Leather & Lace

Chapter 5

Three weeks later… 

Lacey twirled the ends of her hair and she sat in deep thought. Her mind was elsewhere as she listened to her best friend Isabella ramble about some random guy she had s*x with recently. Isabella was a year older than Lacey. They met freshman year of high school and have been inseparable since. They were complete opposites of each other. Isabella was a free spirit. She embraced her sexuality whereas Lacey was reserved. Both of them came from wealthy families. Isabella was supposed to take over her family’s business, but she had her own dreams she wanted to accomplish. 

“Lacey?” Izzy called out to her. 

“What?” 

“You zoned out again,” she shook her head. “You’ve been different since you and Edward broke up.” She was different, but it wasn’t because of Edward. Lacey swallowed the lump in her throat as she thought about Brett. She hasn't even been back to the club since she had s*x with him. 

“For the sake of God, Lacey! You didn’t hear anything I just said!”

“What did you say?” 

“Nothing. I guess it doesn’t matter since whatever you’re daydreaming about is more important. So tell me, why have you been so distracted?” 

Izzy sat next to Lacey with two glasses of champagne. She gave her a glass and smiled. “Spill the tea.” 

“I-I, I slept with someone else.” Lacey quickly drank the champagne. 

“Okay,” Izzy said in a high pitched voice. “That’s…..good. So you finally moved on from Edward?”

“Is it good, though? I mean, I had s*x with someone I don’t know.” Amazing s*x. Brett had taken her to new heights. She felt like a woman. A carefree, wild, bold version of herself. She liked who she had become that night. The problem is that she doesn’t think she would go back to that club. It wasn’t really what she’s used to and that’s what scared her. Still, she was so curious about the lifestyle and how she could be fulfilled sexually. Love was out of the question as Edward had ruined that for her. 

“Of course it’s good, Lace. You need to loosen up a bit. I mean look at you now. It’s Saturday and you’re dressed like you’re going to work,” Izzy sighed. 

Lacey’s parents taught her that impressions matter because you never know who you will meet. She lived up to their standards and they praise her as if she’s this golden child. 

Izzy poured Lacey another glass full of champagne. “Here,”

She handed her the glass. “It’s okay that you had s*x with someone random. It means you’re moving on.” 

Lacey frowned. “I know but it was so not…me.”

“And what does not..you mean exactly? Doing what pleases your parents?” Izzy grabbed Lacey’s hands. 

“Be honest to me and to yourself. Did you enjoy it?” 

More than she wanted to admit. She was in full control. She felt powerful and it was the most thrilling feeling she’s ever felt. 

Izzy eyed her until she sighed. “Yes, I did.” They both burst into laughter. “He was so good. So freaking good.” She drank the rest of her wine as she recalled that night. 

“You should go back,” Izzy suggested. 

“Noooo. And even if I do, what makes you think I’ll run into him.” 

“Maybe you will or maybe you won’t. And even if you don’t run into him, I’m sure you’ll find another guy. I mean it is a s*x club. You there to have s*x, not fall in love.” 

Lacey was conflicted. She would love nothing more than to see Brett again. The things she would do to him would go beyond what she dreamed about. 

“You know what? I’m going back. You’re right, this is a start for me to take control. I did once already, right?” She wasn’t asking for validation. It was more of her trying to convince herself. 

“That’s the spirit, girlfriend!” Izzy cheered her on. 

Lacey stood up and grabbed her purse and keys and walked out the door. 

“I want details!” Izzy yelled out. 

 Lacey drove home and showered. She searched through her closet trying to find the perfect outfit. Something that was different from what she normally would wear. She decided to go with a peach skirt with a white lace bralette and peach color blazer jacket. She fixed her hair and make up and left. 

She showed up and went straight for the bar. She needed a drink or two because she wasn’t sure if Brett was actually here. Hell, she didn’t know anything about him except for his name and the way he made her feel.  She ordered a few lemon drops shots and downed them. 

With the music so loud, she could barely focus. She retraced her steps by going on to the dance floor, but she didn’t dance. After standing there for a few minutes, she walked off. Her heels clicked down a hallway as she was so lost in her thoughts. For the first time in her life, she experienced something so indescribable. Something that seemed to be too good to be true and she wanted it again. Maybe it was the alcohol that got her thinking about this but deep in her mind, she knew she wanted to see him again. While Izzy suggests that she sleeps with a different random person, it didn’t sound as appealing as it would be with Brett. 

