Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) Read online

  “She’s nice,” Mariah promised.

  She?

  As the chair turned, Abigail was surprised to see the crossed thighs of a woman with sleek black hair and violet eyes pressing her long fingers together. Nice? She looked everything but, and Abigail was ready to take her chances on the shadowy staircase when she spoke.

  “This is your friend?” the woman asked.

  She said it like it was a burden, and maybe it was. Maybe Mariah was about to give up what was working for her at Abigail’s expense.

  “This is Abby, Mistress Serena,” Mariah said.

  Oh God. What the hell am I getting myself into?

  “And even if she doesn’t look it, she knows her stuff.”

  Lies and truth had never danced so close together, and Abigail was about to speak when something in Mariah’s eyes kept her silent, kept her believing in the falsehood.

  “Abby,” Mistress Serena said. “Interesting.”

  Standing to her full height, the woman eclipsed the friends with her slender shadow. Mariah smiled up at her, and Abigail trembled. She shouldn’t be here. She had no place in this world, and once Mistress Serena figured that out, it would be bad for Mariah.

  “I… I should be---”

  The ebony-haired woman rapped her palm on the desk, and Abigail started to total attention.

  “Your friend set this up,” Mistress Serena said. “And you are not about to tell me that you’re going to let her down.”

  God damn it, Mariah. Why did I let you convince me that this was a good idea? Why---?

  “Stand up straighter!”

  Abigail hesitated for all of a second, but when Mariah nudged her ribs, Abigail tossed her shoulders back and stepped slowly to the center of the room as Mistress Serna surveyed the wares.

  “And you have done this before, right?”

  Shock filled her eyes as she met Mariah’s stare, but a wink told Abigail that she had better get on board lest she spoil the show. Mariah had to have done the same thing. And now it was her turn.

  Nodding her head, Abigail lied that all was well, that she had done this a million times with a million other men.

  “Can you tell me where you’ve played before?” Serena asked as she played with Abigail’s hair.

  When Abigail couldn’t name one club in New York or any other city, Serena glared at Mariah and started to dismiss her as a poser or a bored vanilla that just wanted to indulge in some dark leanings when her clients paid for much more.

  “I’ve told you that we need experienced girls on the clock,” Mistress Serena said. “You can’t just bring anyone in off the street and expect that I’ll take her in like some stray cat.”

  Cat. At least she didn’t say dog.

  “What does she even know about submitting?” Mistress Serena asked.

  Nothing. That was the truth. But sometimes a good front was all that needed to convince any man or woman that she could get the job done. Pepper that with an air of mystery, and there was her opening, and Abigail held onto it tight with both hands.

  “Maybe… maybe I should just show you,” Abigail murmured.

  Her entire body quivered as she hung her head. Reaching behind her head, Abigail lifted her hair and revealed her ivory neck. Falling to her knees, she held her breath and waited.

  “What the hell is this?” Mistress Serena asked. Abigail could tell that the question was intended for Mariah, and knowing her place and the role that she was supposed to play, Abigail remained silent as she felt the other woman circling her prostrate from, her eyes burrowing into her skin.

  “Are you going to say something for yourself?” Mistress Serena asked.

  Now! Do it now.

  Lifting her eyes, hardly believing where she was and what she was about to do, Abigail swallowed and smiled shyly.

  “Am I… am I permitted to speak?” Abigail asked.

  Something in that seemed to put Mistress Serena off her game, and she took a small step back as she pressed her hands to the leather that clung to her sleek waist.

  “Go on,” Mistress Serena said, obviously intrigued.

  It’s a job, Abby. You need the money. Mariah says that it’s safe. You can trust her.

  Abigail could lie and say that she’d done her best work under another name. But Mistress Serena was a woman with connections in this strange new world. She’d sniff out any tall tale and send Abigail away without any hope for the future before she was even off her knees. And Mariah deserved her best efforts. So it fell to Abigail to play the part and make it convincing.

