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  BREAKING FREE

  by

  KAREN ERICKSON

  Amber Quill Press, LLC

  http://www.amberquill.com

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  Breaking Free

  An Amber Quill Press Book

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously.

  Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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  No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

  Copyright © 2007 by Karen Erickson

  ISBN 978-1-60272-159-3

  Cover Art © 2007 Trace Edward Zaber

  Layout and Formatting

  Provided by: Elemental Alchemy

  Published in the United States of America

  Also by Karen Erickson

  Covet

  Hard To Resist

  Night Wolf

  Chapter 1

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  She shouldn't have come here alone.

  Mallory Woodward glanced about the crowded room. She could barely make out the faces in the dim light. The walls were painted black, a heavy stream of machine generated fog filled the room continuously and strobe lights flashed in time with the heavy throb of the music.

  A sex club. She still couldn't believe she was there. And not just any sex club either. No, the most popular, hard to get into sex club in the city, Kama Sutra Club. Somehow, someway they'd approved her application, and sent her the invitation to attend their annual fall fling party, one of their biggest gatherings of the year. She'd jumped at the chance, didn't even need to think about it twice, she'd been so happy that she'd gotten in.

  Now reality had hit and she was apprehensive. Nervous. All alone in a sex club. What was she thinking?

  Of course, none of her conservative friends would've come with her, not that she even told them about it in the first place. And she didn't have a boyfriend. She didn't want one. That's why she wanted to join the club.

  Mallory wanted to act out her deepest desires, those secret naughty thoughts that ran through her mind on a continual loop. She'd always thought she was weird, not right, not normal. Now that she'd become a member of the club, saw all of the fellow members in attendance, she realized she wasn't alone.

  The place was filled to the brim with people of all shapes and sizes, wearing all types of clothes. Conservative, trendy, a little sexy, blatantly sexy, and even nothing at all. In fact, when she looked to her left she found a naked man with a paunch getting a blow job from another man who was crouched before him clad in only white leather pants.

  She couldn't freaking believe it.

  A woman bumped into her and Mallory stepped back, mumbling her excuses. The woman smiled, her ruby red lips glistening in the light from the flashing strobe, revealing straight, downright predatory teeth. She licked her lips and tipped her glass toward Mallory.

  "Your first time here?"

  Mallory smiled nervously. "How could you tell? Am I that obvious?"

  "Oh, I could see by the fascinated gleam in your eye. It's pretty wild, isn't it?"

  Mallory nodded. "Definitely."

  The woman extended her hand, her long fingernails the same shade of red as her lips. "My name is Harlow."

  Mallory shook her hand. "Mallory. Unusual name, Harlow."

  Harlow smiled and shook her head. "My mother had an unusual fascination with old movie stars, Jean Harlow in particular. Hence the name."

  "Very cool." Mallory had no idea what to say. Was this woman hitting on her? Did she mind? Not like she was into lesbian sex.

  But no, she found she didn't mind. It kind of gave her a little thrill. And, heck, at least someone was talking to her.

  "So, did you come here with someone?"

  Mallory shook her head. "No, I'm all alone. And wondering if that was a good idea."

  "Listen, people here are very respectful. Blake runs a tight ship at the club and he doesn't allow any funny business. And when I say that I mean freaks who are out to hurt people, fuck with people, whatever." Harlow waved her hand as she talked, the liquid in her glass sloshing precariously. Mallory took a step back.

  "Who's Blake?"

  Harlow sipped from her glass. "He's the manager of the club, one of the investors. Super rich guy from a conservative family, sexy as hell. I gave him a blow job once, a long time ago."

  Mallory's eyes widened at Harlow's words and naughty wink. She wondered what it would feel like to be so nonchalant about sex that she could tell complete strangers who she gave a blow job to. That she even gave fairly anonymous blow jobs in the first place.

  She wouldn't mind finding out.

  Harlow leaned toward her, a wicked smile curving those red, red lips of hers. "He has a huge cock."

  "Wow. Um, that's great." Mallory gulped. She didn't know what to say. She wanted this, to experience a sex club. She'd been craving it for what felt like forever, and now that she was finally in, finally free to let all of her past hang-ups go, she wasn't sure she could. Maybe it would be best if she took it slow.

  Her problem? Deep down she didn't want to take it slow. She wanted to experience it all, and she wanted to do it now. Tonight. She just needed to find a man first.

  And he had to be just right. Handsome as sin, sexy enough to singe her with just one look; she wanted to experience a tangible sexual connection. With a man she'd probably never see again.

  Considering her past relationship history, that was fine by her.

  "Blake's usually here every night, always with a different woman on his arm. Sometimes two, sometimes three." Harlow explained with a grin. "He has a bit of a playboy reputation, but he's clean. A really nice guy."

  With a really huge cock. Mallory wanted to giggle, but she held herself in check. He sounded exactly like what she had in mind. But would he be interested in her? "Are you here with someone tonight, Harlow?"

  Harlow shook her head. "No, I'm all alone, too, winging it. I was bored, thought I'd come down here and check out the action. It's busy tonight."

