’m up for anything and I don’t plan on leaving until they kick me out.”

  A loud moan in between dance songs drew Eli’s attention back to his subs. The male sub had switched to the other girl and was finger-fucking her through the bars.

  “Nice to know he’s that flexible.” Tegan cocked her head to the side. “I might put him on my list too.”

  “You and your lists. It’s nice to know some things haven’t changed.” Eli picked up a riding crop from the floor and went over to the abandoned sub. “We can’t have you being left all alone now, can we?” The crack of the crop against her ass sent a shiver through Tegan. Damn, she really needed to get spanked tonight. Then fucked.

  Placing a kiss on Eli’s cheek sent another shiver of anticipation through her body, stopping squarely in her pussy. Yes, if she got lonely he would be the first person she sought out. With only a brief glance behind her, she continued on her way.

  The club had maintained the variety of wall rings, places where Doms could secure their submissives while they did wonderful things to their bodies. Only a few were in use tonight, and seeing as she didn’t recognize any of the people, she passed by quickly. There were so many things to see and hear, her mind was already reeling from sensory overload. Around the various areas, men and women danced to the beat laid out by the DJ. More flesh than clothing was on display as the bodies came together in a pulsating throng. She loved to dance, loved to lose herself to the beat of the music while hands touched her and bodies rubbed against hers. Often, she’d find a willing partner and they’d make their way to one of the private rooms. It was a great place to start and see which way the tides pulled her.

  She took a few steps to join the crowd when she saw Paul and Sadie coming down the stairs. All thoughts of sex and dancing were momentarily pushed aside as she made a beeline for her friends.

  “Look at you!” Tegan threw her arms around Sadie’s neck. “You’re glowing.”

  “Pregnancy will do that to a girl.” Paul put his arm around his wife’s waist. Pride and love shone through his gaze. “Not that you can tell. She’s perfect.”

  “I feel like a whale.” Sadie’s pout would have softened the hardest of hearts. “Look like one too.”

  “I wouldn’t have known if Ian hadn’t told me last week. You’ve been hiding this from us, because I know you weren’t showing the last time we had coffee, though that was more than a few months ago now.” Like so many of Mavericks’ members, Tegan was a regular at Pulled Long, the Long siblings’ coffee shop. Over the years she’d become friends with Sadie, though it had been a few months since they’d had the opportunity to spend any time together. “Why are you here?”

  “I couldn’t miss the big reopening.” As she looked up at her husband, it wasn’t hard to see how much in love they were. “He’s been freaking about wanting everything to be perfect. I was scared he’d hover behind the staff all night like a nervous daddy to be.”

  “I don’t freak.” He gave her ass a slap. “Josh was counting on me to make sure everything went without a hitch. I wasn’t about to disappoint him.”

  Tegan looked around again. “I haven’t been here long, but from what I could tell everyone is having an awesome time.”

  Paul shared a quick grin with his wife. “Ah, so you don’t know about all of the changes we’ve made, then.”

  Something in his voice said she was going to like where this conversation was headed. She had a reputation as one of the more adventurous patrons of the club, one that she enjoyed living up to. “What kind of changes?”

  Paul pointed toward the hallway in the corner that led to the bathrooms. “Did you know there’s a basement?”

  She blinked, looking between the two. “Basement? I had no idea and I’ve been coming here for years.”

  “Josh used it as storage. At the time he didn’t have the funds to do what he wanted with the space.” Crossing his arms, Paul grinned. “I ended up having some extra cash after the rest of the renovations were completed, so we expanded.”

  “To the basement?” It took her brain a few seconds to catch up. “Oh my God, you put in a dungeon. A real one?”

  “With dungeon masters and everything.” He chuckled. “I’m not going to get tired of seeing that expression on people. I knew it was the right move.”

  “He’s been playing it up all night.” Sadie gave his shoulder a light hit. “He’ll be arrogant about it for weeks.”

  “He should be! That’s like a dream come true in this place.” Tegan added a mental subsection to her list—Things to Try in the Dungeon. Maybe she’d need an entirely new list for that.

  “Now, before you run off to the basement, we changed things upstairs as well.” Paul held out his hand for her. She let herself be pulled into his side and escorted around. “You can see the changes we made here. The beds here along the wall and under the stairs are designed to give those who’ve had enough fun watching, a place to act out. The linen is clean and changed after each use.

  “The spanking bench and cage are new. I loved the idea of the wall holders, so they stayed. It was Sadie’s idea to put the suspension bars over in the far right corner. People can be secured out in the open where anyone can touch them.”

  Tegan hadn’t seen that yet, but it was certainly appealing. “I have to say I was a bit disappointed to see the cross was gone.”

  “Well, the original one was ruined in the fire. But I wouldn’t be too upset.” Paul lowered his mouth so Tegan could feel his breath on her neck. “There’s a new one upstairs in one of the private rooms. And more than a few in the dungeon. Josh will go ape-shit when he finds out.”