“What are you doing here, Lacey?” 

She jumped to the sound of Edward’s voice. She turned to face him and there he was standing in nothing but a pair of jeans. 

She tried to speak, but nothing would come out. 

“I asked a question, Lace. What are you doing here? Are you following me?” This made her angry.

“f**k you Edward! I’m not here for you.” She walked past him bumping him but he caught her arm and roughly swung her to face him. 

“So why are you here? Of all places.” 

Lacey snickered venomously. “Wouldn’t you like to know? It’s none of your business why I’m here. What if who I do, no longer concerns you. In fact, it never did. Now get your f*****g hands off of me.” She snatched her arm away and pushed past him. Edward was very upset that she would be in this type of establishment. This wasn’t her and he couldn’t let her do whatever it was she was thinking. The alcohol hitting harder than before, Lacey stumbled, running into the wall as Edward grabbed her by the arm. 

“I’m taking you home,” he said with clenched teeth. 

She snatched her arm away frustrated at him. “I don’t need you to do that. I came here to be f****d Edward! Just like you!” 

“Would you lower your voice, you’re causing a scene,” he hissed. 

“Why? You’re pretty well known in this place,” she scoffed. “I want to be like you. I want to be well known too.” 

“Lacey, you’re drunk. I’m taking you home.” 

“No you’re not!” She tried to pull away and his grip tightened on her arm. She turned and slapped him hard across his face, making him release her arm. Realizing what she just did, her eyes bulged and Edward was shocked at her behavior. He was getting ready to charge at her before he paused at the man who jumped in front of her. 

She was surprised to see Brett. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He yelled at Edward. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Newman. She’s my ex fiancée and I was getting ready to take her home. She’s obviously out of control.” 

Mr. Newman turned to face her, but his angry expression didn’t change. “Ex-Fiancée?” 

“Yup,” she confirmed. “He promised me the world, but do you know what I got instead? Depression. Heartbreak. Do you know what I want now?” 

“I’m sure you’re going to tell us,” he answered sarcastically. 

“I want to be f****d and I want my darling ex-fiance to watch.” Brett knew she was drunk. He’s been watching her from the moment she entered his club. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want, because I can have that arranged?” 

Without thinking, she answered with a nod. “I want him to see what I saw. I want him to see me get f****d hard. I want him to see me get multiple orgasms. I want to see what it is like to be pleasured by a real man.” 

Brett was impressed by her words. When they first met, she didn’t know what she wanted and now even if it’s something she may regret tomorrow, she knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her. 

   Lacey, Brett, and Edward were in a room by themselves. Edward’s punishment for roughly grabbing a woman was to watch and not move. So Brett had him cuffed to a chair. As Lacey sat on the end of the bed. Brett walked up to her and whispered in her ear. 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” 

She was more calm and the buzz of her alcohol had worn off a little bit. She was more nervous now and was mentally kicking her own ass. She could say no and they all leave, but then Edward would win again. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. 

“Yeah. Am I in control again?” 

He looked at Edward then back at me. “Are you asking me or telling me?” Taking his advice from their last encounter. She smiled. “I’m telling you.” She stood up and walked closer to Brett. 

“Kiss me,” she demanded. He didn’t waste any time . He pressed his lips to hers and their tongues danced with each other. She moaned into his mouth as she became caught up in him. 

“Get me out of these clothes.” 

He ripped open her blazer jacket revealing nothing but a lacy bralette. Amusement was all over his face and he leaned down to nip at her neck and chest. 

“Mmmmm, Brett,” she moaned as she looked over at Edward. She smiled at how Brett was making her feel. 

He tore off her bralette exposing her breasts and he greedily took one into his mouth. Lacey ran her fingers through his hair as she arched her back. As much as she was loving this and being in control, she wanted Brett to have his way with her. 

“I want you to have me in any way you want.” Brett flashed her his smile before he walked away from her. In the drawer, he pulled out those leather cuffs along with a thick leather belt. He cuffed her hands together and into a bar that made her face Edward. 

Edward’s face was contorted. She knew he was angry, but she didn’t care anymore. He had no right to be. Returning her focus on Brett, he walked around her eyeing her up and down. 

“You’re so beautiful, Lace. Just as beautiful as you were the last time you were here.” 

Edward’s eyes lifted in surprise. 

“But now I have to punish you for causing a scene in my club.” Lacey suddenly felt the cold leather belt hit her ass. Her eyes watered but no tears fell. In a way she found this arousing, especially when he rubs her tender ass cheeks after each swat. 

