No Safeword by Claire Thompson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Claire Thompson
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Jaime’s boot heels clicked on the asphalt as she walked along the back
alley toward Asheville’s only real underground BDSM club, The Garden. As
she approached the unmarked entrance, she took off the denim jacket she’d
worn over her leather vest for the long bus ride from her apartment and
shoved it into her gear bag. A thrill moved through her as she gripped the
large door handle. It had been too long since she’d smelled the heady scent of
sweaty, aching desire or felt the sharp sting of leather against skin held tight
by soft, strong rope.
Please, please, please, let me in.
She shook her hair from her face and blew out a breath as she pushed the
heavy metal door inward. The doorman, Barry, had let her slide once before.
With luck, maybe he’d do it again. Jaime’s heart sank as she saw, not Barry,
but a forty-something woman with dark, short hair framing a narrow face, her
lips painted a shiny crimson, standing behind the counter that separated the
entrance from the rest of the club.
“Welcome to The Garden,” the woman said, her eyes moving over Jaime
in subtle but obvious appraisal. “You here alone or with a partner?” She tilted
her head slightly, looking past Jaime in case someone else was about to
appear.
“Alone.” Jaime’s nipples were already responding to the thrilling crack
of leather and whoosh of cane emanating from the room beyond the entrance.
She could hear the breathy cries and squeals of the lucky subs engaged in
scenes at the various play stations scattered throughout the club. Though it
was only ten on a Friday night, the place was already in full swing.
“That’ll be twenty dollars, please.” The woman waved toward a framed
flyer on the shiny wooden counter that outlined the cost of entry for single
men, women and couples. Though single women got a discount, it was still
more than Jaime could afford. Beside the price list was a stack of consent
waivers that absolved management of responsibility for any mishap during
play sessions. “Do we have your waiver on file?”
“Yes, I think so,” Jaime replied. “It’s been a while since I was here. Uh,
is Barry here?”
The woman shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t know any Barry. I’ve been
here going on two months now. Did he used to work the door?”
Jaime nodded, her heart sinking as the prospect of a BDSM scene that
night slipped away. She turned at the sound of the front door opening.
Several people entered, dressed in leather and hoisting gear bags, clearly
ready to play. They were talking and laughing as they approached the counter
behind Jaime.
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