A Price To Pay

Book 2: Club Twist

by Alice Raine

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Welcome to Club Twist, where the owners are just as sinful as the patrons ... Sizzling with passion, tension and twists, A Price To Pay is the second book in Alice Raine's addictive BDSM 'Club Twist' series, perfect for fans of 365 Days, E. L. James, Sylvia Day and Tara Sue Me. Sasha Mortimer discovered Club Twist on a trip with her best friend Robyn. With Robyn now cosy and preparing to move in with club owner Oliver Wolfe, it's Sasha's time to experiment and, with his wild blond hair and tall, broad frame, Marcus Price takes her fancy. True to her 'live by the day' philosophy, Sasha doesn't do relationships, but she does do casual sex - and lots of it. However, due to his hidden demons, Marcus refuses Sasha's offer for a one night stand. A trip to Barcelona with Robyn and Oliver presents the perfect opportunity for Sasha and Marcus to get close, but even though sparks fly between the pair, he refuses to be swayed by her beauty and there's a price to pay if Sasha wants to pursue him. Can their explosive passion help overcome the pain of the past? Don't miss the beginning of this sensational series with Wolfe's Lair - out now! And look for Crashing To A Halt - coming soon!

Release date: November 17, 2018

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 230

Sample

‘Move in with me, Robyn.’

I was pressed against the wall in Oliver’s hallway with the man himself kissing me half to death and groping me in all the right places, and this was the time he chose to ask me to move in with him? I could barely breathe, let alone think straight about such a monumental topic.

My man didn’t half choose his moments sometimes. Mind you, this wasn’t the first time he’d asked me. He’d brought the subject up multiple times since we’d been together, but being cautious, I’d decided we needed to let our relationship settle before such a big commitment.

We were eight months into the relationship now, and I’d known him at least ten, which was fairly settled, wasn’t it? So really there was nothing holding me back. I’d had boyfriends before, but I’d never lived with any of them. Actually, I’d never even been on holiday with any of them, so I guess that was why this seemed like such a big step to me.

Leaning back, I gazed up at Oliver’s determined expression and tried to draw in some steadying breaths and calm the dizzying lust that thrummed in my system. Jeez, when he’d pulled me into his arms five minutes ago and started kissing me I’d been expecting him to sweep me up and carry me to bed, not start a discussion about the future progress of our relationship. From my raised temperature and hammering heart my body was having just as much difficulty with the swift change in topic as my brain was.

‘Umm…’ I wasn’t sure what to say. I loved him more than I’d ever thought possible, and of course I wanted to share my life and a house with him, but there was still one small hurdle in the way. ‘You haven’t even met my parents yet, Oliver.’ As silly or traditional as it might sound, I wanted my parents to at least have been introduced to my boyfriend before we shacked up together.

Oliver gave a casual shrug and raised a hand to rub his thumb gently across my flushed cheeks. ‘They know about me, though. And they know we’ve been together for eight months, too, so surely it’s just a natural next step?’

Eight whole months of non-stop attention, romantic dates, and stupendous sex. I could hardly believe how quickly the time had flown by, but I was still just as much of a loved-up mess over this man as I had been at the start. ‘It is, but I’d still like them to meet you.’

He smiled down at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that always made my insides melt. ‘I’d like to meet them, too.’ He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose which had me leaning forwards for more with a quiet moan. ‘Why don’t you invite them over this weekend? I’ll cook.’

I raised my eyebrows at his lovely offer, and I grinned at the idea of Oliver dashing around the kitchen in an apron as he prepared a feast for my folks. Mind you, Oliver didn’t “dash”. His demeanour was pure power – everything he did was done in a calm, controlled manner, even cooking. It sometimes felt like he controlled the world, and not the other way around. ‘That way, if they don’t like me I can try and win them over with my fantastic culinary skills.’

A gurgled laugh broke from my throat, and I looped my arms around his neck and trailed my fingers through the silky-soft hair at his nape. ‘They’ll love you.’

