But for some reason, I’m enjoying the torture. This is an upside-down distribution of power for a man saddled with a raging God complex, as I’m sure you can appreciate. (Of course, you do-and you like it.) I’m a man who needs to be in control, a fact that probably hasn’t escaped your notice, and in this bizarre but delectable situation, you’re the one holding all the cards right now. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know. Yes, indeed, you’re Mount Everest, my dear-and you must know what kind of allure you therefore present to a passionate climber like me.

And, of course, for telling me your delicious secret, too. “Your email made me hard from the minute it hit my inbox to the moment I stopped reading it for the twentieth time and jacking off to it fifteen minutes ago. “The only thing bigger than my raging God complex right now is my raging hard-on for you,” I type, making myself smirk. I’ve got a sixth sense about these things. What do I want to say? Do I really want to say I want to fuck her, sight unseen? What if it turns out she’s not at all physically attractive to me? What if she’s a great-grandmother or something?įuck it. I stare at the screen, my fingers resting on my keyboard. In The Club, what starts out as an innocent exploration of sexual attraction quickly spirals into a steamy story of unbridled passion, obsession, heartbreak, and, ultimately, redemption. What’s her name? What does she look like? Finding her is my top priority. Her message was so alluring, so irresistible, I’ve been spiraling into a full-blown obsession ever since I got it. Jonas : I was shocked to get my intake agent’s email-I’d attached that note to my application on a whim, never expecting a reply from an actual person, let alone a reply as mind blowing as that. I knew my confession would be like dangling an irresistible carrot in front of his nose-but never in a million years did I think he’d actually hunt me down. I’m an idiot to risk losing my job but I couldn’t resist contacting him. Sarah : When I read Jonas Faraday’s brutally honest personal message on his application to The Club, I practically climaxed at my desk. When playboy businessman Jonas Faraday receives a private note from the anonymous intake agent assigned to process his online application to an exclusive sex club, he becomes obsessed with finding her and giving her the sexual satisfaction she claims has always eluded her, in order to fulfill his own desperate need for redemption.

The club by lauren rowe