  “See… see the thing is… my experience is… private. And I’m not one to kiss and tell.”

  That worked; there was no way that this woman could know every man in town who was secretly into whips and leather and everything else on full display on her website.

  “See, Serena,” Mariah interjected, her voice a little too eager. “I told you---”

  “Be still,” Mistress Serena ordered. Obeying, Mariah held back and picked at her nails. This wasn’t the Mariah that Abigail knew all too well. Her friend was never one to wilt like a shy violet and hold her tongue, and Abigail was not accustomed to waiting on her knees as a strange woman grazed her fingers against her cheek.

  “Let me see the neck again,” she ordered.

  Bowing her head, Abigail felt Mistress Serena’s hot breath on her burning flesh. A low moan left her lips, and Mistress Serena sniffed her hair before whispering into her ear.

  “Do you do girls, too? “ Mistress Serena asked. “Is that part of your private experience?”

  For a second, Abigail was too stunned to speak. She knew enough to appreciate the beauty of a stunning woman when she crossed her path; she often felt a mixture of admiration and envy when she looked at Mariah. But that also wasn’t her scene, and she wasn’t sure---

  Do you want the job or not, Abby?

  Her inner voice caused her to nod, and Mistress Serena pressed her long fingers under Abigail’s chin and smiled widely as she fingered her cheek.

  “Let’s see it then,” the woman ordered.

  Mistress Serena’s eyes stayed open, and Abigail leaned closer to her parted lips. The woman’s breath was a mixture of mint and tobacco, but there were worse things than accepting her waiting, watering mouth. Abigail started to close her eyes and dive in for the kiss when Mistress Serena snapped her fingers, forcing Abigail out of her reverie.

  “Eyes open,” she ordered. “The whole time.”

  Licking her lips, Abigail moved forward, and Mistress Serena pressed against her mouth. Abigail tried to focus on nothing but the moist warmth as the woman’s tongue bathed the insides of her cheeks, her teeth, and she was struck most by the way that Serena’s eyes never blinked. This was what the clients would want, every aspect of her body, even her eyes, enslaved to their whims. As Mistress Serena’s tongue continued to swirl around hers, it occurred to Abigail that she had never looked into the eyes of any man, let alone a woman, while her mouth was claimed. Behind closed eyes, she had always imagined joy and lust, and the feel of a man’s hands gliding across her back, reaching under her skirt, seemed to confirm her suspicions. But now, as she looked, Abigail saw someone considering possibilities that extended beyond simple pleasure. Even as she told herself that this was business, the strangest job interview that she had ever or would ever be on, Abigail wondered if it was always like this. Maybe lovers never drowned in the heat of desire and kept their inner eye on the prize. Because it always ended in sex, and when it was over, even if they stayed, those men stayed distant and only called again when they got that look in their eyes. So she would close her eyes again and accept another kiss and more. It felt good; until it was no longer mattered if it was her or just a body. Any body.

  Maybe Abigail was more prepared for this new life than even she realized.

  As Mistress Serena continued to kiss her, her hands disappeared under her shirt. There was no cruelty but also no tenderness in the touch. The woman was simply inspecting her
, and Abigail hoped that her smooth sides and taut waist would prove pleasing and let her land the gig. Mistress Serena’s arm curved around her frame, and even as Abigail longed to catch Mariah’s eye, she stayed in Serena’s violet pools and hoped that she wasn’t trembling too much as fingers splayed across her middle and gently probed her flesh.

  “Hmmm…” Serena murmured. As soon as she pulled away, ending the kiss as she rose to her feet, Abigail was sure that she had done something wrong. Otherwise she would have lingered longer; so would the others. This suddenly felt like a fool’s errand, and she was about to tell Mariah that they should drop the charade and flee when Mistress Serena commanded Abigail to stand.

  “I---”

  “You feel right. Surprisingly. But I only believe what I see. So up.”