Suddenly his smile dried up and his eyes narrowed as a brief flinch of concern tweaked his eyebrows. ‘Will they mind the age gap?’

Shaking my head with certainty, I lowered a hand and stroked his chest reassuringly. ‘Nah, they know you’re older. They don’t care because they also know that I’m happy and crazily in love with you.’

‘Hmm, crazily in love with me. I rather like that description.’ Oliver’s smile returned with a vengeance as he gipped my hips and spun us around once in a dramatic dance move that had me yelping and clutching at him to avoid tripping over my own feet.

‘Saturday it is, then. Dinner and drinks with your parents at our house.’

‘OK.’ Our house. Blimey. That was going to take some getting used to. Snuggling into his chest, I let him get away with his assumption and instead absorbed the smell of the fresh cotton and the way it mingled with his aftershave and the delicious scent of his skin.

He smelled amazing, was handsome as sin, a genius in the kitchen, a god between the sheets, and on top of all that, treated me like I was the most important person on the entire planet. I literally loved everything about this man.

Oliver lowered his head and captured my lips in a kiss so filled with understanding and mutual adoration that I shivered in his arms and pulled him just a little closer.

‘God, I love how affected by me you are.’ He gave a thrust of his hips and I felt the solid heat of a building erection as he pressed it against my belly and my insides liquefied with need. ‘And the feeling is completely mutual. You affect me, Robyn, on so many levels. I love you so much.’ He captured my lips in a kiss which went from chaste to sinful in just a matter of seconds, our tongues meeting and tangling as we pressed ourselves as close as physically possible with clothes on.

Oliver allowed the kiss to consume us for a minute or so, and then he pulled back, smiling ruefully as we both took ragged breaths and clung to each other for support. ‘And I can’t wait to live with you, so if we have dinner with your parents this weekend, will you agree to move in?’

Trying not to let out a squeal of excitement, I nodded my response and gripped his biceps as my legs went wobbly from the enormity of it all. ‘Yes, I’d love to, Oliver.’ I was going to be living here in this gorgeous house with the man of my dreams.

I almost couldn’t believe it was all real.

What was real, though, was the insistent pressure of Oliver’s groin as it continued to throb and nudge against my stomach.

‘Maybe dress down a little bit, though,’ I murmured, fingering the soft silk of the waistcoat he was wearing over a pristine pale blue shirt. ‘I love your three-piece suits, but you can look a little intimidating in them.’ My dad was a jeans man through and through. He dressed up for weddings or funerals, but he’d definitely find Oliver and his Savile Row attire a bit over the top.

Oliver’s eyes darkened wickedly, and then he lowered his lips beside my ear. ‘You like me when I’m a little intimidating, though, don’t you, Robyn?’ His breath tickled across my ear and my eyes fluttered shut as my arousal instantly reignited and soared through my body.

‘You can try to pretend otherwise, but I know that my domineering side is one of your favourites.’ He spoke with complete confidence, and he was spot on, because it really was such a turn-on when he got all broody and masterful with me. A shudder ran through my entire body just thinking about it, and in response Oliver let out a wicked laugh and gathered me closer into his arms.

Glancing up, I saw that he had a wicked twinkle in his eyes, too, as if me agreeing to move in with him had calmed his concerns and set his brain off on contemplating a much naughtier prospect. A prospect that I had been hoping for all along.

‘Speaking of my domineering side…’ He paused and gave my hips a squeeze. ‘It’s been a while since we’ve unleashed it, hasn’t it?’ he murmured, his tone dropping lower and becoming more authoritative with every word.

Now that I came to think of it, it had. Oliver and I had mellowed into our relationship, and although his commanding personality meant he would never be completely separated from his need to be in control, we hadn’t actually done a proper scene for quite a while.

‘It has… Sir.’ I added his title as my way of giving him my consent to continue and his eyes sparkled with appreciation. I watched as he stood a little taller, his eyes blazing, and I swear I could almost see his brain ticking over as he considered exactly what he wanted to do to me. As much as it might surprise some people, I found the determined focus on his face just as much of a turn-on as any physical touch.

