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  Bane

  Carnal Pleasures, Book 1

  Claire Marta

  Summer Stanton

  Bane: Carnal Pleasures

  Copyright ©2019 Claire Marta & Summer Stanton

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Disclaimer

  This book contains elements of a BDSM lifestyle. The characters depicted in the book are supernatural creatures that do not feel pain or injure in the same way as humans do. The authors have taken liberties and do not advise that the reader takes any of the scenes described as fact.

  Please play safe, sane, and consensual.

  Bane

  “Here is the list you need to fill out with your soft and hard limits. You must be honest when answering or it will only complicate your time here.”

  I don’t move to take the piece of paper held out by Mistress Mystic. Fuck, I don’t even look at it. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be here. Of all of Liam’s harebrained schemes this is the worst. I’m his fucking right-hand man. I shouldn’t be put through this.

  I can feel the bitch’s baby blue eyes burning into me. Tall and slender the vampire Mistress is an Amazonian of a woman. Blonde, big breasted, with a figure a man would go to war for.

  “Look, I don’t want to waste your time or mine.” I rise from the seat I’ve been occupying for the last fifteen minutes.

  I need to escape this room. This vampire kink club. Run away from anyone who knows my situation. Thank fuck Liam kept his mouth shut. I don’t need our whole pack knowing I have a situation. A shameful one that should never happen to a wolf. They’d never look at me the same way again. My position would go to hell. Life would follow.

  The sound of leather creaks, as Mistress Mystic leans back in her chair and examines me closely. “Bane, you have a problem. One your pack leader wants us to help you fix. I can inform you now that several members of your pack are outside and have been ordered by your Alpha not to let you leave.”

  Fuck.

  My gaze snaps to the door. Liam wouldn’t be that much of a bastard. Scratch that the asshole would. I don’t try to prevent the groan that escapes my lips.

  “Why not just submit to this?” The club owner continues, coaxingly. Her voice soft and steady. “We want to help you. My staff is full of highly trained professionals. We’ve helped various clients since our doors opened and have glowing recommendations. You have nothing to be scared of.”

  Her words have my hackles rising. Meeting her laser beam like scrutiny, my lips curl back in a snarl. “I’m not frightened of anything.”

  I don’t like the smile the crawls across her perfect face. It’s smug, her intelligent eyes miss nothing and I get the feeling that I just screwed myself.

  Not breaking our stare she pushes the folder towards me with a red-taloned, delicate hand. “Sign the consent and the non-disclosure forms. If this really doesn’t work for you in the four initial weeks you have signed up for, then I’ll tell your Alpha we can’t help you.”

  Four weeks?

  Twenty-eight days.

  I can last that long and be out of here in no time. It hangs like the proverbial carrot between us. A way out. From the look on the Mistress’s face, she knows I won’t pass it up.

  Shoulders relaxing, I snatch up the pen and scribble my name on the dotted lines.

  Liam might think his brilliant plan will help me but I’m going to prove him wrong. I can’t be fixed. Nothing is going to help me. Not the treatment we’ve tried in the past and certainly not this BDSM therapy or whatever kinky fucked-up shit these vampires like to call it.

  Rocking back on my heels I straighten to my full height. “Four weeks then I’m out of here.”

  Mystic nods. “I think I have the perfect employee to pair you with.” Reaching out she presses a buzzer. “Carlos will show you to your room.”

  Door swinging open, her personal assistant enters. Pale skinned, he holds the same undead beauty as his boss.

  “If you’ll follow me.” He tells me, with a smile that makes me uneasy.

  Snatching up my bag, I throw it over my shoulder. I know better than to show fear in front of vamps. They might think they’re the ones in control here, but I’m going to prove them wrong.

  I won’t bow to anyone.

  Adam

  I read over the paperwork Mystic forwarded me. It’s a standard short-term contract. One I’ve seen hundreds of time. However, nothing about this situation is ordinary.

  I don’t take on clients, at least I haven’t in a very long time. But Mystic pleaded with me for days. Claiming I was the only one whom she trusted to make this successful.

  The Dominatrix knows just the right buttons to push to get me to do her bidding. Bitch.

  As I read over the application my interest spikes. This man, this sub, is unlike any I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen all types in my line of work.

  He’s never subbed before. His list of limits is extensive; I can’t wait to work a lot of these ‘nos’ into ‘yeses.’

  The club is a sanctuary for all those in the Supernatural community. Where one is free to let go and just be.

  It was Carlos, Mystic’s sub-slash-assistant who had the idea to offer this reintroduction of BDSM to its members. A safe place for Doms and subs who spent years out of the scene to reintroduce themselves with an experienced mentor guiding their hand.

  I was one of Mystic’s top mentors for years, but now I mainly do demonstrations and act as the club’s manager.

  This is a special case.

  And the more I dive into the paperwork the more I see just how special it is.

