Chapter 1 Caught

Jack gave me a ring and proposed. But in reality, his father paid for the ring. Jack doesn’t work because his father is an astonishingly wealthy man.

At this moment, we were discussing the engagement with Jack's father, but Jack's hand was sliding up my leg under the table. I turned to glare at him. He just smirked at me, clearly amused.

After a brief conversation, Jack and I were left to stay the night. As soon as we got to the room, Jack started undressing me while pulling me into an embrace, his lips teasing mine.

I shook my head and took a step back. "Jack, not here. Your father is in the next room." It felt too awkward.

He sighed, climbing into bed. "You know, you worry too much when it comes to sex. Relax, babe!" His words stunned me, and he laughed. "Forget it. Sleep." He turned over.

Maybe I did need to relax? But being so close to his father while having sex made me uncomfortable.

The next morning, I went downstairs to find Jack's father, Alaric, smiling at me.

"Did my son keep you up all night?" he asked with a smile.

"Not exactly. My thoughts wouldn’t calm down." I kept replaying Jack's words in my head.

"Well, I hope you'll sleep better once you're home tonight." I nodded, watching as Jack came downstairs.

On the way back, I could tell Jack was in a bad mood, likely because I had refused him last night.

Maybe it was just my issue—I was probably overthinking things.

As we walked in the door, he grabbed me, his kiss turning aggressive. He pushed me into the bedroom, stripping off my clothes. My body fell onto the bed as he climbed on top of me, his lips pressed against mine.

"Babe, we need to be quick. I'm running late." He yanked his pants down and thrust into me. His hips immediately picked up speed. I clung to him, hearing his pleasured groans as he finally climaxed. Then he got up, dressed, and left the room without even a goodbye kiss.

I didn’t understand why Jack enjoyed sex so much. For me, it was just ordinary. Was there something wrong with me?

Six months later, after a party, I was getting ready to celebrate the holidays with Jack.

I smiled as I opened the door, but then froze in shock.

Jack was naked, holding another woman, smiling at me.

"How could you do this?" I screamed, pulling off a shoe and throwing it at him.

"Because you're boring! God, woman, you're so dull." He laughed, shouting in my face. "You were just a means to an end. I wanted to inherit the money, and you helped me get it!"

I stood there, paralyzed. So, Jack had only used me to make his father believe he was settling down, and all of it was just to get the money.

Bex was furious when she found out. She shouted at me, "Do something about it!"

"Like what?" Nothing I did could bring Jack back.

"Prove that jerk wrong. Make people talk about you and what you do. Write a sex bucket list."

I laughed at her suggestion.

It could be fun. I picked up a pen and notebook, staring at the blank page.

When I finally started thinking, my mind went blank.

1. Visit a sex shop

2. Watch porn

3. Use sex toys

4. Kiss a stranger

5. Kiss a woman

6. Take a pole dancing class

7. Take sexy photos

8. Dance at a club

9. Buy sexy lingerie

10. Have a threesome

11. Go to a sex club

I kept writing until the list filled two pages.

I stood outside the shop, took a deep breath, and walked in.

My fingers brushed against the leather lingerie. I picked up a set and carried it with me, continuing to browse, then headed to the sex toys section.

Blindly reaching out, I grabbed three different cards, along with a pair of handcuffs and a whip, before heading to the checkout.

Once back in my car, I burst into laughter. I bought it all. What had I gotten myself into? Back home, I placed everything in the drawer by my bed. These were things I had to try, right? Otherwise, why buy them?

The next day, when I returned home, I found Jack in my room.

"What are you doing here?" I glared at him.

He was sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on the items.

"Why do you have these?" He picked up the handcuffs.

"Jack, you need to leave." Why was he here?

"Look, you wanted my attention, and you’ve got it. Come on, Ruby, you want to play, so let’s play."

"Jack, I do want to play, but not with you. Please leave." He looked at me in shock.

"You've got to be kidding."

"No, get out of my room!" I screamed.

"Fine." He stormed out, practically growling.

After he left, I invited Bex to join me at Boudoir Bunny.

She gasped. "You know what that is, right? It’s a BDSM club, a full-on sex club. They’ve got private rooms and everything."

I chuckled. "Yes, but I still want to go. I've always wanted to."

"Then come with me. Do you have the right outfit?" She told me I couldn’t wear regular clothes.

"Yes!" I held up an outfit that was more like lingerie. I told her, "I even have the perfect shoes to match."

But as I started checking everything, I realized I had left my shoes at Jack's dad’s house.

Chapter 2 The List

To prevent Jack from leaving my things for another woman to use, I had to go back and retrieve them.

On the way to see Alaric, I didn’t even have time to change out of the sexy lingerie.

When Alaric saw me, he didn’t seem too surprised. I thought Jack would have told him everything was over, but apparently not.

He handed me a glass of water, which I accepted.

“Thank you, Alaric.”

“Ruby? Where the hell is your ring?”

I held back tears, shaking my head. “We’re done. I’m sorry, I thought he’d have told you.”

“Fuck, you’re about to cry. What happened?”

“I found him in our room with another woman.”