‘You look a little flushed, Robyn. Are you worked up? Hot under the collar, perhaps?’ Oliver commented mildly, teasing me.

I was damp between my legs, my breath was still coming in panting gasps, and my body temperature was surely approaching that of someone with a high fever, so in short, yes, I was more than a tad worked up. As usual, he was playing it cool, so I decided that I would, too. Giving a shrug, I tried for a nonchalant expression as I replied. ‘A little, Sir.’

His eyes twinkled with delight at the game we were playing, and then he stooped down and caught my right leg behind the knee. He lifted it so that when he stood up again my leg was almost wrapped around his waist. This was a far more intimate position; his throbbing shaft was now pressed against my core and my breath hitched in my throat as I looked up and caught sight of the heat in his expression.

‘Let’s see if we can ease that, then, shall we?’ Oliver’s eyes were locked with mine as he slowly ran his hand down over my boot-clad calf, and then back up my leg until he came to the exposed skin that sat between the bottom of my skirt and the top of my knee-high boot.

‘Hmmm. These boots.’ His fingers trailed down my leg again, and I watched as he bit down on his lower lip and let out a low groan. ‘I think you know they’re my weakness and wear them more nowadays just to tempt me.’

I didn’t reply verbally, but my cheeks flushed with mild guilt, because his speculation was true – I did wear these boots more often now because I loved his reaction to them.

Up until meeting Oliver I had favoured my battered old Converse and a pair of jeans. I’d been more of a “girl next door” type as opposed to one who dressed up to the nines, and I still was most days, but Oliver’s lusty response to me in knee-high boots, stockings and suspenders had made them a far more regular choice in my outfit range.

‘Did you know that visions of you, these boots, and a wall will always feature at the top of my fantasy fuck list?’ he asked. I did, but only because Oliver had told me rather explicitly that his favourite fantasy was fucking me against a wall hard and deep while I wore knee-high boots, stockings, and not much else. He’d also indulged in this scenario several times, and I had to say it now featured pretty damn high on my list of sexual fantasies, too.

‘I also have another fantasy involving these boots that we haven’t acted out yet,’ he informed me.

My eyebrows rose in curiosity at his confession. ‘Really? What’s that?’

He gave a light swat to my thigh and lowered his brow in disapproval, which prompted me to realise that we were at the start of a scene and I hadn’t used his title.

‘Sir.’ I added a flutter of my eyelashes to soften him and saw it instantly work as he flashed me a wink.

‘My other fantasy involves leather on leather,’ he replied cryptically, leaving me wondering what on earth he meant. ‘I think perhaps we’ll bring it to reality now. I’ll need my favourite toy to assist us. Wait right here, I won’t be a moment.’

Oliver strode up the stairs, leaving me panting and curious. Leather on leather? His favourite toy? He had quite a collection in his cupboard upstairs, and my mind frantically ran through the options, trying to work out which he favoured most. Paddles? Spreader bars? Nipple clamps?

Just as he was trotting back down the stairs it came to me. Leather on leather. His flogger. It was definitely his favoured toy, and the one he would reach for the most often in our scenes. He wanted to use the flogger on me while I was wearing the leather boots.

I dropped my eyes to his right hand, and sure enough there it was. He held the brown leather handle in a loose-knuckled grip. Falling from the stem was the swathe of leather strips that had caused me so much pleasure since we’d purchased it. They’d caused a little pain, too, on occasion, but always just the right amount to heighten my arousal and increase the intensity of my orgasm.

Out of all the sex toys available, this was his speciality, so much so that Oliver had a reputation at Club Twist for being a master with those little leather strands, and goddamn had he lived up to it on the occasions we’d used it together.

A shudder of excitement ran through me, but it was accompanied with a tug of frustration, because as amazing as he was at using the flogger to make me come, Oliver had also proven that he could play a wicked game with it and keep me hanging on the edge until I was desperate and begging for him to let me climax.

Which would it be tonight?