  The reason for this wolf needing a Dom is unknown to me. I always prefer getting my submissives to open up to me the natural way, through trust and communication. Whatever his reasons are I won’t find the answers staring at his pathetic excuse of an application.

  I need to see who he is, and just exactly what he is into. Because though I’ve dabbled in many things, there are some areas I’m stronger in than others, and the type of BDSM that is on his application is something I haven’t had much experience in. Why Mystic would choose me instead of Ken or Jenna I won’t know until I meet the man.

  Hell, I don’t even know his preferences, the sexual orientation part of the application was left blank, which I find very interesting. Mystic is usually very strict.

  I print the application and list of limits, close out my email then stand.

  Buttoning my suit jacket I grab the documents from the printer, then snatch the folder with the consent forms and my personal contract and head to the fourth floor.

  *

  I prefer to work with clients out of the comfort of my condo, Mystic knows this, so the fact that she checked Bane into one of the private rooms kept especially for this side of the business is intriguing. And frustrating as all hell.

  The more things I learn about this case the less I like it.

  Mystic owes me, big time.

  I rap on the door and then turn the knob. He didn’t lock it, good. That would have gotten him punished before we even got started.

  I wonder
if Carlos warned him.

  Pushing my way into the room I am assaulted with his scent. Aspen, smoke, and man. There’s a hint of something primal. The beast lurking within him isn’t as strong as the other scents in the room. Interesting.

  The main room is empty, a quick sweep tells me that he bypassed the living area and kitchenette. The bedroom door is shut.

  Setting the documents on the island I make my way to the room when the door suddenly opens and a beautiful sight fills the doorway.

  Tall, with dark skin, muscular arms, and dark hair my new pet is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a while.

  His hazel eyes widened and then narrow. “Who the fuck are you?”

  Naughty pet.

  “That’s rule number one. Disrespectful language will get you punished. My name is Adam Archer, but you, pet, will call me either Master or Sir. Depending on how formal our play gets.”

  “The fuck I will.”

  That’s two. I mentally count.

  “You are here to submit, are you not? You are here to let the control go. You are here to obey.”

  Bane

  Obey.

  Growling under my breath at the word, I take my measure of the bastard who’s been sent to control me for the duration of my stay. He’s handsome. His tall frame clothed in an expensive suit. From the way it hugs his body, it’s easy to see he’s more leaner built than muscled. Short, dark, blond hair styled to perfection, he looks like he belongs in a boardroom rather than a kinkster club.

  Light, stormy blue eyes hold mine. They’re magnetic, deep. For one brief moment, I lose the ability to breathe.

  “Look, I’m not the submitting type,” I tell him, managing to drag my gaze from his. “Spank me, hit me with a stick, whatever the fuck gets you off. But don’t think I’m going to weep all of your shoulder before I roll over and let you scratch my belly.”

  His expression doesn’t change apart from a tiny inching up of his lips. “You really want to be punished don’t you, pet?”

  “Not really, no, but you’re going to do it, despite that.” I point out. “That’s your job isn’t it?”

  “No, pet.” He frowns, then shakes his head. “My job is to show you how good it can feel when you’re not the one making all the decisions. Do I like inflicting pain? Yes. Seeing my marks on your skin, watching as my favorite toys connect with the decadent flesh, it’s a high like no other.

  However, unlike many of my colleagues, I am not a sadist.

  I’m here for you.

  Tell me, pet. Why are you here?”

  I can’t stop the involuntary shiver his words invoke. An image of flesh, marred red from a whip or some other devious device, flashes through my head. Pain, for me, has never been a pleasure. I can’t ever imagine it working to make me let go.

  Raking a hand through my hair, I move from the bedroom door, seeking refuge on the sofa. “My Alpha sent me here,” I tell him flatly. “He thinks it can help me.”

  Adam watches me through narrow eyes. “This was not your idea?”

  “No.”

  “Fuck,” he mutters. “I’m going to fucking kill her.” He stands taller, shrewd eyes assessing me for a moment.

  His frown deepens but he walks to the counter and picks up some papers. Carefully he brings them to me. With shaky hands I take them. “Read those over. We’re going to ignore your pathetic limits list for a moment.

  Read and then tell me what questions you have.”

  Adam’s sudden change in demure unsettles me. Glancing down at the sheets I start to read in silence. I’m fully aware of how close he is to me. The heat of his gaze bores into me as I skim over everything that’s laid out. It doesn’t take long to go over. Dropping the documents on the coffee table, I tilt my chin up to look at him directly. “This is the contract I signed for four weeks. I don’t know what questions you expect me to have. I’m supposed to submit to whatever treatment you think is best for...my situation.”

  He releases a humorless laugh. “Do you know nothing about these types of relationships? Communication, pet. Communication and trust is the only way this works.

  I see now why I was called in.

  We’ll get to your...situation in a minute. First answer me this, who do you prefer in bed?”

  His question startles me. “You mean which way do I swing?”

