Even at 55, Kaden Turner’s the ‘class clown’ of Silk Rope. He’s never been serious about anything in his life except his ‘51 Chrysler Windsor, his ‘49 Caddy—and Kinbaku, the art of erotic bondage.
A glimpse, catching her eye, a visceral shock, and Kaden’s world suddenly changed.
Recently joined, Nerida Hughes, 54, ASD neurodivergent, ignores everyone at the club. She stripteases, masturbates, then slinks away as fast as possible. But she received the same ‘shock’ upon seeing Kaden.
It scared her!
When Kaden approached her a few weeks later, she screamed at him to leave her alone, in front of Master Ash. Kaden’s distraught—Ash banned him from talking to her.
How to meet someone who’s so shy? Who refuses to talk? Who he now can’t approach at the club?
Someone who’s made it plain she doesn’t want anything to do with Kaden.
Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, anal sex
“That was fucking amazing!”
Finn’s words echoed in Kaden’s head—he’d thought the same thing. When Kaden tried to push past him, Finn grabbed his arm, but he shook it off .
‟What’s the rush?”
He needed to get to her.
Looking at Finn, he almost shouted, ‟Gotta go, talk to you later.”
“Don’t be an idiot. You heard what the others said.” Finn’s deep voice held no understanding.
“This is different. I have to go.”
She was leaving as he shouted “no.” He left Finn looking sadly at him, then took the stairs two at a time, but there was no sign of her. She must have gone into the changing room.
‟Damn.”
Kaden sat on the bottom stair, resting his head on his hands. Maybe she’d come out. He waited at least fifteen minutes, then got to his feet, heading into the foyer.
Speaking to Stan, he asked, ‟Did a woman leave in the last ten minutes?”
‟Only Nerida.”
‟Damn! You mean she’s gone?”
‟Yeah. Why?”
‟I wanted to speak with her.”
Stan laughed. ‟You and at least half the club, my friend. You’ve got no chance.”
Kaden looked at Stan. ‟What d’you mean?”
‟Just that. At least half the members who’ve seen her act want to get to know her, but she avoids all contact. Just ask Ash—he’s been trying to talk to her since she started, but except for her initial interview with Olivia, I’ve heard no one’s been able to have a conversation with her.”
‟No one?” Stan shook his head.
Kaden sighed. ‟That’s what they told me, but I thought… Okay, thanks, Stan.”
Disappointed to have missed her, and with what Stan had told him, Kaden went back into the club. Sophie still sat in the lounge and was alone, so Kaden threw himself onto a couch alongside her.
‟Hi, Kade. Did you see the performance?”
‟Yeah.”
“You don’t sound too happy.”
‟She left.”
‟She always does.”
Kaden stared at Sophie, a little confused. ‟I wonder why?” He gave a soft groan. “I only wanted to talk to her, but I missed her.”
Sophie looked at Kaden, her gaze softening. ‟Don’t get your hopes up about Nerida. I don’t think she wants contact with anyone. So many of us have tried, but as we told you, she rejects all overtures. She’ll respond with ‘hello’ when we say it, but that’s it. She’s never initiated a conversation—or even a ‘hi.’”
Kaden shook his head. ‟You don’t understand, Sophie—there’s something special about her, something meant for me.”
‟Oh, Kade.” There was a tinge of sadness in Sophie’s voice. She touched his arm. “You’re just caught up in the mystery.”
‟No, I’m not. I can’t explain it but I know she’s important to me.”
Sophie sighed softly. ‟I hope you won’t get too disappointed when she continues ignoring you.”
‟I’ll find a way, I will.”
