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  Delicate Surrender

  A Club Temptation Novella

  Dani René

  Contents

  Delicate Surrender

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  The Club Temptation Novella Collection

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Dani René

  About the Author

  Delicate Surrender

  A Club Temptation Novella

  By Dani René

  DELICATE SURRENDER

  A CLUB TEMPTATION NOVELLA

  Dani René

  Copyright © 2020 by Dani René

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  Edited by Emily A. Lawrence

  Proofed by Illuminate Author Services

  Cover Design: Kari March Designs

  Published by: Lady Boss Press, Inc.

  Chapter 1

  Gideon

  I watch the pretty nineteen-year-old girl standing on the podium as she belts out a song. Her voice is trained from years of voice coaches and her mother’s constant support to get her to a level that most kids her age don’t get to until they’re in their mid-twenties.

  When she finishes up her final chorus, silence falls around us and I give her the thumbs-up. Her smile is bright, hopeful, and I know if I said anything negative right now, it would shatter her dreams. I’ve been working as a mentor for ten years, and as I near forty, it seems my students only get younger each year. Keeping it professional is part of my job. That’s why my clients trust me. Shaking my head, I lure my eyes away from the buxom blonde who’s now perched on a high stool, causing her short skirt to ride up her milky thighs.

  “I think that’s the one,” I tell her, hoping she doesn’t want another go at the goddamned chorus that sounded perfect to me. But then again, I know what it’s like when you want your work to be one hundred percent.

  “Thanks, Gideon.” She grins playfully, but I know I can’t do anything about it. She’s legal, barely, but if I were to give any indication I’m interested in her, I know this girl will be up for it. However, she would balk at what I’d like to do to her.

  Tonight, I’ll have to pay a visit to Temptation, a club where I can take the edge off. It’s been weeks since I’ve been in a playroom with a beauty, and it’s time I break my celibacy for a night of toying with someone who wants and craves it.

  Glancing at my watch, I offer a quick wave before hitting the button on the sound board. “I have a meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before she has a moment to respond, I’m out the door and heading down the hallway to my office. Pulling out my phone, I scroll to a friend’s number and hit dial.

  When his deep voice comes across the line, I grin. “Hello, Gideon. It’s been a long time.” Oliver Michaelson is an old friend whom I haven’t seen in a long while. He’s one of the men I met when I first lived in Chicago, and since I left and made my way to Seattle for work, he and I haven’t seen each other as much as I’d like.

  Oliver and I first crossed paths at Seven Sins, an exclusive BDSM club in Chicago, run by partners, Mason and Carrick, and since I’ve been away from my old haunt, I found myself at Temptation, a club I’ve since called home. It’s an exquisite, up-market venue that allows me to play out a scene when I need to.

  “It has been. I heard a rumor you’re in Seattle,” I say as I settle behind my desk. The expensive leather chair leans back as I twist and take in the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  “I am. Had a meeting with a potential client,” he informs me. “Are you free for a drink, or even a scene?”

  Breathing a sigh of relief, I nod to myself. “I am, very much so. It will be like old times.”

  He chuckles. “Then it’s a date. I’m alone since Chance isn’t with me, but we can find a pretty girl to toy with.”

  “That sounds like my kind of night. I hope Chance is doing well.” Oliver and Chance have been together for a few years now, and even though they are in a relationship, I know Oliver still trains female submissives, whereas Chance is exclusively his.

  The dynamic isn’t one I would be comfortable with, in my own life, but it works for them. I applaud people who are not stuck in the usual societal norms.

  “He is, thanks for asking. I’m going to let him know I’m meeting up with you, and then I’ll see you at about seven.”

  “That works for me. Looking forward to it,” I tell him, and it’s true.

  “Text me the address of the club.”

  “Will do.” We hang up and I’m already grinning from ear to ear at the thought of enjoying a scene with an old friend.

  Tonight, I’ll find someone who can grab my attention, ease the frustration that’s knotted through every inch of me, and unwind. Tomorrow I have a new student coming in and I need to be on top of my game.

  Shrugging on my jacket after exiting the car, I make my way toward the door that’s currently hiding just what I need. A few beautiful submissives to choose from who need a good spanking or two. I never planned on being in the lifestyle, but when the opportunity knocked at my door, I answered willingly. I found the kind of pleasure I never knew I could experience. Diving headfirst into the intensity, I took my first submissive when I was twenty-one.

  I promised myself I wouldn’t fall, until a stunning brunette came along and knocked me on my ass. We spent days, months, years playing scenes that used to turn my body molten. She was on my mind, twenty-four seven. Then it happened, she wanted a collar, a ring, and I couldn’t do it.

  I just couldn’t find it within myself to even ask her the question—would you be mine forever?