  He nods. “Be honest.”

  Rubbing my palms along my jean-clad thighs, I avoid him by looking out the window. In the dark, the lights are as bright and dazzling as the stars painting the sky.

  “I’ve had female partners,” I respond.

  I’ve never admitted to anyone my interest in males. A desire and a longing. Not something I’d ever show.

  “There’s a special place in hell for the Mistress.” He says to himself. “I can work with that. You said you had female partners. You never said you prefer them.

  Next order of business. What do you know about the community?”

  That makes me scoff. “I’m not some fucking innocent. I’ve read books. Played around with light kink with the women I’ve fucked. Basic shit. Spanking, tying up, anal.”

  “Oh, my sweet innocent, pet. I’m not in the business of educating, but I do believe I can be persuaded.” He takes a step closer, “tell me, what is your biggest fear about all this?”

  Fuck I could use a drink right about now. The way he swiftly goes from calm to demanding every other sentence is making me jumpy.

  “Giving over control to someone I don’t know and ultimately this failing like all the other crap my Alpha’s put me through to fix me.” Jaw tensing as the last part tumbles out, I turn my head away.

  “Why do you need fixing? Why do you need me?”

  “I don’t need you.” Leaping to my feet, I round on him, my anger boiling up.

  Rage, at this situation. Impotence, since I’m effectively disabled. Misery, because I couldn’t save them. “I’m broken and you’re not going to be able to fix me.”

  “You are correct. I’m not.

  I don’t fix people, pet. I give them the tools to fix themselves.” Another step puts him so close we’re almost touching. Not many people are able to intimidate me, but Adam’s presence has me backing up.

  Memories swarm up out of nowhere; raw and fresh as the day they were formed. Months on and they still fester. The screams clear as day. Blood so much blood and their bodies scattered in pieces.

  Dragging in a ragged breath, I try to breathe, only to find the air lodged in my lungs. “Nooo.” Pressing the heels of my palms to my eyes, I can’t blot out the scene that's been branded permanently into my brain.

  A large hand settles on my shoulder. “Oh, pet. You really do need an escape, don’t you.” The words somehow make it through the fog that’s invaded with the memories. “Come back to me, pet. Come back to me and I’ll help you forget it all.

  I’ll give you pleasure you never thought possible.

  All you have to do is come back to me.”

  The carnage slowly begins to ebb. Panting, shaking, it takes a few minutes for the grip of the flashback to slip free. It’s always the same when they hit. Unexpected and overwhelming. Night, day, it never seems to matter.

  The hand still holding my shoulder acts like an anchor. Focusing on its strength, the feeling of the strong fingers squeezing gently guides me back to the present and away from the past.

  Lifting heavy eyelids, I meet Adam’s intense blue eyes. Concern flashes in their depths. Stern mouth set in a thin white line, I find him gauging my reactions carefully.

  “Are you ready to continue?”

  I nod, or at least I think I nod.

  “Good. What are you hoping to gain from this?”

  I lick my dry lips. “Control over the past. Forget...fuck do I want to forget. Maybe then I can find myself again.”

  “I can help with that. But you have to trust me. You have to talk to me. And you have to follow the rules. Can you do that?”

  “Yes.” The word is ripped from the
depths of my chest. Shit, it’s soul deep. I know if Adam can do what he promises then I’ll gladly submit to anything he desires. Closing my eyes I repeat my acceptance on a tired, shaky sigh, “yes.”

  Adam

  I’ve never seen someone say yes with such reluctance before. Whatever happened, whatever the wolves are trying to do here, it must be pretty fucking important.

  He’s up to six stripes of the cane due to his mouth. I wonder how high the number will be by the end of this conversation.

  “Tell me something, pet. When you were with your females, did you ever feel like you were missing something?

  I’m assuming you took charge in all those encounters, yes? Did you ever wish for them to take control of things?”

  So many thoughts flirt across those eyes that have flecks of green mixed with the light brown. I know the answer, but I need to hear him say it.

  And after he does, I’m going to prove him wrong.

  “No,” he breathes.

  With a nod, I step back. “Kneel,” I order.

  His head snaps up and he glares. “I said kneel.” I point at the rug in front of me. “If I have to tell you again, pet, there will be consequences. Signed contract or not.”

  I really need him to sign my contract, but first, first I need to show him the truth.

  He may have been sent here by his Alpha, but he is here because he knows it’s the right thing. Deep down he wants this.

  A nerve ticks in Bane's jaw, his rebellious stare pinned on mine. "I don't kneel for anyone."

  Even after everything he's still determined to fight.

  It’s in his nature. Pack mentality doesn't allow for weakness. Wolves frown upon it especially from Alphas like him.

  He may not be pack leader but the Alpha vibes are rolling off him in thick waves.

  Quick as lightning, I’m back in his space. Closing my hand around the nape of his neck I force him off the sofa and onto the floor.