Hello All,

Welp, I last left you with Carter’s Flame. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, check it out here. In Carter’s story, you were introduced to his three younger brothers: Aaron, Joshua, and Tyler. I’ve gotten many questions as to whether or not thee three remaining brothers will receive a story line, and the answer is a resounding YES! First up, among the remaining three is Aaron. He was undoubtedly one of the most intriguing brothers of the bunch, with his gruffness and supposed fairies (what’s going on with that?). I’ve been working hard on Aaron’s story which is currently in the editing/revision stages. But, to give you a little taste of what’s to come, I thought I’d drop off a little teaser for you all. Enjoy!

****Unedited. Subject to change****

Aaron

What the fuck was I doing here? That was probably the first common sense thing I’d asked myself since stepping out of the back of my town car. I glanced around the underground garage, and undid the button of my Tom Ford suit jacket.

“Would you like me to escort-” the chauffeur’s question cut off by the sharp slicing of my hand through the air.

“I got it from here.” I turned towards the metal doors of the elevator. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” I told him not even looking over my shoulder.

“I’ll be right here, Mr. Townsend.”

I didn’t waste time acknowledging his statement. Of course, he’d be there waiting on me. That’s what he was paid for while I was in Chicago on business. But as I slid the shiny black keycard into the slot next to the elevator, it was obvious that this little venture was anything but business. I’d spent the entire past seventy-two hours in business meetings and beating any adversary over the head with my strategy. I needed this outlet like I needed my next breath. Not that a quick blow job or a frenzied fuck would ever be enough to ease all the tension rolling through my body, but it would offer a short respite.

I turned to the opposite side of the elevators upon hearing the dinging of the bell, and the doors spread open, revealing the comforts of The Cage’s fourth floor. Just as I stepped off, a long-legged blonde dressed in only a pair of leather shorts and matching pasties, with a leash around her neck, passed. Holding onto the opposite end of the chain, leading her, was another woman, this one with dark chocolate skin, shaved head and dressed head to toe in a pinstripe black suit. I watched the pair, strut down the hall. The bondage room. That’s where they were headed.

“Welcome back, Mr. Townsend,” The petite redhead behind the registration desk, offered with a smile.

I returned her graciousness with a curt nod.

“Your table has already been set up for you. As promised, two women will be by shortly. We hope they are to your liking.” She smiled revealing perfect, pearly white teeth.

I moved around the registration booth, past the leather loveseats where groups of twos, threes, and fours were in various stages of undress. Removing my suit jacket, I carefully laid it on the back of the loveseat, and sat down, picking up the glass of cola with three ice cubes, that I always requested be waiting for me on my arrival. I took my fill, of the club. Another couple made their way down the dark hall into either the bondage room or eating area. The elevator door opened and a pair of women stepped off, dressed in only short bathrobes. They must’ve come from the Wet Room on the third floor, I surmised.

I found myself watching the women, hand in hand as they moved closer, one finally catching my gaze. One was the color of cinnamon while the second had skin the color of sandalwood. Both average height, with small yet curvaceous bodies. They moved, to stand in front of me, and I was pleased to see that my preferences had been noted by whoever sent these two.

“Mr. Townsend,” one of the women giggled causing a frown to mar my face.

I glared at the two, over the rim of my glass, taking another sip of my drink.

“How are you tonight?” the cinnamon toned one spoke up. When I didn’t move, she took that as a sign to move in closer, placing a knee on the loveseat and crawling towards me. These women were beautiful, but I’d had plenty of beautiful women. They’d be fine for the night, I guessed, until one slid her hand up my forearm to my elbow, pushing the sleeve of my shirt out of the way. She gasped and jumped, when my other hand slammed down over hers.

“Don’t touch me.” I tossed her hand away. “I do the touching,” I told both women, sternly. “Give me a dance while I finish my drink.”

They blinked, looking between one another, before slowly sliding off the loveseat to stand in front of the table. I sat back, arm outstretched with my drink in the other hand. I watched semi-bored as both women began stripping one another.

Movement at the elevators caught my attention. The doors slid open and a thirty-something Asian woman stepped off. She didn’t catch my attention, though she was pretty. It was her companion that made me sit all the way up, body going rigid.

 ****

Patience

How on Earth did I end up here? I was in a sex club for God’s sake!

“Patience, your I.D.” Judy insisted, looking back at me.

I began shaking my head. “Judy, I don’t think I should be here.” My eyes bulged when I looked over Judy’s shoulder to see a half-naked woman sitting on one of the leather loveseats, straddling a man who I could only see from the waist down.

“Patience, I told you to leave your prudish side at home,” Judy insisted, bringing my attention back to her, five-foot-three frame.

“I can’t leave my prudish side at home. I am a prude. I’m a librarian for goodness sakes!…” I whispered the last part, ashamed to admit that, yes, I was a mother in a place like this.

“You weren’t such a prude when you were telling me about that little fantasy of yours… You’re in Chicago tonight. Live a little. You’ll be the same boring librarian …when you get back on the plane tomorrow morning. ‘Kay?” With that, she snatched my wallet out of my hand, rifling through until she found my license then flipped her long, dark silky hair over her shoulder and turned to the hostess at the registration table.

I sealed my eyes shut and inhaled a deep breath. Maybe she was right. I could just make myself comfortable at the bar, have a couple of cocktails and let that be that. I wouldn’t bother to tell Judy that there was only one person who’d ever brought out the non-prude in me. And that was a long time ago.

I sighed and blinked my eyes open, ridding myself of those memories.

“You’re still meeting, Kevin here?” I asked, Judy when she returned my I.D.

