Shattered (Koa #5)

9. Asher

Chapter 9

Asher

I hate to admit it, but I’m impressed. I fully expected Sunshine to be a total pussy when it comes to pain. Ribcage tattoos are brutal, but I barely got a wince out of her for three hours. Could I have finished the tattoo? Sure. She ate and drank a little, but three hours of a very painful tattoo with hardly any breaks left her depleted. Something tells me she’d sooner pass out than admit she had enough, and I didn’t want to have to pick her up off the floor.

I’m relieved to find Bane’s out when I head home around six, so my lecture can wait until tomorrow. The chairs we stole from Lila are gone from my deck, and I spot them on hers, near a weirdly out of place punching bag. I briefly consider stealing them back just to fuck with her, but I’m tired and sore, and my leg doesn’t have it in me right now .

I’ll text Bane to do it when he gets home.

Sunshine’s SUV is in her driveway, but I don’t see any sign of her. The absolute abomination of her house is just as obnoxious as it was the first time I saw it this afternoon.

I actually laughed.

Once I get inside, I tear off my shirt as I head into the den, toss it on the sofa, and flop down beside it. I want to get to bed but can’t do the stairs until I rest.

Fuck this leg.

I pull out my phone and fire off that text to Bane before another one comes in from little miss Sunshine herself.

Sunshine: I’m still waiting for that number. And you’re not gonna leak my video, right?

Asher: I can think of better ways you can repay me that don’t involve money. Not like you can run, I know where you live.

I half expect her to hit me with another leg joke, but she doesn’t.

Sunshine: I’m not a fucking prostitute. The video?

Asher: I won’t leak it tonight, you have my word. Now shut up and rest.

Sunshine: Asshole.

I ignore that.

After a while, the gears begin turning. I need to make a move with the house, but I have no idea how to go about it. I can’t paint. Nothing is easy anymore. I’m not asking Bane for help; he’ll be busy with the shop opening, and he’ll end up pushing the house project aside, and I wanna hit Sunshine hard.

I do a little digging to see if there are any homemakers in this little town, and I find the info for exactly one: Neela’s Home Design. I’m guessing it’s the same Neela I met this afternoon. If I ask for her help, she’ll probably tell me to get bent. I’m not wasting my breath. After more searching, I find another in Madison, and email a guy named Morgan. I tell him I want to turn the exterior of my house into Halloween: the blackest paint he can find, skulls, bones, spiders, anything creepy.

After that’s taken care of, I watch Sunshine’s video again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched it. As she starts to undress, unwrapping those tiny tits, I remember how much I stimulated them while I was tattooing her. Would I do that to any other client? No way in fucking hell. But Sunshine? Those nipples of hers are sensitive, and any time I’d even brush against them, they’d harden, and her breathing would pick up just a bit. Not enough to be obvious, but enough that when I looked, I noticed. Her cheeks were so flushed.

My cock hardens in my pants, and I yank them down, palming at my stiff cock. I stroke it at an even speed, watching her undress and flaunt her goods over the video. Her pretty little cunt looks so fucking good, smooth and soft. I almost want to kiss it.

Before I’d bite that clit.

God, the things I’d do to Sunshine. I’d strap her down to my bed so she can’t move an inch and shove a gag in her mouth so she can’t run it like the little bitch she is. Would I make her feel good? Sure. Only before I’d make her scream, maybe even cry.

The thought of pretty little Sunshine helpless and crying does me in, and my cock empties over my chest. I grab my shirt beside me and wipe myself off, tossing it on the floor.

As the video finishes, I’m reminded of a detail bothering me. She mentions Koa. I haven’t heard of it, but I have a funny feeling I know what it is, and I’m a little surprised it’s taken me until now to look it up.

When I search for the name, it leads me to a basic website. It’s all black and plain, with limited words. All it says is Koa—Alton Nightlife, with a phone number, a link to some forums, and no name. I can’t get on the forums without making an account, so instead of going to the trouble, I decide to call the number. To my surprise, I instantly recognize the voice, based on his hello. He has a very distinct, gravelly voice.