His eyes widened. “Can I use your bathroom?” I avoided his question, tossing my bag aside and rushing off.

When I returned, he grabbed my hand, pulling me close. “What’s this?” He patted his side, and I looked down.

Damn, my list.

He turned the paper over. “Explain why you wrote this list.”

“Uh…” I swallowed hard.

“Ruby, why did you make this list? Because these are things you’ve never done or tried before?”

Damn. I bit my lip as he trapped me between his body and the kitchen counter.

“Well, these are things I haven’t done or experienced yet.”

I felt his body tense, his hand gripping my chin, turning my face to look at him. “You’re joking, right?” I tried to shake my head, but it didn’t work.

“Ruby, you and my son have been together for years, having sex. Are you saying you’ve never had an orgasm, that he’s never gone down on you?”

His words made my body tremble, and my head began to nod. “I’ve never truly enjoyed sex,” I admitted. That’s why I was so relieved to turn Jack down whenever he tried to have sex with me.

“I want to help you cross off those last two items on your list.”

My body shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit me. Damn…

“I...” Damn it. I wanted to refuse, but the way he stood there made my body crave him. This was a feeling I had never experienced before.

He turned me around to face him, his hands sliding along my legs. “Take them off.” His fingers brushed against my panties.

Damn, I hadn’t thought this through. I was wearing a one-piece leather corset.

“I said take them off. I can’t do this properly while you’re covered.”

I nodded, lifting my skirt. His eyes widened as he muttered a curse.

“Ruby, why did you come here dressed like this?”

Feeling shy, I turned away from him, but his curses grew louder. He grabbed my ass. “Your entire backside is exposed. Did you ruin this outfit?”

“Take it off.” I nodded at his command, unfastening the clasp at my neck and sliding the corset down my body. Though I had my back to him, I could feel his gaze burning into me.

His hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. He paused at my hips before lifting me onto the kitchen counter.

“Say no, Ruby,” his gaze moved along my body as I spread my legs wider.

“No...... I don't want to walk away… I don’t want this to stop, Daddy.” He groaned and pushed me back until I was lying down. His hands stroked my legs, spreading them farther apart.

I expected him to grab my hips. Instead, his hands continued to move up my body while his head lowered and landed between my thighs.

I feel his tongue stroke along my clit, his hands wrapping around my throat.

My body vibrates with pleasure as his tongue moves slowly. His hands around my neck keep me against his mouth. He works slowly, gently, moving from my core back up to my clit, each time it causes my hips to raise.

Slowly, his tongue begins to speed up and spear into me. His groans against me cause my body to tremble with need. Each movement of his tongue seems to work faster and deeper. Pushing me higher and making me a little more crazier than before.

My hands grasp into his hair as his hands tighten around my neck. His tongue drags along my sex, and he sucks against my clit. The word no is screamed from my lips as I try and push him away, only for him to bury his head deeper between my thigh.

My body rocks, and I cry out. Adour swells within me, and I lose control of my body as his mouth and tongue work even faster. I barely even gain back my consciousness before he's pushing me into another orgasm.

I black out, it hits that I forget how to breathe, and my entire body feels like it's covered in goosebumps as the blood flows through it faster.

His hands release on my neck, his head raising from between my thighs. My release covers his face and beard. His hands grasp my hips, and he pulls me to stand in front of him. I feel his mouth against my near.

"The next guy who touches you, if he can't do that, walk away." Shit...I don't even know how to answer. He turns and grabs a drink before handing me one.

"Is something wrong?" He looks at me, and I know why he's asking.

"I just, I'm not sure what to say or do now. I feel out of place."

He chuckles. "Now you don't know what to do or say and feel out of place? Not before, when you were naked or screaming my name?"

I bite my lip.

"This just proved my point," he taps the paper. "How bad would it have been after your one-night stand?" I nod my head and glance at the clock.

"I'm going to be late." I got lost in everything.

"Get sorted here. Use Jake's room." I move and pull the dress on, just so my body is covered. I don't feel ready to walk around naked. Grabbing my things I rush upstairs and he follows, I watch him go into his room and I go to Jake's room. Showering. I get dressed and find the shoes.

Walking out, I see his door open slightly. Walking over, I raise my hand to knock and stop when I see him through the gap in the door. My eyes go to his hand as it moves over his cock.

He's big. Really, damn huge. I swallow hard and watch his hand move. "Ruby, step in here." How did he know I was here? I step in and watch his hand move. "I'm sure that this will work and mean you can cross of number thirteen."

All I can do is nod. My eyes fixed on the way his hand strokes his cock. His tongue moves over his lips. "I can still taste you on my lips." He groans and moves his hand faster. "So fucking sweet, so pure." I watch as his hand quickens and tightens on his cock. "You taste like heaven." He growls, and his hips buck, I watch as the cum spurts out of him landing on his hand and stomach. Slowly, his hand stops.

"Enjoy your night, Ruby. Stay safe."

All I can do is nod, turn and run. Which I do, I run and fucking fast. I'm not even sure what the hell just happened. Getting outside, I climb into the car and begin driving.

