Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

“I’m so confused.” “Yeah, well, so was I,”

“Remember six months ago when I was in a funk?”

“For what it’s worth,” I say, “I’m glad it didn’t work out. I like you better with me.”

When I smile, he smiles. “Me too,” he replies.

the entire drive home is spent thinking about how it took him a second...

Or worse. This is what he needs. But I can’t give him this.

I’m not sure if I want to be them or be with them. What would it feel like to dominate someone like this? To feel that type of control and power.

I see a familiar face staring back at me. I only saw her for a few brief moments today, but it was enough to commit her face to memory.

It’s not like you can forget the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. And now she’s on my phone.

“Shit,” I mutter as I watch club owner Emerson Grant stride toward me with a sense of confidence that I’ve lately found incredibly irritating.

Normally, I welcome any and all conversations with my old friend, but since he started harassing me last month, I dread it.

Emerson doesn’t know about Jack. Besides Ronan, no one does.

Not to mention, she’s still dressed like a kindergarten teacher in her knee-length skirt and tight white tank top.

“You found out your boyfriend used to pay me to be his Domme, and after doing some internet research, you decided to schedule a consultation with me? Does Clay know you’re here?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s possible he never will.”

To him, I was a safe place to explore, safe from the judgment of others who had already imposed a sense of toxic masculinity into his psyche. With me, he didn’t have to feel embarrassed by how much he loved to submit.

His kinky life is like his alter ego, which means he’s likely to keep his normal life vanilla.

This girl has a way of being so blunt it knocks me off my axis. I’m not used to people just saying whatever is on their minds. Normally, people are too intimidated by me to be so forward—but not this girl.

I do know him better. I know the way he fights back. I know the handsome smirk he wears just as he’s about to give in. I know the way he seems to look right through my facade and into my soul. I know the way he melts when it’s all over.

I know that the man he presents to the world is cocky and guarded, but the man beneath that charade is…beautiful.

Did I push her too hard? Did I do the right thing? Was our connection one-sided? Did she care about me at all? Was I not good enough?

There’s nothing this goddess of a woman could do to me that could make me say red.

was a different person then. She changed me. She altered my brain chemistry until I was nearly unrecognizable to myself. Then she broke me.

Her son. Eden has a son.

“If you’re no longer comfortable with the boundaries we set, that’s okay. Just say the word, and we’ll stop.”

But then I remember it’s just her and me. And she doesn’t judge me here. She’s literally telling me to do it.

Then she winds her fingers in my hair and smiles. “Good boy.” And just like that, those two words become my undoing.

This is all her fault. She made me dependent on her. Her approval. Her praise.

I always trusted you, and I always obeyed. So now, tell me to stay gone, and I will.

Wisps of soft hair brush my nose, rousing me from my sleep. I try to brush them away, only to find that someone is sleeping on my arm. I peel my eyes open to see Jack’s messy curls only inches from my face.

“My friend London’s mom has a boyfriend, and he takes him to baseball games.”

I end up in the middle of their relationship without even trying?

“For fuck’s sake, Eden. Say something,” he says, sounding desperate.

“Fuck.” He groans. “I never should have sent that text. I was having a rough night.”

“Yes, I know, and I’m on my way to her house right now. She won’t answer my calls, and I’m worried sick about her, but for some fucking reason, I’m on the phone with you.”

“You really fucked me up. You know that?”

“I have a good thing here, Eden. I could move on and be happy, but you won’t let me. It’s like you live in my brain, and I can’t function without you, and I don’t know if it’s because I want you to be my…”

“Why do you have to do that? Why do you have to make everything sound so cold and emotionless? Why can’t you admit that what we had wasn’t just part of your job? What we had was fucking amazing.”

“Tell me to stay gone, Eden. One last command that I promise to obey. I always was good at obeying, wasn’t I?”

“Please say it, Eden. I’m fucking begging you to. I just need to hear you say it so I can move on.”

“I should probably go to therapy, and I mean, I can do that too, but you could also be like…a role model for me, you know?

“Let’s keep this between us for now, okay?”

Chief is losing his mind, spinning in circles and panting so hard I’m afraid he’s going to have a heart attack and drop dead right on the landing.

“Be a good boy and lie down so I can ride your face until I come.” My voice is raspy and deeper than normal as I mumble the words against his ear. He immediately freezes, his hand stopping on my thigh, and I swear I can feel his dick twitch against my leg. Then he lifts up and stares into my eyes. “Jesus Christ, Jade. That was so fucking hot.” In a rush, he kisses me as he tears my shorts down my legs, pulling my underwear with them. He works off his tie and unbuttons his shirt before slipping it off and flipping onto his back next to me.

“Yes. But you know…we’re married now. We have to keep that spark going for the rest of our lives.”

don’t think you’re going to have that problem, babe. That man is crazy about you.”

Garrett and what Charlotte has with Emerson, Isabel with Hunter and Drake, and Maggie with Beau. It’s hard not to feel a hint of resentment toward them. I never wanted what they have.

I have a corruption kink.

except for one who is leaning against the back wall, watching her with a playful smirk on his face.

“If you’re going to be a people pleaser, then the first person you need to please is yourself.”