“Do,” swat. “Not,” swat. “Ever,” swat. “Do,”swat. “That again,” swat. “Do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.” Swat. A moan escaped her lips. 

“Call me Mr. Newman.” 

“Yes, Mr. Newman,” she obeyed. 

He bent down behind her and kissed each cheek. His warm tongue felt good against her sensitive skin. 

“Please, Mr. Newman,” she whimpered. “I want you inside of me.” 

Brett chuckled at her begging. He was impressed at how obedient she was. This gave him an idea of playing a little game. 

“Tell me something about yourself,” he asked her. This caught her off guard, but she answered anyway. 

“I used to dance. Ballet and contemporary.” 

“Really, so that means you’re flexible?” 

“Yes, Mr. Newman.” Lacey answered in a seductive voice. She knew she was still in overall control. 

“Show me,” he said, impressed. 

Lacey lifted her leg up bringing it higher until it was almost touching her cheek. Her skirt was above her ass and her thing barely covered her moist p***y. 

“And Edward, you dumped her?” Brett teased, causing Lacey to smile. For a minute she forgot all about Edward. Her initial reason for coming was to find Brett in the first place. 

Edward was so pissed and couldn’t do anything about it, even if he tried Brett would have him hauled out and blacklisted. 

“A damn fool. But don’t worry, I got her.” He dropped down in front of her center and moved her panty to the side as her wet opening and clit came into view. 

“Keep that leg in the air.”

He sniffed her scent before plunging his tongue inside of her. 

“Mmmmm, ahhhhh,”

She moaned. He held on to her ass as he devoured her. 

As he focused on her clit, her leg began to shiver and her other leg began to fall lower. Lacey grabbed it with her cuffed hand and held it as Brett feasted on her p***y. 

“Tell Edward that you’re mine, now.” 

She looked at Edward as she told him that she was Brett. Edward rolled his eyes in disgust. 

“Oh god. Brett,” she moaned out. He let her get away with that because it sounded so damn sexy rolling off of her tongue like that. 

“You’re so sexy when you moan my name like that. Now I can feel you clenching and now I want you to come.” Her legs shook and when she let go, she threw her head back and released her juices into his mouth.

“Yeeeessss,” she whimpered. 

“Oh I’m nowhere near done with you. He stood on both feet and held her leg up for her as he unzipped his pants. With his hard d**k in his hand, he lined himself to her and plunged inside of her. 

“Oh God!” She screamed. “f**k yes.” Brett stroked roughly at first before slowing down to more of a gentle thrust. Lacey’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she enjoyed him filling her up. He grabbed under her other leg and he’s now holding her as he begins thrusting faster.  They both weren't paying any attention to Edward anymore. Neither of them cared. They were in their own little world and this was what Lacey wanted. 

Both of their moans covered the room and he f****d Lacey until they both were ready. Lacey came first as her fluids started to roll down his balls. 

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she cried. 

“While still holding her, he released the cuffs from the bar, although her hands were tied and she kneeled down to the floor with her mouth open. Brett placed himself in her mouth and f****d her throat. He stroked her throat occasionally going fast then slowly down. 

“You’re such a good girl, Lace and you look so damn beautiful with my c**k down your throat,” he grunts. 

He proceeds to shove it down deeper into her throat as she takes him in. She bobbed her head back and forth following his rhythm until he came. He was so deep that tears formed in Lacey’s eyes. When he pulled out, she gasped while drooling and had a smile on her face. Brett looked at her with such awe. She was the most beautiful woman he’s been with. He helped her stand up and kissed her up. 

“I’m so proud of you. You did exactly what you wanted.” He kissed her cheek as he uncuffed her. Lacey was speechless. It was even better than the last time. She knew that she would be coming back here but she only wanted him. Well, since she did tell Edward that she belonged to Brett, then she guesses she’s his now. 

“As for you Edward, you are suspended for a month. You can come to the club, but you can not engage in any activity. Oh, and stay away from Lacey, she’s mine now.” 

This made Lacey smile. Since she was his and he was hers. She wanted to get to know him outside of this club. She also wanted to take it slow. She wasn’t sure if this means they were dating or just belong to each other sexually. Brett had Edward escorted out as Lacey got dressed without her ripped bralette. 

“Come here,” he tapped on his leg, indicating for her to sit there. 

When she sat down, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her head. 