  Abigail was definitely shaking as she made her way to her feet, but she reminded herself that interviews of any sort always had a tendency to put her on edge, and her fears were somewhat assuaged when Serena smiled.

  “It’s okay,” Mistress Serena said. “Most guys like the flesh to quiver before they break it in.”

  So that was the why they came back; Abigail used to wonder it something was wrong with her; she had a tendency to shiver when a man’s cock came into view, and her body always trembled before the moment of climax. In a few short seconds, Mistress Serena had honed in on whatever appeal she had, and now she seemed primed to exploit it to her advantage.

  But maybe this could be a mutual arrangement…

  “Turn around, Abby.”

  Abigail managed to catch Mariah’s eyes for all of a second before spinning on her heel. Once her back was turned, she heard Serena sigh as her eyes settled on her heart-shaped ass tightly concealed by black denim above a lavender tank.

  “Now lose the threads.”

  Of course she had to get naked; had she really thought that she would get away with anything less? Starting with her shirt, Abigail lifted the garment, and Mistress Serena whistled her approval at the sight of no bra. Stepping forward again, she flattened her palm against Abigail’s back.

  “And now the rest,” she said.

  Unbuttoning and unzipping, the denim fell to her feet with a soft thud, and as Abigail disentangled herself from the jeans, she started to kick off her heels when Mistress Serena pressed her finger between the flushed cheeks of her ass and demanded that she stay as she was.

  This was strange. Anyone could come down the stairs at any moment and discover her in all of her nakedness. Mariah still stood just a few feet away, but Abigail knew that she would not make a move to help her. Any move would do nothing to aid the cause at hand. So it was left for her to wait with baited breath as her cheeks were spread wider, and Mistress Serena’s long finger ran down the length of her crack and settled around her cunt. It wasn’t until Mistress Serena pushed her digit in with unrivalled ease that Abigail realized the height of her arousal. But even as she clenched the woman’s finger around her watering pussy, Abigail instinctively realized that it wasn’t the woman’s hand alone that was causing her eyes to roll back in her head. She was turned on by the simple act of turning her body over to another person’s whims and the reality that she could do nothing about it. And maybe she didn’t even want to.

  “Very nice,” Serena said.

  Stroking her cunt a final time, Mistress Serena caught her hips in her hands and moaned into her neck.

  “You take orders like a pro,” she said. “I will give you that.”

  Abigail waited until she was given the order to dress again. Despite the permission, she did so slowly, and as her eyes drifted over her shoulder, she saw Mistress Serena drinking in every inch of her frame until she was finally clothed and allowed to sit. Mariah gingerly took her friend’s hand, and together they waited for the verdict.

  “You are green, my dear,” Mistress Serena started. “And I have my doubts when it comes to your so-called private experience.”

  Fuck!

  She had blown it before she was even out of the gate, and when Mistress Serena pushed away from her desk, Abigail was nearly resigned to heading out with Mariah for a drink and returning to her perpetual state of worry with no way to pay her bills this month or the next or the next…

  “But color me curious,” Mistress Serena continued. “I think that you might prove a favorite with some of the regulars. One in particular.”

  Abigail barely comprehended her words when she reached into her pocket and pressed a wad of crisp bills into Mariah’s hand.

  “Referral bonus,” she said. “You’ll get the rest when… if she works out.”

  She vanished into a back room, and once they were alone, Mariah seized Abigail’s shoulders and squealed.

  “You did it!” Mariah screamed. “And it was hot! Aren’t you so excited?”

  That was some of it. A part of her was still scared, but in the face of Mariah’s enthusiasm, Abigail could do nothing but nod and take her hand.

  “Let’s see what happens.”

  Chapter 3

  It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. She was supposed to be starting a career, a real career, and saving for the future. To hear Mariah tell it, she’d have more money than she would know what to do with after her first night alone. That sounded good, and she was curious to feel the hands of these men and see if they kissed with their eyes opened. Still, it would have been better to have simply chanced upon a kindred spirit and have him know what she really was and wanted. Any man that she would find here would undoubtedly have his own real life to get back to once the darkness turned to dawn. But this was a job, and she needed that more than some fantasy that was never going to come to pass.