  The cross had been one of Tegan’s favorite items to play with. Sometimes she’d been frustrated with it being up on the stage, forcing her to be public with her time rather than in a more intimate setting. The appeal of having access to one in a private room had her wanting to grab Eli and go try it out. Funny how she’d inevitably come around to him in her mind. If only he’d seemed more interested in her than simply in playing.

  “Are there any other surprises I should be aware of?” She couldn’t look at Paul, scared that she’d give in to the temptation of kissing him.

  “More than a few. I’m keeping the rest to myself and will let everyone discover them on their own.”

  Paul was known as a tease at the club. She’d had a bit of a thing for him herself before he’d become attached to Sadie. Now he was simply the sexy, unattainable guy she fantasized about. Well...him and Sadie both, if she were honest. She knew they’d had a threesome with Josh—everyone knew that, given the amount of eye-fucking that had gone on between them once upon a time—but it was clear they were now a contained couple. Hands off, girl.

  “I guess I have more than my fair share of options tonight.” This was better than having an extended present opening at Christmas. “I’m not sure where to even begin.”

  “Knowing you the way I do,” Sadie said, leaning across her husband, “I’d think the dungeon would be an awesome place to check out.”

  “Hey, how many times did we have to kick her off the cross over the years?” Paul chuckled. “I could give you a key to get upstairs to the private rooms. You could go exploring.”

  Both options would give her a wild time. And yet, she wasn’t su
re if she wanted to do either alone. She could also go in search of Eli and see what he was up for.

  Go on a dungeon crawl.

  Take the key to the private rooms.

  Go find Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  A New Beginning

  Go Back

  Tegan held the embossed invitation between her thumb and forefinger as she crossed the street toward the club. The air was chilly for May, but there was no way she was going to hide under a jacket tonight. Not after the hours she’d spent getting ready. She’d redone her makeup twice in an attempt to project the perfect image—a combination of innocence and experience. She had to cover all her bases, because tonight the sky was the limit.

  God, she hadn’t been this excited about going out for a night on the town in nearly a year. It was as though she’d been transported back to her university days—the energy she’d always had running beneath the surface of her skin, ready to burst forth. It didn’t matter that she’d be going on her own, because tonight wasn’t about having a run with the girls through the various places in Toronto’s club district. Tonight was something special, something more. Not the sort of thing most of her girlfriends would understand.

  Mavericks had finally reopened.

  “Tegan!” She turned to see a trio standing near the front of the line—Jasmine, Stef and Hanna. The girls waved madly, Stef bouncing in her stilettos as she yelled, “I knew you’d be here tonight.”

  “Are you kidding me? I had it circled in red marker on my calendar, like, three months ago.” The sad thing was she’d actually done that. “Is Gavin coming?”

  “Bastard had to work. I think he’s going to try and leave early so he can make at least a part of tonight.”

  “I’ll keep my eyes open, then.”

  Jasmine turned Stef’s face and started kissing her, effectively ending the conversation. Tegan couldn’t help but giggle. “I’ll see you in there.”

  The lineup was less organized than what she would have expected, but far less crazy than she would have imagined, given the significance of the evening. Like many of the club’s members, she’d been devastated when she’d learned of the attack on Josh and the subsequent fire that had destroyed much of the inside of the building. Mavericks was one of the few places she could let her guard down and be herself. Even now as she stood outside, wearing her black corset, leather skirt and high heels, she wasn’t scared to let anyone see her.

  It had taken her a long time to come to that level of peace when it came to her sexual preferences. She’d been uneasy in her own skin growing up, not fully understanding the mixed signals her body continued to send her during her awakening sexuality. And while her parents were awesome, she couldn’t imagine going to her mom with questions like, “I get aroused when I pinch my nipples really hard and slap my own ass. Is that normal?”

  Thank God for the internet.

  Still, that was years ago and she now knew not only what she liked, but exactly where to go to scratch the various itches she developed. Wouldn’t her coworkers freak if they realized what she liked to do on a Friday night.

  Tie me up. Tie me down. Turn around and let me flog you.

  Woohoo!

  The crowd continued to buzz as the line grew. Tegan found her spot quickly, chatting quietly with some of the others she recognized from before the fire. Even as she laughed about the crappy remake that was the current big release in the theaters, her mind was distracted. She couldn’t imagine they’d have made too many changes to Mavericks during the rebuilding. While Josh was known for his creativity, he’d also prided himself on consistency. Not that Josh was running the club anymore—which still felt weird to her—so things were definitely up in the air.

  Her anticipation stretched tight from the waiting, making her squirm. There were so many possibilities and with her imagination she couldn’t help but make the possible scenarios more elaborate with each passing moment. Were there new rooms? Equipment? Would she find someone who’d be willing to play with her?