Yet, my mind is on him. On every move he made, on all the ways I felt. The ways he made me feel without even damn touching me. Hours later, I stopped outside the club. I see Bex and her car.

Slipping off the dress, I put on the mask and walked over. Knocking on the window, I watched her open it.

"You were ages. I tried calling. Did his daddy apologise for his son being an asshole?"

"Like you wouldn't know." She tilts her head and gets out. I watch as she puts on the mask.

"What did that mean?" She hooks her arm through mine, and we walk in; she leans in and sniffs me before feeling my hair. "Oh no, you didn't fuck his dad as revenge did you?" She laughs and looks at me. "You did?"

My face burned a little at the thought of what Alaric had done to me today, and I quickly opened my mouth to deny it, "No! I didn't fuck him or use him for revenge." I walk to the bar and order a drink, her eyes staying fixed on me.

"You did something. What happened?" She looks at me, waiting. Standing, I explain what happened, and her eyes widen.

"His dad?" She stares at me.

"He's actually really fucking hot. Like, unbelievably hot. So yes."

Her eyes almost come out of their sockets. "His dad!"

All I can do is nod. "I think I regret it now. At the time, though, my body was exploding with pleasure, and it wanted him, so when he told me to say no, I didn't."

God, what did I do? It was Jake's dad! Of course, everyone is going to think that was for revenge, but it wasn't. Oliver was for revenge, his dad? Well, that was for me.

We walk around the club, it's amazing, surely this would be a safe place to find someone to have fun with?

I stand holding the whip, tangling it around my fingers.

"I have to say, I'm glad we came here." Bex smiles, and I nod.

"It is an amazing place." If only I had someone to use it with. I'm not sure I'm comfortable signing up to use it with a random guy, even if they are all vetted beforehand. My body leans against the bar as we talk.

I do want to come back. Hands appear on either side of me. Bex glances at me and then at the person behind me.

"Now, why are you here, Ruby? Didn't we agree that you trying anything like this with a stranger was dangerous?"

Chapter 3 My Pleasure

My body instantly sets on fire with pleasure as I hear his words. Bex's eyes widen, and a knowing look crosses her face.

"I'm getting home." She smiles and walks away, no! She was meant to talk sense into me and tell me not to do it again. She wasn't meant to leave me here, in a full-on sex club or, rather, BDSM club.

Sucking in a breath, I turn and face him. "I said I had plans, and that's why I was wearing this." He asked me why I went to his place wearing it, and I told him why.

"I thought you were going to a local bar in the dress. Not here, practically naked." My body shakes at his words. "Why are you here, Ruby?" His eyes delve into mine. I raise my hand to remove the mask, and he stops me. "Leave it on." He says that, yet he hasn't put on a mask.

"It was on the list, Alaric. To visit a place like this." He saw the list.

"I thought that you meant a club with music and props, not something real."

Biting my lip, I nod. "I wanted to see what places like this were like." It's something different.

"Then let me show you." He holds out his hand. God, what am I doing? I stare at it, debating if I should or not. "I won't touch you, Ruby; I am going to guide you around and show you the place. Nothing more."

Nodding, I place my hand in his.

"As you can see, this is the lobby. Guests sit here and drink and talk. Nothing too exciting happens here." He walks past the room and down the hall.

I stand shocked. "A sex shop, many items here are sterilised and used. Things that go inside the body, however, you have to buy yourself." All I can do is nod as he leads me back to the entrance.

"This hallway is for submissives, brats, and such." I followed him onward, and he led me to stand outside the window of a room with a dull pink light.

My eyes widen. "As you can see, the rooms are fully equipped; anything someone may need is there. Within reason, as I said, anything that goes inside the body has to be bought and taken away with you."

I stay staring. The woman is kneeling, her mask covering her eyes. Nothing much is happening. The man is walking around the room, picking up things. I feel Alaric move and follow him.

"Again, submissive." His words have me look through the window. Shit. Okay, this is more than the last window. The woman is tied up, the whip swinging and hitting her. "This hall is for submissives, male and female. There is a limit to three people in the room."

Turning, he guides me back out and down another hall. Unlocking the door, we step through, and my body stops.

"This side is more extreme. This hall is where people come if there will be more than three people. These rooms are typically used by those into gangbangs, orgies and such." He says it like it's normal. Each room is similar, with a male or female submissive surrounded by people.

He walks out and goes down the next hallway. I'm not sure what to expect in this hallway. He stops, and I look.

"This is swingers." Okay, that's not as big of a shock. "The rooms are locked; only those signed in can enter them. These hallways are staff halls; they can check everything is fine while doing their rounds."

"Rooms are locked?"

He nods. "Before going to a room, people sign in, sign contracts, and such. Let's say you had a partner. You could come here with another couple and rent the room. Only you and that couple would have access. Or, you may come here as a couple and request a couple join you, and if one is available, they would."

I nod slightly. "And the last hallway?"

"Those rooms are different; the submissive agrees to how many people, and beforehand, they also agree they are happy with it being those people. Again, people come here with the people they plan to use, or they come and request others join." He walks out, and I join him.

A few minutes later, we walked through another door. "This side is open." He walked down a hall, and I again looked in the room. The door was open?