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  Copyright© 2014 S.J. Maylee

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-066-3

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  For so many years, I held myself back from exploring the stories in my imagination, fearing I wasn’t capable. I found a way to work past my fears and the flood gates have opened. I’m having the time of my life. May we all find a way past what holds us back and give our dreams a chance.

  To Lila, thank you for being patient with me and for keeping your year old promise. I wouldn’t have made it here without your advice.

  To Karyn, you did it again! It wasn’t an excerpt I added this time, but a whole chapter. Thank you for continuing to hold my hand.

  To Stacey and the whole Evernight family, thank you!

  IN THE BLIND

  Club Blind, 1

  S.J. Maylee

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  The room was quiet except for the sounds of a dozen women taking off their clothes. Jane slid the final button on her blouse through the hole and enjoyed the slip of the silky fabric as she pulled it from her shoulders. Her last worry from work and botched relationships slid away with the fabric to the bright white floor. She gathered her things and hung them in the cold gray locker and took the short black robe hanging inside.

  Tonight, she’d let go like Adam never allowed her to. Just because he never wanted to touch her didn’t mean she didn’t want to be touched. Over the last few months, she’d worked at getting past his digs that had torn away her self-respect. She pushed her brown hair behind her shoulders. She was done thinking her needs were dirty, done thinking she was dirty. With a shake to each limb, she forced the cruelty to release its final hold.

  When Anne had given her the brochure on Sunday, she’d thought the idea was crazy. Who had sex with someone they hadn’t met? By the time she finished reading the club’s safe, sane, and consensual policies, she warmed to the idea. A couple of days later, she’d let the possibility settle in. She needed a new experience to put more distance between her and Adam’s nastiness.

  Jane turned around and slowly lifted her head. All the women stared at each other. Finally someone asked, “Who’s done this before?”

  “I have,” said the woman next to Jane. “I’ve been here a few times, and it works exactly like you’ve read in the pamphlet.”

  “We really won’t be able to see anything?” someone asked.

  “Nope, not a thing. The staff has to wear night vision goggles.” The woman pulled her long hair over her shoulder, stroking it like a favorite blanket. “You might be able to hear some of the scenes around you over the music. You can talk, but you don’t have to say anything.”

  A door opened at the other end of the room. A man stepped in and closed the door behind him. He was dressed in black from head to toe. A pair of night vision goggles sat perched on his forehead.

  “Good evening, ladies. Thank you for trusting Club Blind with your sexual fantasies. Tonight is male-female one on one night. We have one man for each of you. No matches have been made.” He stopped and scratched his ear. “I’ll take you one at a time to the rooms. I verified all test results this morning. All are in and clean, but condoms will be worn. Club Blind is not a BDSM club, but the monitors will be listening for safe words. Call out ‘yellow’ if you need your scene to slow and ‘red’ if you want a full stop. For yellows, we’ll monitor your scene and ensure your partner slows. For red, we’ll escort you back to this room. Are there any questions?”

  “The men are already in the rooms?” Jane asked.

  “Yes, naked and waiting. They’re a hungry bunch tonight. Anything else?” The room was silent but filled with the kind of excitement that couldn’t be contained. “Line up then. Let’s go get ‘em.”

  Screams of excitement and nerves bounced off the plain walls as the ladies danced into line. Jane wondered, for the tenth time that day, if she was doing the right thing. Was this the best place for her to kiss her sexual slump goodbye? Anne, her best friend, swore by the club. Jane didn’t want to take all the emotion out of the act, but she needed to get out of her own way and remember how freeing release could be.

  It had been months since her last orgasm. Of course, having Adam, her jerk of an ex-boyfriend, tell her she was a sexual deviant and unattractive hadn’t done her any favors. Add to that, the only interest she’d shown in the opposite sex was a guy she’d met at a tech convention, and he was kind of married. A divorced man still wearing his ring shouted unavailable. It was just Jane’s luck that he was the one she’d connected with and kept thinking about.

  Anne had given her two possibilities last Sunday, sign up for Club Blind or Anne’s favorite, Club Voyage. Jane didn’t think she was ready for a BDSM club like Club Voyage. One fantasy at a time. Instead, she was going to walk willingly into a pitch black club and have sex with a stranger.

  She giggled and shook her head, relaxing her body and readying herself for a brand new experience.

  Jane was in the middle of the line. A couple of girls had already been taken into the club, and they sure hadn’t wasted any time getting started. Now, each time the door opened moans spilled into the room, husky growls and long drawn out vowels. Jane’s nipples tightened, and warmth awakened her pussy.

  Anne had advised her to stand in the back of the line. She claimed the sounds would build her anticipation and clear away her inhibitions. She’d also told her to watch the women around her and enjoy the anticipation of the decadent night ahead.

  Many in line were dancing along to the music pumping through the club. The women in front of her swung their hips in tantalizing circles. Jane took in her surroundings and let the moment seep in. She rocked her hips to the rhythm of the music.