  Stupidly, I walked out the door. That was five years ago. Now, at almost forty, I find myself craving a permanent partner in my life. When I think back, I’m thankful I walked away because I grew up in the few years I’ve been single.

  I press the bell and wait a few seconds before it whooshes open and I’m met with a familiar face. “Mr. Hale.” The bouncer smirks and offers me a nod before stepping aside, allowing me entrance.

  “How are you doing this evening?” I question as I cross the threshold, and my body relaxes as the atmosphere sucks me in.

  “Not bad at all. Full house tonight,” he informs with a small salute that makes me chuckle. I’ve known him since I first walked up to the door on my first visit. Temptation has since seen me become a regular.

  The moment I step through the foyer and into an expansive room, I’m met with the scent of perfume that heats my blood. Music welcomes me with the sensual voice of Bishop Briggs singing “Never tear us apart”.

  The smooth, hardwood floors underfoot are solid, offering me a sense of stability. I head for the bar, which runs along the one wall, and I notice two guys wo
rking tonight both already busy with customers ordering drinks.

  The dimly lit room offers the allure of sensuality, with couches and chairs in reds and browns adding to the club's ambiance. I spot a few faces I recognize, some in couples, others in groups, but all of them impeccably dressed.

  The first place I stop is the bar. One drink is all I allow myself while I check out the room in an attempt to find a partner for the evening. A neat double shot of brandy tastes like honey trickling over my tongue. There are a bevy of beauties all looking for a special man to take them to heaven, and I can’t wait to make my choice. Even as I think it, I know it’s not up to me. The women are in charge; they have control over who they want to submit to for the evening.

  “You’re early.” Oliver’s voice has me turning to find him at my side. We shake hands, and he pulls me in for a one-armed hug. He rests his arm on the bar, signaling the barman for a drink. Once he orders his gin, he tips his drink to mine in a cheers. He’s dressed in a black suit and white button-up along with a deep blue tie.

  “I’ve needed a scene for a while, glad you called.” I tell him. “How are you?”

  “Good,” he tells me before taking a sip of his gin and tonic. “I’ve been busy. Clients have been rolling in on the regular, so I’ve been working overtime for a few months now.”

  “And, Chance?”

  “He’s good. We’ve been doing well.” There’s a glint in his eye, and I can’t help but feel I want that. They have a close relationship, committed, and yet, they still enjoy their own lives.

  I settle in a stool at the bar and sip my drink while allowing my gaze to prowl the tables. Women in every color—red, blue, green, purple—all beautiful dresses that hug their curves. Some short, some long, and some almost illegal.

  Brunettes and blondes, blue-haired beauties along with an array of raven-hued locks. But when I turn my attention to the corner table, I’m captured by a redhead. Her long, flowing waves hang to the middle of her back. Smooth, porcelain skin taunts me from where she’s sitting.

  Dressed in a simple black dress, she’s smiling at something a friend tells her. Her lips are full, painted a bright red that lures my attention to her mouth. She has the grace and poise of a woman who knows what she wants, but she can’t be more than twenty.

  “A beauty,” Oliver speaks beside me, and I turn my attention to him, picking up on his grin. His usual calm demeanor already shifting into the Dominant persona.

  “She is.” I agree before I sip my drink.

  He smiles as he lifts his tumbler in salute to me, and I clink my glass against his. We’re both watching her when she rises and makes her way to the ladies’ restrooms. Once she’s out of sight, it feels as if the air has shifted, as if it’s missing her.

  “What do you think?” Oliver asks me. “Want to see if she’s interested in a scene? I’m happy to go off on my own if you’d rather take her alone.”

  Shaking my head, I smile at Oliver. “Not at all. We can most certainly grab a private room if she’s not into being watched,” I tell him.

  “Let’s go.” He chuckles, before we make our way to the beauty who’s re-emerged from the restroom. With both of us walking up to her, I can’t help but feel excited. It’s best to have us approach her together so she’s not under the impression I’m alone.

  She turns her head toward us the moment we near her, and I’m met with bright green eyes that widen when she takes me in. It’s only for a second, but then she drops them to the ground as we reach her—a submissive gesture.

  “Hello,” I greet, offering her my hand.

  She takes it gingerly, her soft skin touching mine, igniting a desire I’ve long since forgotten. It’s alarming how my body responds to hers. An ache coils in my gut. I want her on her knees.

  “Hi,” she finally murmurs. The sound is so soft, so gentle, it’s as if she’ll break if she spoke any louder. She’s exquisite.

  “Darling,” Oliver says, as she takes his offered hand. He’s charming, and since he’s been a trainer of new submissives for a long time, he knows just how to get them to stay calm and enjoy their experience.

  I can’t help it, but as she smiles at me, I reach for her chin, tipping her head back to feel her gaze on me once more. “You’re quite stunning.”