  “Okay?” Mariah asked as she touched her shoulder.

  “Sure,” Abigail said. “Did I… did I say thank you?”

  She couldn’t remember, and Abigail was grateful for the chance. Hugging her close, Mariah whispered lightly into her ear.

  “Over and over again,” Mariah said. “And you are more than welcome.”

  Their embrace was interrupted by the return of Mistress Serena. As she surveyed her stock, she snapped and ordered the other girls back on the floor.

  “You, too, Miss Mariah.”

  With a quick squeeze of Abigail’s hand, Mariah disappeared with the others, and Mistress Serena looked her up and down.

  “Fits like a glove, no?”

  It was just as tight. She had pressed her slim body into a black leather bustier that hugged her curves in all the right places and sent her cleavage pouring out. She guessed that it was a flattering look, but modesty soon took over, and she covered the display in one of the many red silk robes that the girls were allowed when they weren’t on the clock. Out on the floor would prove a very different story.

  But Abigail wasn’t there just yet.

  She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her long brown hair hanging about her neck, the neck had first turned the boss’ head, in soft ringlets.

  “Are you ready, Abby?” she asked.

  Feigning a need to get everything just so, Abigail fell to a chair and started brushing her lashes with a mascara wand for the thousandth time. The groan at her back told her that she was spending far too long on the particulars. Eyes opened or closed, this was about other parts of her body.

  “Abby?”

  Abigail tensed when Mistress Serena touched her shoulder, but she kept expanding her eyelashes as she spoke in an unsteady voice.

  “I… I just want it to everything to be perfect,” Abigail said as she let the wand fall to the table.

  “You look fine, Abby,” Mistress Serena said, her violet eyes flashing as she patted her sleek ebony hair.

  “Now you need to get out there and earn your keep.”

  Mariah had told her as much. The base pay was generous; the tips more so. But Mistress Serena always got her cut. That was the best way to stay in the woman’s good graces.

  Otherwise…

  “Look, Abby,” Mistress Serena hissed. “I’m gi
ving you a chance. Mariah vouched for you and you…”

  As her voice trailed off, Serena leaned over her shoulder and laid a light kiss on Abigail’s cheek. Staring with her into the mirror, she grabbed onto one ringlet and twirled the curled hair around her finger.

  “And you put on quite a show in my office,” Serena continued.

  The sound of that encouragement nearly relaxed her, but then Mistress Serena grinded her nails through the silk, and as Abigail winced in pain, Serena held her steady.

  “But you let me down, and you’re gone. No second chances.”

  Swallowing hard, Abigail pushed away from the table, still wearing the red robe that was hers to linger in when she wasn’t on the floor. But she needed to get out soon and prove that she belonged, and as she removed her robe, Serena whistled and took her arm.

  “Now that’s more like it!” Serena said. “Let’s see what you’re all about.”

  The club was alive with activity, and the pounding of the music sent the walls pulsing to the point where she thought that they might collapse all around them. Should that happen, there would be women buried with bound hands as they rimmed the asses of hairy men or lay with their legs speed wide to stakes poking out of the floor. She saw some cunts penetrated while others were teased with feathers and flames. Some girls were bound to their bellies while hot wax dripped across their backs, and she saw Mariah strung up on a hook, her hands bound tightly together. It seemed the fitting positing for a whipping, and the thought of her friend’s skin stripped from her back in long strands nearly made her race forward.

  Mistress Serena held her back.

  “Watch,” she insisted. “And learn.”

  Mariah’s partner was a dumpy man with a belly protruding across his belt and thinning hair over his brow. One look was enough to tell Abigail that Mariah deserved better, could do better. But as she remained trapped in Mistress Serena’s hands, Abigail watched an amazing scene unfold.