  Jane wasn’t into women, but she couldn’t deny the sights around her were beautiful. Their lovely hair and swinging robes flowed with freedom that now seemed like a palpable thing. Her muscles relaxed, and the warmth between her thighs turned into need.

  The door continued to open every few minutes. Finally, the woman in front of Jane was taken away. She could see nothing past the door besides black. Until the door closed, she continued gazing into the darkness. How would the loss of sight change the experience? Would she feel more? What would he feel like? Nerves shook through her limbs, and sweat tickled her palms.

  The door opened, and she stood straight as a statue. This was crazy. She searched for pockets in her robe. When she found none, she swallowed back a curse.

  The escort stopped in front of her. “Are you having second thoughts?” He shifted the goggles higher on his forehead.

  “Maybe.”

  “Would you like to step back and wait to go or ...” He stepped back and cracked the door open. “Sometimes it helps to hear the sounds of the other participants.”

  She closed her eyes and took in the moans and let her mind drift to what her body would feel like to make her make those kinds of sounds.

  “I don’t want to pressure you. Tell me what you want.”

  “Thank you.” She opened her eyes and took a step towards him. The only way was forward. “I’m ready.”

  “Good for you.” He reached out and took h
old of her hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to the lucky one, for tonight.” He winked and tugged her forward.

  Once the door closed behind them, Jane was surrounded by unending black. She looked around, but there was nothing, no end to the darkness. A nervous shiver danced along her spine, followed by thoughts of haunted houses. What would she find around the next corner? Her escort tugged her forward, bringing her back to the night's purpose.

  She needed to remember why she was here. She needed to live in the moment. There was a good chance she was about to touch the man who would give her release.

  They slowed, turned a corner, and after a couple more steps they stopped. She swallowed the lump in her throat when her escort placed her hand into another’s.

  “Enjoy.” He squeezed her shoulder, and she sensed his presence leave the space.

  A pull on her hand forced her feet forward a couple of steps. She stopped just as abruptly when she bumped into a hard chest—the man of the hour. This man would touch her soon, but he wasn’t yet. He was only holding her hand. Her breasts moved with her uneven breathing, and her nipples scraped against his chest.

  Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he nervous, too, or having second thoughts? She reached up in curiosity to make sure he wasn’t wearing a pair of night-vision goggles, but only found soft hair. She followed the section of hair to above his shoulder and continued onto smooth skin and around his shoulder to his bicep thick with muscle. Her heart thumped, and her breath quickened as moisture covered her needy pussy.

  She breathed deeply, taking in his delicious, musky scent. Her hand wandered to his chest and found more of the same, firm skin rounding over firm muscles. A warm hand landed over hers and held her hand tight to his chest. A nose tickled her ear.

  “Do you like?”

  “Yes,” she admitted.

  “I’d like to explore you now, okay?”

  “Yes, please.”

  She pushed out the breath she held and worked to breathe normally. His hand landed softly on her cheek, fingertips caressed her chin, and then up to her temple. The gentle touches raised a long sleeping yearning within her, and she leaned into his touch.

  His thumb swept across her bottom lip. Curiosity wore away her reserve, and she let her tongue reach out and taste his fingers. One digit pushed into her mouth, and she sucked lightly, enjoying his clean taste.

  The finger left her mouth, a second of waiting, and then his mouth crushed down on hers. His lips were firm and demanding, feeding her hunger. He ran his fingers through her hair, and then his warm wet tongue swept through her mouth. Back and forth, deep, then gentle, their tongues dueled. She explored more of him as her need to know him intimately soared.

  His touch lingered around her shoulders and down her sides. When he found her ass, he kneaded the globes. The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her wanting.

  She heard nothing but the driving rhythm of the music, each track feeding right into another. The current song enchanted her, and her hips swayed. No one could see her, so there was no reason for self-conscious thoughts. The brilliance of the club hit her with full force. It didn’t matter who she was or who he was. Tonight, they celebrated life and the pleasures they could bring their bodies. Everyone deserved pleasure. Even her.

  A tug at the front of her robe led to it slipping from her shoulders. Light touches dragged up her arms, across her collarbone, and down to cup her breast and then the other. He swiped back and forth over her sensitive nipples.

  “That feels amazing.” Her head dropped back, and she pushed her breasts forward, offering herself to him.

  His touch disappeared and an arm wrapped around her neck, the other under her knees and he swept her up. Before she could wrap her arms around him, he set her on something firm and soft. She remembered reading each room was furnished with a mattress and fitted sheet on a simple frame. The only other thing in the room was a side table holding a bowl full of condoms.

  She’d worried she’d get cold with no blankets to cover them. She understood now it was a needless worry. The heat running through her body reminded her of a hot summer day. The bed dipped slightly near her feet, and instinctively, she spread her legs. Large, warm hands caressed her body, and her pulse leaped in an almost syncopated rhythm. Since there was absolutely no need to be quiet, she let a moan escape and reached for him.

