The Club: Ethan

By Jenna Elliot

Her name was Mia. Rich girl, law school drop-out, smart, crazy sexy, and in over her head with me from the moment I rescued her on the side of a South Florida road.

She's going to require some delicate handling on my part. Maybe that's what challenges me about her. Her innocence.

She'll play my games. They all do. I train them, and they love what I give back. I need them, too, but only the sex; it keeps the nightmares away. I'm addicted to the game, to the action, to the control.

I'm good at what I do. I own a piece of Command Performance, one of South Beach's hottest sex clubs.

But no one owns a piece of me. Not the army. Not anymore.

Not even Mia. Not yet.

Jenna Elliot has been writing since she was a baby gator at the University of Florida. What started as sweet romances soon turned into steamy new adult novels. When she's not writing--or researching --Jenna enjoys spending time with her adopted Basset Hound and cat, Sherlock and Watson, cooking new recipes from Pinterest, and binge watching Netflix. Her life goals include being a contestant on a game show, writing a book (check!), and conquering her resting bitch face. Jenna is a lover, not a fighter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BelleBooks
• Release date: Jan 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781611946024

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by Jenna Elliot

The Club Series

The Club: Ethan

The Club: Ace

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The Club: Ethan

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Jenna Elliot

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events or locations is entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

To that boy in college my sophomore year that smelled like pineapples, who said he would call me and then did. Thank you.

Author Note

Hotness Warning!

This book is not intended for readers under the age of 18 due to its ridonkulously hot sex scenes, its steaming hot alpha males, and its otherwise sexy content. This series is written in three parts, one for each level of Command Performance, the club. I hope you’ll fall in love with Ethan and Mia as much as I did and stick around as I push deeper (pun intended) into the levels of the club with Ace and Jax. XOXO

Prologue

Ethan

Shucking my shirt, I step close where she can reach me. Unbuckle my belt. Unzip my jeans. But don’t open your eyes. Don’t touch my skin.

That takes some effort. She’s so careful that I can’t help but smile. But she gets the job done and I kick away my jeans. Now I’m commando with my fuck-ready dick swinging free. A sight to behold, even if she can’t see it.

But I like the vision in front of me, and I’m not ready to give it up. From a nearby shelf, I take a play-flogger made of ribbons too fine to do more than tease her skin. I’ll prolong the agony and make her moan. Me, too, at the rate I’m going.

I have a surprise, and before I’m done, you’ll be begging for my cock.

If you say so... sir.

Sarcasm, pet? I trail the ribbons around the curve of one breast, up her chest, and along her throat. I can see her swallow hard, and enjoy the sight of goose bumps rising over her smooth skin. The ends of her hair sway lightly along the curve of her waist when she trembles. Should I make you pay for disrespecting me?

Shit, no, sir. That feels so... good. She gasps and reaches up to touch the ribbons.

I withdraw the toy. Since you can’t hold still, I’ll help you. Cross your wrists behind your back.

She doesn’t even hesitate. In fact, she looks relieved. That’s what I like about this girl, she’s always ready to play out a scene. She’s been my pet now for almost three whole weeks, nearly a record. I like her eagerness to try new scenarios.

Her eagerness to submit.

With a silken ribbon, I tie her wrists, then stand back to examine my handiwork. You look fuckable. Do you like that?

I’d like it more if you’d get to the fucking.

I swallow back a laugh. Can’t say she’s the only one who wants that. Leaning in, I graze my swollen cock along her cheek. The impact of her silken skin against my boiling erection makes my hot cock jump wildly.

A gasp slips from parted lips, and her face tilts upward like a heat-seeking missile. I have to step back to avoid contact. To her credit, she never opens her eyes.

Takes me a minute to manage my own reaction. My cock is aching at the way she’s just kneeling there so ripe and ready.

You’re born to be on your knees, aren’t you?

Yes, sir.

There—the moment rights itself again. I’m in control, and she’s awaiting my command. I stroke the silken flogger sensuously along her neck again, trail it down her back, putting on a show.

She leans into the ribbons, clearly wants more pleasure than the ultra-light teasing. But I keep losing the edges of my control today. I don’t know why. I only know I want her to ache. I want to shock.

Back to the shelf again. This time I pick up a pair of scissors. Instead of my cock against her check I run the cool flat metal over her skin, across her breasts and over her quivering belly. Which do you like better, silk or metal?

Your skin, sir.

That makes me chuckle. Greedy bitch.

I slide behind her, slip a blade along her hip and cut her panties with a sharp snip. I peel the thong from between her thighs.

I rest my hand on her hair, spread my fingers and push. Forehead on the floor and spread those knees wide. I want to see your pussy.

She sinks to the floor in a liquid motion, raising her ass in the air, taunting me, teasing me. Like what you see?

