Free Breathe by Lauren Jameson

neon lights, a bouncer dressed in black guarded the front door, and the ear-shattering music spilled out into the street.
    The only hint that this club might be slightly different was the couple chatting with the bouncer. The woman was dressed head-to-toe in black rubber. The man wore nothing but small leather shorts and a collar around his neck.
    A leash was attached to the collar, and the woman held the end of it.
    Samantha couldn’t quite hold back a smile when she saw someone walking by do a double take.
    Slowly she walked up behind the couple. The tall, curvaceous Latina woman caught Samantha’s eye and smiled at her in a way that could only be described as seductive.
    “Pretty outfit, honey.” The woman eyed her up and down, then nudged the man she was with. “You new here?”
    Samantha looked from the couple to the bouncer with wide eyes. Her confidence and excitement had vanished somewhere during the walk from her car to the door, and now all she could feel was her anxiety.
    “I’m meeting Angelo Aguirre.” Her mouth was dry, and she ran her tongue over her lips to dampen them. “I’m Samantha Collins. I’m his guest for the evening.”
    The black-clad bouncer nodded, then opened the heavy wooden door for her. “Angelo said to look out for a smoking-hot redhead.” He gestured inside the club. “He’s inside.”
    Samantha cast her stare through the open door with trepidation. This was it. She was really going to do this.
    “Thank you,” she murmured, forcing her suddenly stiff legs forward. A hand on her shoulder stopped her in place, and she whirled around to find the Latina woman looking at her with undisguised interest.
    “If you get bored with Angelo, you just come find me, honey.” The woman licked her lips with relish, leaving Samantha no doubt about what she was referring to.
    “Umm. Thank you.” Samantha wondered if she was quite up to this after all—dry spell and curiosity aside—but then the couple was entering the club behind her and then she was inside, the sights and sounds overwhelming her senses.
    The club was big, one large room ringed around the top with a balcony on the second floor. But it wasn’t so big that she couldn’t see everything that was going on.
    Her mouth fell open—she couldn’t help herself. There were scenes unfolding before her eyes that she could never have conjured up even in her wildest dreams. And the sounds—oh, the sounds.
    The slapping of flesh, screams and cries and moans of pleasure blended in with an energetic dance tune, creating one of the most erotic songs she’d ever heard.
    The space between her legs heated and began to ache. She shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to react to the evidence that she had been aroused by the sights in front of her.
    “Hello, Samantha.” Spinning, Samantha came face-to-face with Angelo. She smiled, relieved to see a familiar face.
    “Hi, Angelo.” She twisted her fingers in the front of her cardigan sweater. The man was handsome like his brother, but stood several inches taller. He was dressed in nothing but black leather pants and a matching vest, opened so that she could see his firmly muscled chest and abs.
    He was hot, and she appreciated the visual. But she couldn’t stop the image of Elijah that crept into her mind.
    The idea of Elijah, bare chested and ready to take her on a tour of a club like this—that made her skin heat with pleasure.
    Angelo seemed to note the flush in her cheeks and was nodding with approval.
    “You’ll be a pretty sub, Samantha.” He nodded toward the fingers that she still had clenched in the hem of her sweater. “You are a guest here tonight, so the dress code will be relaxed somewhat for you. But you have to take off the sweater. It is not acceptable.”
    Samantha bit her lip, tempted to tell him that she’d wear whatever she wanted. She’d wanted someone she knew to go with her to a club, but the idea of stripping down was a sticking point.
    “The reason