  Her fingers found the curve of his shoulder first and then up to a clean-shaven chin. She wished she could see the color of his eyes, know what he was thinking. Did he come here often? He kissed the inside of her thigh, and all concerns drifted away. This was a time for indulgence not analysis.

  A soft kiss landed at the apex of her thigh, followed by a tiny bite and slathering of his warm wet tongue. Her pelvis shifted with desire and she tried to pull him closer. He spread her pussy lips wide open, and the same warm, wet heat stroked across her flesh and settled on her nub. He rubbed each side and over the top before he pulled the button into his mouth.

  Pleasure swelled through her, kicking her breathing into a higher gear. Another second more and the orgasm would pulse to life, but he let go. Her complaint fell quiet when his fingers filled her and stroked from the inside. The blissful ripples of an orgasm wanting to run free gathered strength. She stretched her arms straight back, reaching for the wall, something to ground her.

  She needed to touch the man giving her pleasure like she’d never known, but once again, he left her wanting before the orgasm broke loose. The bed shifted slightly, and she felt his knees move beside her hips. She reached for him and found his shoulders. Her fingers gripped them while his hand caressed along her body to land beside her head.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” He nipped her earlobe.

  “Yes. More, please.” She moaned.

  “My pleasure, my sweet.”

  She relaxed as his hand landed on her breast, and his mouth took hold of the other. He pulled at her nipple, and hot pleasure shot straight to her clit. Once again, she hovered on the edge. She expected him to let go, but his hand left her breast and dragged down her body to stroke her folds. Two of his fingers pumped into her, and she knew her moment of bliss was coming. His mouth left her nipple. It beaded even tighter as cool air whispered over her wet skin.

  His fingers pushed into her wet pussy and stroked while he left a trail of kisses down her body, the last landing on her clit. He licked it once, twice, and sucked it into his hot mouth. An explosion of feeling rolled like waves over her body. He continued to stroke, and new sparks rained down.

  She knew her moans were loud, but it didn’t matter. The music was louder, and she didn’t care anyway. She’d never felt that kind of buildup before, so she didn’t know orgasms could be that colossal. Her hands reached again far behind her head, and she enjoyed the pulses he continued to pull from her.

  “I’ll give you one more minute and then I need to get inside you.” He caressed the side of her face.

  The rumble of his need woke her from her heavenly state and heated her through. Her hands roamed over his arms enjoying the ridges and planes of his muscles. She explored his back and squeezed his butt. “Now. Don’t wait. Fill me, now.”

  “My pleasure.”

  The bed shifted as he moved over her and off the bed. Her arms explored her body, meeting it anew. She couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to put a condom on in the dark. The idea of him practicing made her giggle.

  The bed dipped, and his hand moved on the bed alongside her body, his legs between hers. She spread her knees wide in submission. She wanted this, wanted to feel full.

  His cock rubbed her entrance, and she moaned. He pushed in and pulled all the way out several times. She arched her hips to gain more of him. She was rewarded when he thrust into her, right up to her cervix. Full and stretching, she squeezed him. Her world froze as her body quivered around his length.

  “You feel as good as you taste,” he said into her ear. He pulled out of her bit by bit, hesitated and then slammed into her. “Are
you okay?”

  “Oh, yes. That feels so good, do it again … please.” Each stroke rubbed against a new spot, rocketing her to the edge.

  Each time he entered her, bliss rolled through her. She pressed her knees wider, giving him complete freedom to claim her body, stroke after stroke. He pushed all the way in and stopped. His only movement was his cheek caressing hers. The tenderness of his action tore away her reserve, awakening a desire to know something, anything more about this man who was treating her, in this moment of passion, as a cherished woman.

  He tickled and nibbled along her jaw until he claimed her lips and pulled his cock almost all the way out. While he took his sweet time pushing back in, his tongue caressed hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. His strokes built again in strength, and her body tumbled into ecstasy.

  This time, her orgasm was no less powerful, and it started anew each time he pushed his hard cock into her. Tingles reached out to the end of each of her limbs, and she cried out. His pumps became quicker and longer, filling her each time. He bellowed out his pleasure and pulled out the last sparks of her orgasm.

  His movements slowed and finally he lowered his body alongside hers, and she snuggled in tight. His arms wrapped around her, surrounding her in his heat. In one slow breath, she took in his musky scent and the satisfied smell of their sex. She had no desire to move. Her limbs felt loose like jelly, and a glorious smile spread through her.

  His gentle touches roamed over her body, the curve of her hip, the tickle spot on the side of her belly, and her tender nipples, before stroking on her pulse point under her chin and gripping her nape.

  “I wish we had the time to do it all over again.”

  “Our time is almost up?” she asked.