Before the words reach my ears, she knows she’s made a mistake. I can see it in the way she stiffens. I can hear it in the hard breath she sucks in.

Not much control today, hmm? I suppose I should take that as a compliment.

Yes, sir.

Better. I whisk the ribbons over her firm ass cheeks, dangle the edges in her pussy. Her wet folds pucker hungrily, and I want to drop to my knees and shove deep inside her. I clamp on my control—usually more rock-solid than my dick, which is saying something.

She lets out a growl of frustration that echoes through the room, and through me. But she keeps her mouth shut this time. Wisely.

You will wait. And every time you screw up, it makes it longer until you get screwed. You just lay there with your pussy hanging out for all to see. No complaints. I know you love it.

Then I sink back on my haunches and take my big dick in my hand. On goes protection. Another rule I never break.

Her ass cheeks look like white half-moons poised in the air for my pleasure. Her lean thighs tremble, and I hear every breath she takes. Unable to resist, I press my palm against her crotch again, hard this time. Her wet flesh pulses against my hand like a racing heartbeat.

I can’t help but get on with the game, positioning myself between her thighs, dragging my aching cock along all that dripping skin.

I haven’t licked her. Haven’t primed her with my hands or mouth.

But she is obviously wet and needy. And I am ready to get on with the show, fill up this aching hole inside me that only sex ever touches. I crave the heat and the smooth slide into oblivion, when all I can do is feel. I force myself to wait.

I rub her clit with my finger. A yelp. My cock throbs so hard it might explode.

My thumb sinks into her molten core. She arches full-bodied, backs into me to get more friction.

I withdraw my hand. You take what I give you. Only what I give you. Understand?

She moans.

I pull her hair, twisting her head back and around. What was that?

Yes, sir.

Much better. I crouch over her and seal my mouth to hers, demanding she take my tongue. I slide my free hand between her legs and tug the tiny triangle of hair on her mons. She gasps into my mouth, so ready, and I tug her hair. She’s panting hard now, each burst of ragged breath against my mouth pushing me farther from my own control. I kiss every one of those greedy gasps, inhale her need with my own breaths.

Now I’m settling my hard shaft along the crack of her ass, rocking back and forth for some pressure of my own.

Her hips buck upward. She wants me inside.

May I come, sir?

No. She will wait for my permission or I won’t fuck her again. She knows my rule. I flick my fingers faster, pull on her clit, pushing her harder.

Behind her back, her fingers claw at my dick. She arches her back, her pretty ass riding the length of my cock as if she can coax me to plunge inside against my will.

She’s pushing me today. She’s riding me like she never wants to stop. And each long, thick stroke of her hot bottom against my shaft makes me so ready to give in and take her.

I won’t. This isn’t about what she wants. For the twenty-seven years of my life, I’ve been in control, and I’m not about to be a slacker now. No way. I don’t think I even know how.

The thoughts break through the haze of fucking and I bite her bottom lip hard enough to break the moment. Her yelp hits the quiet like a slap.

I give her what she wants... I grab my aching dick and tease it against her wet pussy, sinking in just an inch. She’s so warm, so welcoming, so willing. You’re going to get what you need, pet—

An orgasm, she pleads.

A good fucking first.

Finally, I’m right where I belong. I sink in to the hilt in one hard move, and enter her fully, fast and hard. She convulses around me and lets out a moan. She’s about to lose her battle, and I know it. I slide my fingers away from her clit. Yeah." I grab her ass with both hands and thrust in and out of her heat slowly, giving her a chance to regroup. Giving me a chance, too. She’s wild for me, rocking her hips, bucking back to meet my every thrust, trying to take control.

Oh, God, I love the feel of your cock inside me. I love the way you do me. She lets out a keening moan that rips right through my haze of sex. I love you.

That brings me to a dead stop. Suddenly, I am like a goddamned redwood as she goes wild against me, that sweet ass ramming back like she’s on pistons.

Love?

What the fuck?

Reality slams me like a fist to the jaw. I hadn’t seen this coming. How had I not seen this coming?

I have no answer. Just a dick harder than a ramrod and a startling realization that I have miscalculated. But this problem I can easily fix. She’ll thank me eventually.

I slam my cock in her pussy, so hard my balls make a slapping sound. If fucking was a hurricane, this would be a class five. Lightning zaps through me. Thunder roars in my ears.

Oh... don’t... stop. She begs now.

Sir. I pound the word into her.

Sir, please... Her plea breaks on a such a soft, trusting... loving sob. How had I missed this?

She’s too close. I feel her muscles clench. She’s trying to resist. But it’s over now. She’s going out in one giant orgasm. And I’ll give her the best fucking orgasm of her life to remember me by.