“Jesus, Lace. What made you come back?” 

“I wanted you.” She was honest. There was no point in beating around the bush. 

“Well, you definitely got me.” He laughed. “Here is my card, it has my cell phone number on there as well as my home address. I would love to continue with what we have. I want to see where this goes. We can go slow since I know you just got out of a relationship.” 

Brett wasn’t ready to let her go. He didn't think he ever would. The only way he would do that is if she walks away. 

The next morning, Lacey woke up feeling extremely sore but she felt good. Brett drove her home and said he would have her truck delivered in the morning. She gave him her address along with her phone number, but he hasn’t called. 

Edward texted of course saying that they need to talk. She had nothing to say to him. She was trying to move on with her life and Brett clearly told him to stay away from her. She didn’t text him back. 

She whipped her head in the direction of her door. 

Someone was there knocking and for a minute she was hoping that it was Brett. When she opened it, it was a guy dressed in an outfit that mechanics or people who drive tow trucks would wear. He smiled at her while looking at her dressed in nothing but a robe. 

“Sir, can I help you?” She snapped a little as his eyes were focused on the wrong part of her body. 

“Mr. Newman requested to drop your vehicle off. I just need a signature.” 

She signed her name and he gave her the keys. She quickly slammed the door in his face and decided that she would send Brett a message first. 

Thank you for bringing my truck home. Maybe next time, get someone else that’s a little less perverted.

Her phone chimed with a response from him. 

Good morning to you too, troublemaker. I’m sorry about that. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. How are you feeling? 

Lacey smiled as she began to respond back . 

I’m fine. A little sore and hungover.  By the way, I don’t regret what happened either. 

Her phone dinged again. 

Good. You were a very good girl last night. 

Before she could respond, her phone rang with his number on it. 

“Hi, Brett, good morning,” she face-palmed her forehead. 

His chuckle rumbled in her ear. “Good morning, beautiful. I just wanted to check on you.”

She plopped on the couch. “Well as you can see, I’m fine. I’m still in one piece.” 

“And here I thought you wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards.” 

Lacey chuckled and twirled on her hair. “Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Newman, but if you remember anything from last night, remember that I’m flexible.”

“Yes, indeed you are. That was very impressive by the way.”

“Thank you. So..,” she said awkwardly.

“Sooo.” She almost melted to the sound of his voice. “Coffee?” 

“Are you asking me for a coffee date?” She giggled. 

“Well…kinda..yeah I am.” He laughed nervously on the other end. 

“I would like that.” 

“Good, see you in twenty,” he said and before she could respond he hung up the phone. Twenty minutes! She scrambled to the bathroom, quickly showered and got dressed. 

Her phone dinged with a message saying that he was pulling up. Shortly after, there was a knock on her door. When she opened it, her face fell when she saw Edward. 

He pushed past her, making her body hit the door. 

“You need to leave!” 

“No, we need to talk! And this is outside those club hours so your new fling can’t do anything.” 

“Are you sure about that?” Lacey looked over Edward to see Brett standing in the doorway. Her heart quickened at the sight of him. “You have a hard time following orders. I said stay away from Lacey.” 

Edward looked at her and scoffed before he turned to Brett. “Or what? You may own that club but you don’t own her.”

“And you do? Is that why you got so hostile with her? You were the stupid one to end it with her. And now she’s doing whatever she wants and you have a problem with it! Grow the hell up!”

“Oh like you really know her, Brett.” Edward shouted as he stepped in Brett’s face.

“I know what she likes. I know how to please her,” he smirked. 

“Both of you, that’s enough! Neither would be talking about me as if I’m either of your property. Edward, you need to leave. We are done. You ended it and that’s fine. What I do no longer concerns you.” Edward looked at her one more time before shaking his head and left. After the door closed, she let Brett have it. 

“And you!” 

“Me?” He asked. 

“Yes, you. I appreciate you taking up for me, but I can handle my damn self. You can see yourself out,” she gestured towards the door. 

“Wait, Lacey, I’m sorry. You’re right. I overstepped and was out of line.” He walked closer to her. “I’m sorry. Please don’t cancel our coffee date. I was really looking forward to it.”

Lacey took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. This could’ve gone worse. 

“Just coffee?” She asked. 

“Just coffee.”

“Fine, because I didn’t rush to look this good for nothing. And if I need protection, I’ll let you know, okay?” 

Brett was turned on by her fire. “Yes ma’am.” He opened the door for her and they left.