He paused in front of me, slid a hand around my waist, and then silently led me into the dining room where he turned the lights on and dimmed them so the room was swathed in the sensation of candlelight. We stopped inside the doorway, both glancing around the large room and taking in the walnut table, soft chaise longue in the corner, and huge windows looking out onto the garden.

‘I’m not sure we’ve christened this room in our house yet,’ Oliver murmured hotly.

Our house. Once again, the words made my heart give a thrilled leap. We had christened this room, multiple times, and from the grin on his face he damn well knew it, too; we’d had sex on the small sofa in the corner, a quickie on the rug by the fireplace, and sex against the wall just inside the door, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop him if he had his mind set on it.

‘Well, not the dining table, anyway,’ he clarified with a wink. The table? Well, that certainly was a new location.

‘Perhaps we should rectify that, hmm?’ He lowered his mouth to trail kisses along my jawline as he moved his free hand to my other leg and began to lift my skirt up inch by inch.

‘I think we definitely should, Sir,’ I agreed breathily.

One of his hands caught in my hair, giving a tug that was just hard enough to send a thrill of pleasure-laced pain across my scalp and skittering down my body, and then Oliver used his grip to angle my head as he kissed and licked at my neck and pulse point until I was heavy with desire and almost sagging in his arms.

He let go of my hair, slid his hand back down to my waist, and dropped to his knees before me. He made quick work of the zip of my skirt and groaned as he discovered the suspender belt below, and the fact that I wasn’t wearing any knickers.

‘You’re knicker-less? Dios, Robyn.’ His words were muffled, because he’d buried his face in the soft skin at the top of my legs and was now alternating between kissing me and tugging at the suspender belt with his teeth like a man well and truly on a mission.

Oliver sucked hard on the tender skin at the top of my thigh and paused briefly to look up at me. ‘Undress. Top half only,’ he added with a smirk. ‘The boots and suspenders can stay.’

My fingers were shaking, but I complied immediately, pulling my blouse over my head and then dispensing with my bra in record speed. I chucked it aside where it flew through the air and hooked over the brass fire pokers.

Leaning back, Oliver glanced up at me. ‘Present yourself for me. On the table,’ he instructed quietly, jerking his chin towards the huge dining table.

On the table? That might be a bit of a challenge, seeing as I was basically naked apart from my heeled boots and the stockings. As if reading my thoughts, he smiled.

‘Don’t worry, it’s solid. You won’t fall.’ He stood up and held out a hand to me and helped me step onto a chair and up onto the table top. He was right, it didn’t wobble or move at all under me, and I quickly set about presenting myself to him. I dropped to my knees at the edge closest to him, carefully folding my boot-clad legs below me. I kept my back straight but eyes averted as I placed my hands on my thighs before parting my knees wider, just as he liked.

A heavy moment of silence passed between us where I was desperate to raise my eyes and see if he looked pleased or not with my display, but then I got my answer in the form of a lusty growl. ‘You really are the ultimate temptation, Robyn.’

Oliver placed his hands on my thighs and ran them down to my knees before hooking his fingers into the tops of my boots and using his grip to drag me forwards to the very edge of the table. His hands then took the trip up and down my legs again before he dropped to a crouch before me. As he lowered himself, my averted eyes met his and I watched in delight as he grinned up at me.

Remaining crouched there, he kept his gaze locked with mine and then slowly slid his hands up my thighs, over my stomach, and across my ribs until he reached my breasts. His arms were almost at full stretch now, but he still managed to expertly tease my nipples into solid peaks and cause me to moan loudly.

Continuing with rolling and tweaking my nipples, he blinked and lowered his eyes to my knicker-less pussy, and with a growl leaned close to press his lips against my clit in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He used his chin to nudge at my thighs in a silent command to widen my legs, and so, on a pleasured whimper, I complied, leaning back onto my palms to aid my balance and make sure I didn’t topple off the table from the pleasure of it all.

My head fell backwards, my eyes rolling closed as Oliver’s skilled tongue lashed at my skin and whipped me into a frenzy so quickly that I felt instantly dizzy. He was alternating between sucking on my clit and hard, long licks through my sensitive flesh, knowing just what my body needed to send me spinning towards a speedy orgasm.