  "The fall fling."

  "Right." Harlow finished off her drink and set it on a small table behind her. "People will surely be flinging tonight. Want to walk around together, check it out?"

  "Yeah, let's do it." It might be easier walking around with someone versus alone.

  All alone and she just might bolt out the door.

  Mallory followed Harlow through the crowd, eyes wide as she took it all in. People were already starting to get into it since lots of kissing and heavy petting abounded. Mallory didn't want to be caught staring, didn't want to be rude, but she couldn't stop looking. A woman's bared breast here, a skirt flipped up there, a hand on a bulging male crotch in the corner. Soft whispers and moans filled the air as well as the undeniable scent of sex.

  She couldn't help but feel an appreciative twinge in her own pussy.

  "Hey." Harlow stopped, took Mallory's hand and squeezed it tight. "Don't be afraid to look. These are the exhibitionists of the group; they want you to watch. Trust me, you'll see some sexy stuff. Lots of people come to the club just to watch."

  "I'm already seeing some sexy stuff," Mallory couldn't help but mutter. She glanced to her right, caught sight of a woman kneeling before another female with her face buried in the standing woman's crotch, a
nd stared in fascination.

  "Have you ever had a woman go down on you?" Harlow whispered in her ear.

  Mallory shook her head, unable to take her eyes away from the scene before her. The woman who stood spread her legs, allowing the other easier access, and the crouching woman took it. The unmistakable sounds of a tongue making contact with a juicy pussy filled Mallory's ears, even though the music still throbbed noisily. Her entire body tingled with arousal as she watched.

  "I don't mind going both ways."

  Mallory startled at Harlow's suggestive words, her even more suggestive smile. She started to back away, but realized Harlow still held her hand. "I don't think so..."

  "Oh, come on, Mallory. You look like the type who likes to experiment. I bet you're dying to release all that pent up aggression and sexuality you hold inside of you. It's no good going through life so repressed."

  "I never said I was repressed." Did she?

  "You don't have to, honey. I can spot your type a mile away." Harlow yanked on Mallory's hand, pulling her so close her mouth hovered close to Mallory's ear. "Tell me it doesn't turn you on to watch that woman eat her pussy."

  Mallory couldn't deny it, but just because it turned her on didn't mean she wanted it done to her. Did it? She had no answer.

  "I'm sure it turns you on. I know it's turning me on." Harlow moved even closer, her body brushing against Mallory's, her lips and teeth tugging on Mallory's ear lobe. "We could get a private room and I could go down on you. Lick your pussy until you're begging and screaming for more."

  Mallory flinched away from her, yanked her hand from Harlow's with a jerk. "I'm sorry, I appreciate your friendliness, but you're coming on a little too strong."

  Harlow grinned. She didn't seem the least bit perturbed. "Oh, come on, honey, isn't this what you came here for? A little forbidden action? If it makes you uncomfortable to be alone with me, I'm sure we could find a guy who would be more than willing to take the both of us on."

  Oh, good lord, what had she walked into? Ten minutes at the club and she was propositioned by the most aggressive female she'd ever witnessed in her life. She had not come to the KS Club to find a woman for a lesbian experience.

  She wanted to find a man.

  "Hey, Harlow, who's your friend?"

  Thanking God up above for the interruption, Mallory whirled around to find a devastatingly handsome man standing before her, a devilish smile on his face. Exactly what she had in mind for tonight.

  He was tall, well over six feet, with impossibly broad shoulders that were encased by a straining black T-shirt. Closely cropped dark hair, sun kissed skin stretched over prominent cheekbones and a firm jaw. Brilliant blue eyes stared at her, assessing her, but not in an overt way. She allowed her own gaze to trail down over his athletic form and gulped when she glimpsed the impressive bulge encased by snug black leather pants.

  He was her every fantasy come to life.

  "Hi, Blake, this is Mallory. She's new." Harlow moved so she stood beside her, smirking. Mallory wanted to wipe the smug smile from her face.

  "Mallory." He offered his hand to her and she took it, her palm sizzling when they connected. His fingers were warm and sure as they wrapped around hers, and he shook her hand slowly before releasing it. Almost reluctantly, she thought.

  "Hi." She felt like a fool, but she didn't know what else to say. It was as if the man had taken away her ability to speak or even think. All she could do was stare.

  "He's the owner of the club, Mallory. Remember I told you about him?" Harlow shot her a knowing glance.

  "Yes, that's right," Mallory murmured. She felt her cheeks heat up and hoped no one could tell she was blushing. Of course, the club was so dark she could hardly see anything. Remembering Harlow's comment about the size of his penis, she couldn't help but evaluate, since the leather pants hugged it so well. How embarrassing.

  "I'm just an investor, one of many owners, though I do manage the club." He smiled in Mallory's direction and her knees wobbled, threatening to give out. "So, what do you think of it, Mallory? The club?"

  "Oh, it's...nice."

  He cocked a dark brow, an utterly sexy move. "Nice, huh? Has Harlow given you the full tour?"