  The answer to that last question better be an unequivocal yes. If nothing else, Mavericks would give her the chance to find the right person, someone new or someone familiar. They’d find that spark, a connection that she’d hoped would last beyond a night.

  Because if truth be told, she was getting tired of being single. The year away from the club had shown her that. It wasn’t simply enough to have a place to go and have kinky sex. She was looking for the right man to go with her. More than that, she wanted to share the rest of her life with him. Her work friends only saw part of who she was. Likewise, her Mavericks friends. There had to be someone out there who would want to know all of her. Who’d want to curl up on her couch and watch cheesy action flicks before going off to the bedroom for some kinky fun.

  She just had to find the right him.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please.” Leo, one of the bouncers, filled the doorway. “If you’re not a member, meaning you don’t have an invitation, you will not be getting in tonight. Our apologies, but the opening is a special event for existing members only. No bribes. No pouting. No offers of quickies in the alley. Nothing. You can leave now, but we’ll see you again soon.”

  Tightening her hold on her invitation, Tegan watched as several couples drifted away. Things would get back to normal soon enough, but it was awesome to know that tonight the club’s reopening would be the normal group. Her friends, an odd sort of extended kinky family who looked out for one another.

  She’d really missed them.

  The conversations died down even as Tegan felt the anticipation of the crowd build. Each step closer to the door sent nervous excitement jolting through her body. She’d kept this side of herself pushed down while Mavericks had been closed, not wanting to risk going to another club and not finding what she wanted. Here, there was comfort and familiarity, two things she appreciated when it came to her sex life.

  “Ah, Tegan, sweetie. You’re lookin’ hot tonight.” Leo took her invitation when it was finally her turn to step up to the door. “Makes me wish I wasn’t working the late shift.”

  “All you do is tease. You’re no action.” Not that she’d ever said anything to him, but she’d always had a bit of a thing for the bouncer. “One of these nights you’re going to have to ask Josh for a night off so you can come play.”

  “I would, but Josh isn’t running the club anymore.”

  “Shit, right. Habit. How’s he doing?”

  “The club in Vancouver has really taken off. Paul said Josh will be flying here next month to check in on us and see how we’re all doing. I got the feeling, though, he wanted to let Paul get things up and running, establish himself as the new manager with everyone before he showed up again.”

  Someone behind them coughed loud enough to interrupt their conversation. Of course, everyone was anxious to get in there and she was holding up the show. Turning, she made a point of looking contrite. “Sorry.”

  “You always loved the attention,” someone shouted from the back. She flipped them the finger, laughing as she did.

  “Well, talk to Paul about it. See if he’ll cut you some slack.” She winked at him. “I better get moving.”

  Leo winked back as she sauntered by and into the darkness of the club.

  God, she wanted to savor this moment. Moving slowly, she let the pounding beat of the music wash over her. The heavy bass sent an echoing thud through her chest that rivaled her heartbeat. The trance beat was wordless and she found herself moving to the rhythm as she stepped from the dark entrance and into the main floor of the club.

  Wow.

  Everything had changed and yet it was all still familiar.

  The bar had been moved to the far left side of the room and was now up on a raised semicircle platform. Black lights illuminated th
e members, casting a weird violet glow across the myriad fabrics, body paints and jewelry. She didn’t recognize either of the bartenders, but that wasn’t surprising. Nearly a year after the fire, having some staff turnover was to be expected.

  The biggest change was on the main floor itself. Gone was the small stage that once held the large St. Andrew’s Cross, the main attraction of the floor. In its place were a series of smaller areas, each one designed to appeal to a particular kink. Dear God, the exhibitionists were going to go insane down here.

  She wanted to see as many of the changes as possible before she decided what she was in the mood for tonight. No sense in coming to Mavericks with a closed mind. Experimentation was half the point in showing up. The other half was finding the right partner to meet her needs.

  Not wanting to cloud her mind with alcohol and risk being denied the opportunity to get involved in any of the club’s more ambitious scenes, she bypassed the bar and made her way to the closest of the features.

  The spanking bench was situated directly on the floor. The black leather was barely visible, covered by the naked body of a female sub. With her ass thrust high in the air, the woman squirmed and moaned as her Dom circled around her.

  “You liked that.” He ran a hand down the swell of her ass. “Yeah, of course you did. You little slut.” He lifted up the paddle and swung it hard, connecting with her ass.

  Ouch.

  Tegan didn’t mind a good spanking, in fact it was one of the things on her To Do list tonight. But this couple was clearly one of the more extreme ones who frequented Mavericks. From the way she lifted her ass to meet each slap of the paddle, the woman was getting off big-time on the pain. Welts had already begun to form, and she knew there would need to be some serious aftercare when the sub came down from the high she was on.

  Maybe if she found the right partner tonight she’d let herself get tied up. She had no problem being a sub for the right Dom, but it would take a special man for her to give up that amount of control. For the time being, she planned to check out the other features. The bench wasn’t going anywhere.