‘Oliver, Sir… I’m so close.’

Oliver gave one more suck to my clit, then began to rise. I let out a moan of desperation as my orgasm swirled on the cusp but hovered just out of reach. He silenced my plea by trailing kisses across my body as he rose, before finally standing before me and staring me straight in the eye as he picked up the flogger from the table beside me.

‘I know you are, but I wish for you to indulge me for a few more minutes.’

I could argue, desperately try to plead my case, or perhaps just lower my hands and finish myself off, but I wouldn’t. I would never go against Oliver when he was as in the zone as he currently was, and so, with a breath for composure, I nodded slightly.

‘Whatever you wish, Sir.’

Oliver smiled at my reply and trailed the strands of the flogger across my thighs. ‘So fucking perfect in your submission.’ He raised the flogger and lazily draped it over one of my shoulders, then slowly across the other, the cool tickle of the strands sending goose pimples rushing across my skin.

Standing back from me, he tucked the flogger into the belt of his trousers and took his time unbuttoning his shirt sleeves. I knew what was coming next – it was one of his custom moves and I bloody loved it; before a scene he would always undo the sleeves of his shirt and roll them up to expose his lovely muscled forearms. It was his way of adding to the anticipation and drawing things out a little, and as I watched him form each perfect chunk in the cotton, my clit pulsed as my arousal mounted.

Oliver’s eyes remained glued with mine. Once he was satisfied that his shirt looked perfect he gave a single nod and walked over to the couch in the corner to retrieve the blanket that hung over it.

He spread the blanket on the table behind me then moved in close to place a kiss on my temple. His lips hovered by my skin, and I couldn’t resist leaning in for more, a move that was rewarded by Oliver tipping my head back and placing a lingering kiss on my lips. ‘Lay back, cariño. Show me that beautiful body.’

I lowered myself back onto the soft blanket and tried to imagine how Oliver might like me to position myself. Laying my arms loosely by my sides, I parted my legs slightly and then let my head tilt to the side to look at him. I was sprawled across the fancy dining table like a hooker in my leather boots and suspender belt, so I felt a little self-conscious, but the low lighting helped relax me, as did the appreciative heat in Oliver’s eyes as he ran his gaze up my body.

‘Now just lie still and enjoy,’ he murmured, moving towards the end of the table where my feet were, trailing the strands of the flogger across my body as he did so. Every inch of my skin was caressed with the leather as he dragged it over me, and the soft movements were lulling, making my limbs and eyes feel heavy.

‘Leather on leather,’ Oliver murmured with appreciation as he gave several swats to my boot-clad calves. I’d thought that my boots might dull the sensation of the flogger, and they did to some extent, but I could still feel each stroke, and the cracking noise created as the two leather surfaces met was quite a turn-on in itself – I could see why he’d wanted to try it.

The first slightly harder swat came to the inside of my thigh. After the previously gentle touches, it was shocking enough that I let out a yelp and jerked my leg. The warmth of Oliver’s palm encircled my knee and pressed it back to the table, and when I raised my head and looked down at him I saw a warning expression on his face.

‘Lay still, remember?’ he reminded me softly, but the lowering of his tone was commanding enough that I knew it wasn’t a request – he had asked me not to move, and he expected me to comply, otherwise there would be consequences.

‘Sorry, Sir,’ I apologised croakily, my throat dry from the intensity of the scene.

Oliver remained silent but nodded in acceptance and then gave my thigh a harder swat again. This time I was prepared for the slight sting from the leather and managed to stay still. He began moving around my body, swatting at me with deft flicks of his wrist until my skin felt heated and over-sensitised.

Every touch sent a flicker of pain through me but also sent my arousal soaring, and as the minutes passed my body started to feel like it was deliciously alight with awareness. It was an addictive high, and something that I’d never experienced before Oliver. I’d never imagined that a lick of pain could be so thrilling, and yet with him, it was.