“Turner?”

“Yeah, who’s this?”

“Asher, from the hardware store.”

“Hey, man. What can I do for you?”

I could tell him the truth, that I was looking around online and found the website, but I have an opportunity here to fuck with Sunshine even more, and I’m not about to give that up.

“I hope you don’t mind; Lila gave me your number. She was telling me a little about Koa.” I’m still not sure I know what this is, but I’m hoping he doesn’t realize that.

“Not at all. Are you looking to join?”

“Yeah. I forgot to ask Lila, though, is there anything you need from me?” I ask, baiting him for more information.

“For new members, I need a police check and STD panel.”

Bingo, right on the money. “Easy. Could I stop by to grab some more info from you sometime?”

“Yeah, of course. Come on by tomorrow; I’ll text you my address. Bring Lila if you’d like.”

“Thanks man, I’ll be seeing you. ”

But I certainly won’t be bringing Sunshine.

The next day, I head to Turner’s place around noon. His property is enormous, and the house is huge. I follow the driveway to the back, to a makeshift parking lot, and park near a shiny black car and a red buggy.

As I slip out of my car, using the roof like usual, I consider whether I need a higher vehicle. I take a minute to let my leg sort its shit out before I head up the walkway and knock on the door.

Turner answers a moment later with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looks tired as shit with his sunken eyes.

“Hey man, welcome. Come on in.”

He lets me inside and shuts the door behind me.

“You can leave your shoes there; the floors are clean,” he says. “Coffee?”

“Sure.”

I follow him into the kitchen, and he motions for me to sit at the table, so I do. He returns with two cups of coffee and sets one before me. It’s still piping hot, but I sip it anyway.

“So, have you ever been involved with a kink club?” Turner asks.

Jesus, getting right to the point. “No, but I’ve been into kink for a long time.”

I guess, technically, I’m a dom, though I’ve never explored formal BDSM. I’m the one in control at all times, and the girls I’ve fucked in the past all knew that. So does Sunshine .

“The club is in the basement, down there,” he says, motioning to a closed door near the fridge. “We’re limited in numbers. There’s only a handful of members now, and many of them are coupled up. What kind of partners are you looking for?”

He’s politely asking if I’m gay. “Submissive women.”

Turner nods. “We have a few, including Lila. Hopefully, we’ll be able to get some more members soon. Alton’s a small town.”

I already knew Lila was a sub, but somehow, it pleases me to have it confirmed.

“And you said I need a health clearance and police check?”

“Yes. I’ll send you the link for the police check. Once that all goes through, you should be good to join as long as we don’t run into any roadblocks. I’ll warn you right now though, and this is the same speech I give to all the new doms joining the club. You won’t be using any restraints until I’m confident we can trust you. There are panic buttons in each room, so if there is any funny business, my girls know what to do. I get a lick of suspicion with you, and you’re gone. You fuck with any of them, you’re gone, with two black eyes. These people are all close friends, and no one fucks with my people. Safe, sane, and consensual, or I will report the incident to the police. We even have one as a member. Am I making myself clear?”

His speech is very stern, but I can tell it isn’t personal. I agree with him and promise to be on my best behavior.

“Do you want a tour?”

Do I want one? Yes. Will I have one? Absolutely not. I’m not doing stairs in front of this guy.

“Another time,” I say simply. “I’ll get that police check to you and work on that health clearance. ”

“Okay then. Once you’re a member, you’ll get an entry code. The ground floor is free for all the members, and there’s almost always someone here. You’re welcome to stop by and visit in the meantime as long as I’m here.”

“Sweet.”

Turner doesn’t know I have zero intention of joining this club. The moment he mentioned it was downstairs, I shut it down entirely. I’m not doing stairs in front of other people.

But I’m going to fail that police check anyway since I have some minor blemishes on my record. I’m unsure how stern this guy is, but it doesn’t matter. I need Sunshine to think I’m joining.

If I can pull that off, my plan will go through without a hitch.