Snaking an arm around her, I grab her tits. I knead each ripe globe. I pull at her nipples until she’s moaning deliriously. I bury my face in her sweet-smelling hair and punish her with each grinding drive of my hips.

And then her muscles let go. She screams, a sound of such pleasure and frustration and sorrow. And me, the bastard that I am, burst inside her for the last time.

Because we’re done. I know it. She knows it. She broke the rule. Her whole body melts under mine, and she collapses to the floor with a wracking sob. I lean over and kiss her gently on the forehead. Goodbye, pet.

I taste the tears streaming down her cheeks, but I refuse to let her emotions sway me.

Not when it’s my reputation at stake here, my sanity.

I pull out, still hard as a rock. My abilities are a gift. My cock slaps her thigh as I lean back, a little slowly because I don’t want to appear unsteady, the way I feel.

But how I feel doesn’t make a damned bit of difference right now. Now, it’s all about control.

Mine.

I get up with an ease that I don’t quite feel, and stretch languidly. Another show. I know I look good with my hard rod between my legs. I slap my hand toward a button on the wall, and the audience that had been muted explodes into furious applause. The members of the sex club understand what has just occurred. I stare at the wall of glass. I can’t see them, but they sure as hell see me. Forcing a smile, I give a nod, then gesture to her. Their applause is for you, pretty girl, I tell her with all the gentleness I can muster. You definitely won’t lack for partners.

She lifts her head, meets my gaze with resentful eyes. Damn right I won’t. You’re going to miss me.

Roger that, I agree. I won’t just miss her. I’ll be back to trying to satisfy this gaping hole in my gut, a hole that sex eases but never fills. Yes, sex is my attempt to soothe the raging beast inside me, my drug of choice. A beast from which I have no escape.

1

Ethan

I SHOWER AT THE club and the hot water makes me sleepy. Knowing Ace, a friend and club owner won’t mind, I head to his office for a short nap before I drive home. His sofa is long, luxurious. And for once when I shut my eyes, I fall immediately into my nightmare.

Flames fill my vision. Hellish sparks. Terrifying smoke. Blasting heat. The scent of burning flesh. Brutal pain.

Shit.

I wake up, the curse ringing in my ears, and Ace shaking my shoulder. Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I’m fucking peachy. In truth, I’m trembling. It always takes a few minutes for my racing heart to slow. For me to return to my life, my memories, my own private hell.

It’s closing time, too late to chase away the demons with another pet, another round of fucking.

Ace pours his private label scotch into a fancy glass.

Before he pours the second glass, I shake my head, trying to clear the festering shit from my head. No thanks. I’m going to hit the road.

You don’t look so hot.

Quit busting my balls.

You don’t sleep much, do you? Ace asks. The guy might be a party animal, but he’s damn perceptive.

I don’t feel like talking. No point to it. I can’t change the past. But I’m pissed that Ace has seen part of my beast. I say goodbye, head out of the club. Throw off the last dregs of the nightmare.

But the beast will return. It always does whenever I shut my eyes.

I make this drive home from the club almost every morning. At five a.m. there’s not much traffic. A perfect time to open up my Range Rover and feed my need for speed.

The tires roll under me like a woman just short of climax. I shift into gear, feel the power, and try to drown out my thoughts with the pounding sound of metal.

But tuning out isn’t easy for me.

Damn. I don’t like ending things. It’s a pain in the ass more than anything. I love women. I do. I love everything about them. Their scent, the softness of their skin, the way I make them lose control. Or not.

My skill at reading them keeps me on my game. Their bodies are like road maps I read like a veteran tracker. Making the sex last longer, watching my babes struggle for control, the power over their pleasure is like a drug. And one I crave, even more than pushing my Ducati to max speed on the straightaways.

I’ve cum, now I’m high on fast driving. Then I’ll top off the night with a few cold ones. It might all kill me one day, but fuck one day. Right now, I’m a step ahead of the beast, and that’s what I care about. That, and my next fix.

I’m always on the lookout for my next fix.

Won’t take long. I’m lucky that way. Women at the club like me. A lot.

The empty road stretches endlessly before me. I have the windows and sunroof open. The wind blows my hair and the scent of Miami’s lingering heat soothes me like a woman’s sigh of satisfaction. I have everything a dude could want—willing women, fast cars, a few cold ones on the seat beside me.

If I only keep a step ahead...

The full moon peeks out beneath a cloud. From up ahead, car lights shine into my eyes. I ease my speed instinctively, then see something in the road... A fat-ass turtle crosses the pavement into my lane, its round dome unmistakable. Only in fucking Florida...

I steer into the opposite lane in a gentle S-curve, my tires hugging the road. Turtle saved, back in my lane, I steady the unopened six pack on the seat beside me.

Christ almighty, I swear over the sound of pulsing metal.