“Yup. He texted me. He’s on his way. Isn’t this place cool?” She questioned, looping her arm in mine and pulling me towards one of the loveseats that had a card at the center with the name “Russell” on it, her fiancé’s last name.

“It’s cool alright,” I murmured. “Look, I know I told you about my fantasy and all, but that was just all in fun. I’m not doing anything with any of these men … or women.” I plopped down on the loveseat, looking around. I’m sure my facial expression mirrored a damn deer in headlights. I still couldn’t believe I’d gotten drunk enough to share my fantasy of being tied up and spanked with Judy the night before. Now, here I was, at some place in the West Loop where I was certain most of the people in here had more than just read about rope play, as I had.

“You say that now.”

“I mean it!” I hissed at Judy.

She shrugged. “I said the same thing, when I first came. Then I met Kevin, and…” she just smiled and then giggled. “Oh, he’s here.” She pointed at the elevator and got up to greet her fiancé. I remained seated, still feeling so uncomfortable. When a man passed, throwing a smile in my direction, I returned it in kind but wished he’d keep moving. That wasn’t to happen, apparently. He stopped.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Hello.” I shifted in my seat, looking around.

“You’re new here, huh?”

“Just visiting.” Saying I was new gave the insinuation that I was planning to return but that would not be the case. This would be my first and last time at this place. A visit was more the appropriate term for this situation.

“Have you visited the other floors yet?” He leaned his body against the love seat, moving in just a tad bit closer.

I wanted to move away, but I held my ground. “I just arrived.”

“I’d love to take you to the Wet Room. A body like yours should never be covered up.” His pale green eyes slid down, pausing at the ample cleavage my black dress exposed. They moved further down, pausing again at the sight of my exposed walnut colored thigh. The dress had been Judy’s idea and I was regretting it. I shifted, pushing my long sister locks over my shoulders to cover, as much cleavage as possible.

“Beautiful brown skin like yours …” he paused, moving his hand closer to my arm. Just before I could pull away a voice sounded.

“If you fucking touch her, I will break all two-hundred and six bones in your body.”

The deep voice sent shock waves through my entire body.

It can’t be.

When the strange man stood, moving out of the way, I nearly passed out when my greatest fear was confirmed.

It was him.

Aaron.

He looked a little older, and still just as mean as ever. And that was his appeal, part of it, at least. The man was handsome, bordering on beautiful by conventional standards. With his dark hair, hazel eyes, square jaw and perfect nose with a splattering of freckles across the bridge.

“This one yours?” The strange man asked, looking towards Aaron.

“She’s off limits … to you,” he snarled. “Leave. Now.”

Aaron gave the man a hard look and before I knew it the guy was backing off. Aaron’s gaze lingered on his retreating form for all of two seconds and then he pinned me with his gaze.

I felt as if I was being lifted, even though I remained seated. I couldn’t look away as all types of emotions swirled around in my gut, each fighting for dominance over the other.

Don’t be so sensitive.

That reminder, of his harsh words, allowed the anger I still held to reign supreme. I’d let my anger at him lead the way.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growled, before I could speak. His words knocking all the wind out of my sails.

“I-I,” I stammered but then caught myself. “Having a drink and minding my damn business.” I turned my head, to reach for the glass on my table that had been dropped off by the waitress, but my arm was caught in a steel trap. I dared to look down at his creamy hand, encircling my forearm.

“Get up,” he demanded, but didn’t wait for my compliance. He pulled me up out of my seat with one arm. Once standing, he pulled me tight to his body. With his free hand, he gathered my sister locks at the nape of my neck. His hard eyes moved from mine, down to my lips, face neck and stopping at my breasts. Unlike when the other man had done this same thing, my nipples began throbbing painfully against the cotton fabric of the dress.

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

Why did his simple observation cause a flood in my panties? I should hate this man. No. I do hate this man for the way he treated me.

“Let go of me.”

His jaw tightened along with his grip around my arm.

“You think you’re all grown up now? Think you’re ready for a place like this?”

“It’s none of your Goddamn business what I’m ready for you son of a -”

His free hand clamped around my lower jaw, and his lips crushed mine, pushing my angry words back down my throat. I didn’t want his kiss or his touch. I squirmed to break his grasp but he was too strong and I was always too weak for him. I gasped in pain and pleasure when he bit my lower lip and pulled back, not trying to soothe the bite like he’d done in the past.

“Watch your fucking mouth. Let’s go.”

I stumbled over the heels I wore, that weren’t my own when he began pulling me by my arm. I tugged and attempted to pull free. “Let go of me! Where the hell are we going?!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low to not draw attention from the surrounding patrons. Aaron didn’t even bother to turn and look back at me, pulling me easily toward a long hall.

We passed one room where tables full of food were set up.

“Aaron, where the hell are we-” My question was cut off when he tried the knob of one of the closed wooden doors. The knob turned and he pushed it open. I felt myself propelled forward, just barely able to keep on my feet when he tossed me inside, slamming the door behind him and then my back against the door.

His dark gaze seethed and a twinge of fear scattered up my spine just before he crushed his lips to mine again. Fear, anger and all, it still felt good. Too good. I didn’t want to feel anything but hatred for him. I squirmed and twisted my head, ultimately breaking free of the hold of his mouth.

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, pushing him away. He barely budged but it was enough distance that I was able to reach up and smack him across the face with all the anger I felt. The loud “pop” echoed around the dark room.

He took a step back, his hazel eyes burning an ominous stare into my eyes as his thumb reached up, swiping at the corner of his mouth. His eyes lowered and my chest heaved when I registered the drop of blood on the tip of his thumb. My stomach plummeted when he turned even darker eyes on me and a smile crept on his handsome face.

Aaron didn’t smile.

Crazy bastard.