His movement with the flogger was graceful, almost hypnotising as he continued to work my body until I was desperate to writhe around and moan my desperation to come. Oliver must have read the signs in me, just as he often did, because his lips twitched with a smile. ‘You may move, if you need to.’

My entire body jerked as I released the tension in my muscles and a moan rose from my chest that was so throaty and low I almost felt embarrassed. Oliver let out a small chuckle and watched in anticipation as he moved towards my feet again.

He laid the flogger across my belly, took hold of my ankles, and ran his hands up and down my leather boots again. He pulled me closer towards him until my knees were bent and hanging over the table edge, and my pulsing core was within touching distance for him.

Oliver placed his palms on my thighs and took a moment to just look at me. His eyes moved from mine to trail down my body and focus on my pussy before moving back to my face. He had a gigantic hard-on tenting his trousers, and his expression was one of barely controlled lust, and a thrill of excitement ran through me, knowing that I could affect him to this degree.

He looked like he was desperate to bury himself inside me, but I knew Oliver and his supreme self-control, and he wouldn’t be doing that until he was content that he’d finished the scene he’d had planned.

He reached for the flogger again and tightened his grip on the handle. I instinctively grabbed a handful of blanket in each hand to help ground me for what was to come. The first sharp flick landed on my right breast, hardening the nipple to an impossibly tight peak before sending a jab of desire shooting to my core. My left breast was next, his touch with the flogger having similarly incredible effects and making me cry out from the pleasure now pulsing around my body.

He continued to tease my breasts like this for what felt like hours, and then, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his palms pressed my thighs wider. ‘Beautiful. So ready for me.’ He hummed in appreciation and started to work my pussy over with the flogger, gently at first, but his swats quickly built in their intensity. As he homed in on my clit and gave several shorter, sharper swats, I knew I was a goner.

The third hit to my clit sent me rushing over into the climax that I had been longing for all along, and my muscles contracted as my entire back arched away from the table from the intensity of my release. The pulsing bursts of pleasure seemed to go on and on, and it was only when Oliver swapped from the flogger to his thumb and began to gently work me down that my spasms started to slowly fade.

Ho-ly fuck. So he’d chosen the long drawn-out use of the flogger, then. Not that I could say I minded, because that climax had been so powerful my whole body felt jellified from it.

Oliver was still standing between my legs, and as I gazed down at him with a contented smile, he lowered his hands and released himself from his trousers. I couldn’t help but stare at his cock, and I bit down on my lower lip to stifle a lusty groan as I watched him palm his solid erection and run a slow drag up his shaft and back down again.

I might just have climaxed, but God, that was a seriously hot sight, and immediately put me in the mood for round two.

Oliver didn’t bother to remove any clothing, but as soon as his cock was free and bobbing urgently towards me he gripped my hips and slid me the last few inches down the table where the broad head of his erection nudged at my entrance, causing us both to groan.

He ran his hands over my boot-clad calves again with a moan, and then traced the suspender belt with his fingertips. I could see from the twitching muscle in his jaw that his self-control was spent, and as soon as his cock made contact with me he groaned and began pushing inside.

‘Wrap your legs around my waist, cariño,’ he urged, but he needn’t have worried, because I was already moving my legs into position as he spoke and locking the heels of the boots behind him.

Oliver buried his cock inside me inch by glorious inch, in one deep, slow thrust and held us pressed together. He threw his head back, and I could see the tension in his neck as he tried desperately to keep the movement slow for my benefit and not give in to the urge to just smash forwards into me.

Staring into my eyes, Oliver leaned over me, placed one short, hard kiss on my lips, and began to move. He started off gently, just rolling his hips so that all the right places were rubbing and creating a delicious friction between us. It was so good that if he’d just carried on like that it would have been enough to make me come again, but I could tell from the bristling tension in his shoulders and the intent look in his eyes that Oliver had something a little harder in mind tonight.

Barely a few seconds after the thought had crossed my mind, he began to move with more purpose, his hips jolting back and forth with harder thrusts that slid me up and down the table with each movement. Luckily, with my legs circled around his waist and his grip on . . .