  Mallory shook her head, her low ponytail swishing across her bare back. She was thankful for the snug red halter top she'd chosen to wear tonight. It flattered her moderately sized chest immensely. A fact she realized even more when she caught Blake's gaze wandering downward, landing right at her breasts. "I really just got here."

  "Well, since I run the place, it's only fitting that I give you the grand tour." He offered his arm to her and she took it, her arm hooking around his thickly muscled bicep. His arm was as hard as a rock and she longed to run her fingers over his warm skin.

  "I would appreciate it," she said with a tiny smile.

  Harlow stood beside them with her mouth hanging open. "Um, Mallory, didn't you want to..."

  Mallory shook her head. "Thanks for everything, Harlow. Maybe I'll see you around later?"

  They left the dumbfounded Harlow where she stood, and Mallory could barely contain the giggle that wanted to spill. Blake gazed down at her, his expression much like one of a co-conspirator.

  "Don't tell me she hit you up."

  Mallory's mouth dropped open in shock. "How did you know?"

  Blake shrugged, his arm brushing against her side, and she shivered. "She hits on all of the new girls; it's her thing. She's a rampant lesbian, though she hates to admit it. Why, I have no idea. She loves nothing more than to lick a woman's pussy."

  Tingles danced along Mallory's spine at his use of the word pussy. She could imagine this man talking dirty to her, ramming his long, thick cock deep inside her over and over again while she lay tied up and defenseless on a bed. A bed covered in black satin sheets, her body sprawled and tied spread-eagled.

  Her pussy flooded with moisture at the thought.

  "I apologize for her behavior. She's not a true representative of our club. We're classier than that." He smiled. "I hope."

  She was completely enthralled. With his face, the sound of his voice, the feel of his long hard body brushing against hers as they walked. He was the epitome of sex, all slick masculinity and raw sexuality rolled up in one.

  Without a doubt she knew she wanted him. By the look in his eye she thought she had a pretty good chance of ending up in bed with him.

  Mallory couldn't wait.

  Chapter 2

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  The woman on his arm was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Blake watched Mallory appreciatively as she walked with a natural, smooth grace beside him, her brown eyes wide as she drank in all that surrounded them. The club's annual fall fling brought all of the exhibitionists in their full glory out and tonight didn't disappoint. It was still early by club standards, yet all of the naked flesh and goings-on were already in full force.

  Mallory didn't seem to mind. Oh, she appeared a little shocked, but he could tell she watched with curiosity and not disgust. He always liked to meet the first timers, especially the women. They were always so eager, so enthusiastic, so experimental.

  He loved his job, relished it really. He'd grown up rich, his father having earned his millions the hard way, with lots of work and endless devotion to his tireless job. Basically abandoned his family, choosing instead to work long hours, and forced Blake's mother to find something to occupy her time. Unfortunately, she didn't occupy her time with her only child and son, but instead dumped him on an endless string of nannies.

  Of course, he'd rebelled every chance he got. Always expected to work for his father's export business, he'd completely surprised his parents and quit. Invested some of the trust money he came into when he turned twenty-five into the Kama Sutra Sex Club, much to his parent's dismay. His friend Rob had started the club, and Blake couldn't resist the temptation. An endless string of women looking to get laid every night, what man could resist that?

  Four years later and the club was a complete su
ccess, with many thanks to him. He never thought he'd manage the club, yet here he was and he enjoyed it, too. Not just the perks of being surrounded by women every night, but he relished the day-to-day process of actually running a business. He liked it, he was good at it, and he didn't want to stop. Hell, he'd already half convinced Rob to start a chain of KS clubs throughout the state. Rob was currently on the hunt for other investors.

  Mallory squeezed his arm gently with her delicate hand, bringing Blake back into reality. He glanced down at her, and she turned her face up to look at him. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in her features. Her expressive brown eyes, the pert little nose and rosy lips that practically begged to be kissed. He could become lost studying that face.

  Shit. Where the hell did that come from? He didn't get lost in studying anyone's face, beautiful or not. He hadn't believed in relationships ever. Hell, he hardly believed in casual dating. He liked his interludes with women to be simple, just a meeting of flesh, a few hours of gratuitous sex. He could admit it to himself. Relationships freaked him out because of his parents. The phrase "long-term" didn't exist in his vocabulary.

  Just one look at this woman and already he thought differently.

  "So, I hear there are different themed rooms?"

  Her soft voice wafted over him, made his cock jerk and harden beneath the tight confines of his leather pants.

  "Yes, there are the personal rooms that have various themes. The open rooms have different themes as well. This one is our Moroccan themed parlor."

  He'd led her into the place he was most proud of, the one public room that aroused him like no other. The walls were painted a rich burgundy with amber colored glass lamps hanging from the ceiling by thick chains. Low, overstuffed couches filled the room, scattered with plump, vibrantly colored silk pillows. A belly dancer wandered around the room, shaking her hips to the sound of the sitar music piped in through the built-in speakers. The soft clanking of her coin belt tinkled over the sound of the music and all of the men, and even the women, who watched her were enthralled.