Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

An hour later, we’re standing in the parking lot of a burger place in town. Jade climbs out of her red Jeep and approaches us with a warm smile.

Clay adds proudly. I don’t miss the way he holds a hand on my son’s shoulder as if he’s his. The thought sends a warm wave of affection through my chest, and it’s so foreign I wish I could bottle it and hold on to it forever.

Jade immediately kneels so she’s on his level. “Hey, Jack,” she says. “I like your baseball uniform.”

“Next time, I’ll come, and I’ll make sure to record all of your hits.” Jack giggles. “Thanks.”

Jack quickly trails along as if he can’t stand to be away from Clay for one second.

“Jade, I’m sorry,” I mumble quietly. “Don’t,” she replies, stopping me. “It doesn’t matter.”

“You look different, you know, outside the club. Better, if you ask me,” she says.

“Ugh,” I groan as I flop back on his bed, letting my head hit the pillow. The form he gave me to fill out falls to the side.

“This is too hard.” “Then maybe we should cancel,” he replies softly. My eyes widen. “What? No!”

He pulls my arm until I’m sitting up again. Then he places the form back in my ...

Did I find it a little strange that he’s suddenly building a relationship with his ex-Domme’s seven-year-old son? Yes.

Did I ignore the red flags because I was excited to see her again? Yes, like an idiot.

Do I have any room to talk since I’ve been seeing her in priv...

If he were going to cheat on me with her, he wouldn’t have invited me to join them or let me ...

Then I circle every single Desired left on the page.

This is what I want, and I’m not sorry. I can’t explain why I want to see Eden and Clay together intimately. Maybe it’s because I’m just as attracted to her as I am to him.

Then he shuts the door, and he never does that. Climbing off the bed, I walk across the room and gently rap on the door.

Clay isn’t like any guy I’ve ever dated before. Things with him are simple but never easy. He wears his heart on his sleeve, but only on his terms. There are secrets there too, but I know the more I push for them, the less likely I am to get them.

I watch nervously as he reads, his brows growing more and more pinched together as he goes down the list.

“This is what you want?” he asks.

“You kinky little minx,” he mumbles. Completely by surprise, he wraps his arms around my thighs and lifts me from the floor before tossing me onto the bed and covering my body with his.

“And you’re the only one I want to fuck.”

“Then fuck me,” I reply breathlessly. So he does, right on top of the stupid list.

I’m in a pair of tight black leggings and a black lace bralette. It’s nothing compared to what Eden normally wears, but I feel sexy and powerful in it, and that makes all the difference.

My mouth goes dry as her eyes scan the list. Then her gaze lifts slowly to our faces, no doubt noticing how Desired is marked for a lot of sex acts she might not have expected.

“Jade, sit in that chair. For tonight, you are the voyeur, but at times, I may ask you to participate. Are you comfortable with that?”

Then she looks at Clay. Really looks at him, and I’m assaulted by jealousy.

My mouth goes dry when I hear the change in her tone. It’s dry and authoritative but also sexy and gentle.

Suddenly, it’s like I no longer exist. Clay immediately starts undressing, slipping each button through the hole of his long-sleeve shirt. Once it’s off, he folds it messily and drops it on the velvet stool by the door. I watch as he slides down his pants and kicks off each shoe.

she’s slipped off her black silk robe and is now wearing a black harness-style outfit, crisscrossed at her chest, and exposing her cleavage. The bottom half of the lingerie is just a thong with a garter that clips to thigh-high stockings.

so different from the woman we had lunch with in her casual T-shirt, joggers, and baseball cap. That was Eden—this is Madame Kink.

Clay is so naturally submissive to her, and it doesn’t look like weakness. It looks like control, loyalty, and dedication. It’s like he lives only for her, to obey her and please her.

“Just three rounds of five tonight, but we’ll use the flogger.”

She strokes his head, her nails against his scalp, as she brushes his hair back in the slicked way he normally wears

I can’t help but feel the intimacy radiating from them, giving me that third-wheel feeling that settles in the back of my throat like unshed tears.

It’s becoming increasingly clear that these two have something with each other I will never have. No matter how much I learn tonight or how well I play this role for him in ...

And that might be what he truly wants, after all. By the time he gets to the end of the third set, he’s taking long, meditative breaths.

And I know at this very moment that I want more. I want more of this, whatever it is. More time watching them or being with them, or anything. It suddenly feels like the possibilities are endless—like we could do anything.

Do I think he deserves to come? Yes. Do I think I deserve to come? Yes. Do I think we should all just get naked and make each other come all night? Yes, yes, yes.

wasn’t what she expected me to say. Judging by the sudden look of surprise on her face, it wasn’t what she expected at all.

I’m willing to bet she doesn’t hate the decision either.

It’s my fault that Jade has no clue what she’s asking. To her, Eden is just a Dominatrix, and I’m one of her ex-clients. She wants to watch the performance. She has no clue that she’s throwing me into the fires of heartbreak again.

Oh, the things she’s done to me in this position. Some of them familiar, but some of them very, very new.

Staring up at her, our eyes meet, and everything hits us both at the same time. It’s like we’re suddenly transported to the past. It’s as if the last six months never happened. Her weight is on my body. Her ass is warm against my aching dick. Her nails are digging into my chest. I’m so fucked.

“Eyes on her the entire time. That’s your woman. That’s your Domme. Understand?”

My response gets caught in my throat. Because I don’t understand. Eden is my Domme.

My gaze connects with Jade, and it stings in my chest to feel the intensi...

Jade is mine, too. I’ve never been so confused in all my life. My heart and body both ache in ways I can’t co...

When I open my eyes, I stare at my girlfriend with a look of desperation.

Just let me come. Say the word. Please, baby, don’t torture me like this.