Club Sin

By Asrai Devin

Angel's Secret Sin, also known as Club Sin. Come in and experience all your secret desires.

Two stories.
1) When Emma Sharpe stumbles upon her boss's secret fetish ad, she decides she'd be a prefect fit. Tonight in Club Sin, she'll learn how he can control her body with pain and pleasure. How much of either can she handle? And what does she want from their new relationship?
2) A submissive buys a new dress for taking pictures, but finds herself in Club Sin exposed to the other patrons. She finds it thrilling when another woman joins her Dominant in games of pleasure and pain.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Asrai Devin
• Release date: Nov 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463883051

Asrai Devin

A natural born, platinum Smut Peddler, Asrai Devin is a Canadian brat. She spends her free time creating and curating fine erotic content and sharing it on social media. In short, she peddles the finest smut available.

Book preview

Club Sin: The Dress

You bought the dress for taking pictures, but Sir caught you checking yourself out in the mirror. You blushed and said it was too small to wear out but he said, Oh no, Princess. You’re wearing it to the club tonight. I love how it just covers your ass. His hands ran along the bottom hem, teasing your skin.

So, hours later you are in a cab wearing the dress under a long overcoat. The driver can’t see your dress, but Sir slips his hand inside your coat and teases your nipple piercing through the lace. The cab driver watches in the rearview mirror and you curl into Sir.

Sir’s hand squeezes yours, he knows you have a spectator. A lot more people will see a lot more of you tonight, he whispers.

He pays the driver before he gets out of the car, holding your hand to help you out. Your heels click on the sidewalk under you as you head for the club. You’ve been here before, but never exposed like this.

Inside the front doors, Sir says, I’ll check our coats.

You shake your head. I’m not ready. Your legs almost crash you to the floor.

He leans closer. Princess, if you don’t take it off I’ll drag you straight to the back and take a flogger to your pretty little arse.

You grasp the sash around your waist and untie it slowly. Your eyes grab a piece of the floor as your shaking fingers push the buttons from their holes. Sir stands behind you and eases the covering off your shoulders. As he exposes the dress, you expect to be cold, but the club air is warm. And your body flushes with aroused discomfort.

Sir checks your coat at the front desk then puts his hand on your back and pushes you forward. You walk into the club and all eyes are on you, the ones involved in more lascivious activities only glance at you as you pass them. But the ones who are casually chatting or observing the action roam your all but naked body with greedy eyes. This dress leaves nothing to the imagination.

Your body is hot from the embarrassment and the feeling of pure sex as Sir points you to a table. You sit against the wall, legs sticky on the vinyl booth from sweat and arousal. As you cross your arms over your chest, your eyes land on Sir as he heads to the bar to get your drinks. He leans on the bar holding your gaze. His head shakes as he returns, drinks in hand.

You’re a bad girl, he whispers. Hands at your sides. I want everyone to see what I own.

Your eyes dart around the room as your arms lower. Several sets of eyes skim your exposed flesh, but most people have returned to their own partners. Sir’s hand teases your piercing for the new audience.

He uses his free hand to sip his drink. I don’t think they can see enough of you. He grabs your thigh and pulls it over his leg. His hand slides between your legs, his fingers cool from the glass as he brushes over