  A pinkish hue darkens her otherwise pale cheeks, and I’m certain her pert little ass would look just as delicious with the same color darkening it.

  “Thank you.” The beauty grins, and a small dimple forms in her left cheek. Only one. Every inch of her is perfection.

  “Would you like to join us for the evening, or are you here to just watch?” I’m not sure how new she is to this place. I haven’t seen her here before, but I could’ve missed her on nights I’ve been busy.

  Her blush deepens, but she nods slowly. “I’m here to...” Her words falter, and I can’t help but take in the sweetness of her personality. The shyness only makes my cock ache to make her scream and bring out the seductress hiding beneath. She finally finds her voice when she responds, “I’ve never watched or been with two Dominants. I didn’t think it was appropriate.”

  “Darling, there are many things that go on inside this place that aren’t appropriate. But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Tipping my head to the side, I regard her with a small smile.

  She nods once. Her full, plump lips quirk, and my cock strains against my zipper, aching to feel her mark me with the red lipstick that stains her mouth. I offer her my hand once more, and when she slips hers in mine, her fingers feel like delicate silk against my rougher skin. Our hands fit almost perfectly together.

  I’ve spent years on my own, focusing on single scenes to stop myself from being hurt, and here, this gorgeous girl is trusting me to show her something she’s never done before, along with Oliver, who’s smirking knowingly at me.

  The women I’ve been with were all experienced in this life. They weren’t virgins to the scenes that play out in the clubs I’ve frequented, but this gorgeous vixen seems to be a sheep amongst a pack of wolves.

  “What is your name?” I ask her before we reach one of the viewing areas.

  She stops suddenly, turning her face toward me. “Can we not do names tonight? I’d just like to get lost in the world. Tomorrow I’ll be starting work and…” her words taper off, and I can feel from her tense grip on my hand that she’s not comfortable with divulging her name.

  “That’s fine with me, sweetheart.” I smile. “We can keep this as anonymous as you’d like.” My words seemed to ease the tension in her shoulders, and I couldn’t be more thankful she agreed to join me. “Would you like to be watched by passersby, or do you prefer privacy?”

  She looks up at me, a blush blooming on her cheeks. “I’d like privacy, please?”

  I nod, and we make our way through the dimly lit club. The moment we enter a private room on the second floor, I’m behind her, and Oliver turns to her. His gaze locks on hers, and he cups her cheeks.

  “Tonight, we’ll play anonymously,” he informs her. “Now, we’d like you to remove your clothes, but before that, tell me your safe word.” His tone is calm, his voice rumbling through his chest.

  “Cupcake,” she says, and Oliver chuckles.

  “Cupcake it is. Have you done this before?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, but I hear her. It’s as if I’m attuned to her.

  Nodding, Oliver releases her and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now remove your clothes slowly. We’d like to watch.”

  I follow him toward the wingback chairs that wait on the other side of the room, where we have an unhindered view of the stunning redhead. I drape my suit jacket over the back of the chair before sitting, and Oliver does the same.

  Our gazes turn toward the unnamed woman who’s inching the sleek black dress up her thighs, and with every movement, my cock only seems to get harder and harder. By the time she’s tugging the material over her hips, I’m a goddamned steel pole that has been sh
oved into my slacks.

  I want so badly to pull her into my lap. To have her legs dangle on either side of mine, so I can open her up and feel her heat.

  The black material falls to her feet, pooling beside her, and I can’t stop my hand from grabbing my crotch. Her milky skin is encased in a fire engine red lace lingerie. Her tits are just more than a handful, and her slender legs seem endless in the heels on her feet.

  “Turn around for us, slowly,” I command, and she obeys without question. She’s not some newbie. Her confidence shines through when she locks those emerald orbs on us once more.

  “Would you like to take the lead?” Oliver questions, his voice low, so only I can hear.

  With a grin, I nod and rise. I stalk toward her, taking in her figure, which has my mouth watering for a taste. I round her, stepping up behind her. Allowing my hands to trail over her shoulders, down her arms, to her hips, I lean forward and press a gentle kiss to her neck, which has her gasping softly. I’m sure she’s wet. My fingers tingle with a need to feel her, to slip one hand between her thighs and touch her panties.

  I allow my hot breath to fan over her cheek. “Are you ready, little one?”

  She nods. “Yes, please.” Her voice is breathy, and I almost come right then and there at the softness of it. I want nothing more than to bend her over right here, spank her pert ass, and fuck her into submission with Oliver watching.

  I circle her clit, watching as Oliver’s gaze burns through us. His hand stroking his cock through dark slacks as his eyes lock on the beauty trembling in my arms. I wonder if she’d come by just the slightest of touches.

  “He’s watching you,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Do you like him seeing you get wet for me?”