Club 738 - Slave

By Vittoria Lima

“Boss” the handsome and sadistic owner of notorious Club 738 easily seduces young Leila at a party. He’s practiced at the art of seduction and she’s not the first bored and promiscuous woman looking for a strong man. The limo and driver are already outside, waiting.

Inside the limo, a sadistic sneer replaces his handsome grin and Leila is about to learn that bad girls are always punished, especially at Club 738.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Rising Publishing
• Release date: Dec 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516373895

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Club 738

Slave

Vittoria Lima

Copyright© 2015 Vittoria Lima  All rights reserved

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter One

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It was another mid-week loft party and Leila was bored.  Not only was she bored with the party, she was bored with her life. Her low paid job as a gallery assistant wasn’t as glamorous as she had hoped and the men she dated were mostly passive artists and musicians, or just uninspiring.

Leila had no problems finding lovers; she was attractive by anyone’s standards. But when they left her apartment after a night of post wining and dining sex, she was always relieved to see them go, leaving her aching for something deep, passionate and raw.

"So who will I have tonight?" Leila wondered, scanning the crowd for someone to ease her loneliness. She was horny; the combination of the drugs, champagne and the erotic black and white photography on the walls of the loft apartment were making her body warm, very warm.

The photographs displayed every possible sex act and were characterized by intense male dominance over his submissive female partner. One photograph, hanging in a dark corner, showed a woman firmly fastened with cuffs to a frame while one man invited another to take her from behind.  As Leila stared at it, she felt the crotch of her thong moistening.

A voice close to her ear startled her. I see you like that one, don’t you? he said.

Yes, she admitted, somewhat reluctantly. It makes you...

Aroused? he enquired.

Leila nodded; embarrassed he had noticed her fascination with the erotic images.

It’s because the men are taking what they want and the woman is receiving what she needs, he said in a vaguely foreign accent. She looked at the handsome, well-dressed man more closely. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes and probably in his late 30’s.

Without any warning, he pulled Leila into him, kissing her hard, grabbing her buttocks, and pressing her hips hard against him. She could feel the large bulge of his cock pressing against her stomach. She started to protest his failure to ask first, but his tongue forced its way between her lips and she melted into his body and kiss.

I can tell you need a strong male hand, he smiled, pulling away after their long and probing kiss, someone who can give you what you need.

He pushed her gently but firmly against the wall and cupped her large breasts in his hands, kneading them, looking directly into her eyes as he did so. Leila felt almost faint with arousal at what this handsome stranger was doing so boldly. Running his hand up her leg, he lifted her skirt, pulled her damp thong down, and plunged two thick fingers inside her wet pussy.

The thought that someone might actually notice what they were doing in the