A Jeep veers around the turtle, too, into and out of my lane, skids, does a 360 as I pass by. I see the dumbass slow to a crawl and plow into a ditch.

Shit. I share the highway with a fucking idiot. The only other fucking idiot on the road.

Not my problem.

But as much as I’d love to cruise past the fuckwad in the ditch, like shifting my gaze past road kill, I can’t just blow past a wreck on a lonely stretch of road. So, as much as I want to drive on, I simply can’t be the guy to leave a possibly hurt human being behind.

I hit the

Reviews for The Club

[Anne Baker · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Loved this book and the authors style of writing. Thank you Jenna.

[ryella78_580350384 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Good read but the ending was too rushed. Needed more than a couple of paragraph conversation to make everything okay between them.

[arthistorychick · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The Club: Ethan by Jenna ElliotBook #1: The Club SeriesSource: NetgalleyMy Rating: 3/5 starsMy Review: Hhhmmmmm . . . . I’m not entirely sure how to review this particular read as I have completely mixed emotions about it and contradictory thoughts. I guess the most logical approach would be a list of likes and dislikes so, here goes . . . .Likes: Mia: Mia describes herself as completely independent of her past - her parents, her ex-fiancé, law school – and she’d like to keep it that way. Even independent girls sometimes need help and that happens when Mia finds herself and her beloved Jeep in a ditch at 4 a.m. Luckily, there is help available in the form of a completely sexy control freak who apparently knows his way away her body as well as he knows his way around her Jeep. In the coming days and weeks, Mia gets in deep with Ethan and it scares the Hell out of her. He plays her body like a violin but outside the club and the bedroom he is hard to read and even harder to understand. Mia both loves how Ethan makes her body feel and is frightened by her reactions to the things he asks her to do. To be with Ethan means accepting a part of herself she is only just discovering and not all certain she likes. Ethan: There is no other way to describe Ethan other than seriously damaged. He has horrific nightmares that he uses sex to deal with. Ethan’s brand of sex involves total control and total acquiescence to his demands. Oh, he’s no deviant but he is demanding and all his pets know, if they break the rules, they’re gone. Ethan has lived this way for so long he doesn’t really know any other way until he meets Mia on the side of the road. Like Mia, Ethan gets in deep and rather than dealing with his new feelings and emotions, he lashes out and causes far more pain and confusion than is necessary. In fact, Ethan acts like a total d*ck rather than an adult and damn-near loses the one woman who can calm his demons. Plot: Overall, I like the plot with the newly independent young woman crossing paths with a darkly dangerous man. The sexual awakening and discovery aspect is always fun especially when the teacher is hot as hell. There’s also a story mixed in among the sex which includes some backstory on Ethan and an eventual HEA for he and Mia. An HEA and no cliffhanger are always plot bonuses!Dislikes: Mia: Yeah, then there’s the other side of Mia that doesn’t quite sit well with me. Mia proclaims to herself and her best-friend (who is adorable!) that she is making a break from her past, becoming a totally independent woman, and forging her own her parent’s and her trust fund. Yeah, you’re not at all independent when you’re not even paying your own rent. To top it all off, her response to eventually being cut off by her parents is utterly ridiculous and irresponsible. In many ways, this turn of events really changed my generally positive feelings toward Mia to less than favorable feelings. Ethan: Before the big reveal of his past and the cause of his nightmares, Ethan is a real d*ck. He refers to his sexual partners as pets and cares very little for the feelings of his partners. Make no mistake, he isn’t abusive and physically, he does care for his partners but he is admittedly using them to deal with his own darkness and demons. Plot: There is a lot of sex in this book as well as a little bit of story to go along with the sex. I don’t mind a load of sex in my reads but I do mind when it comes out the way it does in this book. Nearly the entire first half of the book, and I do mean first HALF is given over to sex with the actual story finally showing up near the end. It is only after Ethan has been forced to tell Mia a small portion of his story and Mia has made a rash and incredibly irresponsible decision that things get going on something more than a sexual level. The backstory should have been spread out over the course of the read thus making the eventual HEA a bit more understandable and/or reasonable. As it stands, the HEA is based on a whole lot of sex and just a little bit of actual conversation. The Bottom Line: See? I told you I have totally mixed feelings about this read. Added to this mixed-up feeling business is the fact I couldn’t put this book down. I read it in one stretch even though my feelings about the characters changed dramatically as I read. I wanted to choke the life out of both characters multiple times all while hoping they would work their crap out. In all, I think my mixed emotions may have been more clear if the plotting issues I have with the read had been handled differently. If the actual story had played out over the course of the read rather than far too quickly at the end, I may have been able to overcome some of the other issues. With all that being said, I have one more contradiction for you. I bought the other two books in the series and am going to work my through them over the next few days. Yeah, this one is all kinds of crazy