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  From the Ashes

  A Forbidden Series Novella

  Dani René

  Edited by

  Vanessa Bridges

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Skyla

  2. Kael

  3. Skyla

  4. Kael

  5. Skyla

  6. Kael

  7. Skyla

  8. Kael

  9. Skyla

  10. Kael

  11. Skyla

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Stalk Me

  Also by Dani René

  Copyright © 2017 by Dani René

  Published by Dani René

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 978-0-620-74200-9

  In order to rise From the Ashes

  A Phoenix must first burn in the fire

  The lights are focused on us as we finish up our routine. The stages are in the center of a large lounge area and every man’s eyes are glued to the two of us. We’ve become somewhat of a team. Men love my red hair and her chestnut locks. Her hazel eyes and my emerald pools seem to hypnotize them.

  There are two platforms, mine which is off to the left has one sleek, silver pole, and to the right Dakota’s has a chair, which she’s currently leaning on as the song ends. Her long, slender legs shimmer with the glitter she brushed on earlier.

  Inferno.

  The nightclub that’s given me a sanctuary from my past. An elite club with only the richest of clientele. They pay an exorbitant fee to see me wrap my legs around a metal pole. They watch me and the girls, sway and gyrate, wearing slinky outfits. They beg us to taunt them.

  For the more exclusive clients, there’s a menu if they’d like more than just a dance. When they request something from that sleek silver card, we’re at their beck and call.

  From where I’m positioned backstage, I notice Dax, my boss, and Axel, the head of security—the only two men I trust since leaving the hell I came from—stalking toward the bar. They’ve been good to me and the other girls who work for them.

  “Skyla,”—Dakota’s melodic voice drags me from my daydreams of another life—“orders up!” she quips, with a smile so bright it lights up her face. I know what she means, two clients requested us. The VIP package in this place means men can ask for any girl to join them in a private room, and if they pay the premium, they get to fuck us, and it seems tonight Kota—which is her stage name—and I will be entertaining someone.

  I follow my best friend down the hallway. “Which room are we in?”

  She glances at the card that Theia gave her and responds over her shoulder. “The Raven Room, looks like we have two men to dance for tonight.” This room is mine—well, it’s my favorite. With muted colors and a beautiful pole in the center, I feel as if they made it for me.

  Upon entering we find the clients already seated in the onyx wingback chairs. They’re both older, possibly mid-forties. One of them has a thick gold band on his ring finger, glimmering under the low lights coming from the ceiling.

  “What can we do for you gentlemen today?” I stop only a few feet from them, my red panties and bra leave little to the imagination. Dakota heads to the pole, twirling around it hypnotically. I’ve been teaching her some moves and she’s picking them up quickly.

  “I’m Travis. This is Rich. He wants to watch, doesn’t want to cheat on his wife,” the one with salt-and-pepper hair says, gesturing to his friend. I almost laugh at that. Of course he doesn’t. “I, on the other hand, would love to control you and your little friend,” he quips, and I nod in understanding.

  “You want a dirty show?” I question, meeting the steel gray eyes of Rich. His dark brown hair is just graying at the sides. He nods. No fucking shame. “Fine, make yourselves comfortable.”

  Since I’ve been at Inferno, Dakota’s one of the girls I’ve grown close to, the other is our hostess, Theia. They’ve both been an incredible support after the horrors I faced. They’re both honest to a fault, and love me even in my self-loathing moments.

  I think we do that for each other.

  After my escape from Caged with the help of Dax, I’ve gotten attached to my makeshift family. Now, here in the Big Apple, a year into our friendship, we’re like sisters.

  Dakota’s dressed in a skimpy, blue baby doll negligee, which is so short and see through, it’s pretty pointless. She might as well be naked. She gives me that sexy little pout that drives her clients crazy. Raising my finger, I crook it to call her over. When I turn back to the men, I find both clients are now shirtless, and for older men, they’re toned in all the right places.

  Without a word, Dakota heads toward me. Her tits bounce with every step and their eyes are glued to her. “This here is Kota, boys, and I’m Skyla.” Two sets of eyes flit between us with eagerness. “Kitten, why don’t you show these gentlemen how sweet you can be.”

  I reach for her arm and tug her against me. My chest against her back. We’re standing in front of Travis as I reach for her tits, groping them, tugging and tweaking her pebbled buds.

  “Isn’t she pretty boys?” Rich is fixated on our display. My one hand travels down her flat stomach to find her bare little pussy. “Open your legs, K,” she does and my fingers slip in easily. She’s already wet and we’ve only just begun. I plunge two fingers into her, pumping them in and out. Her soft moans are the only sound in the room, until I hear the hiss of one zipper, then a second.

  When I look at our audience, they’ve both got their dicks in their fists. Rich is smaller and not as thick, but the one who gets to play must easily be ten inches. That’s going to hurt like a motherfucker. Pulling my fingers from her, I reach out to Travis. “Taste her,” I murmur. He moves quickly, taking my fingers in his mouth and licking the sticky sweet juice from them.

  “Fuck, that’s delicious.” He growls, then rises from the chair with his hungry gaze trained on us and shoves off the rest of his clothes. “I’m taking charge now. You’re both going to lie down and obey.” We don’t argue because he doesn’t look like he’s joking.

  His expression is something akin to someone who just hit the fucking jackpot. With two incredibly beautiful women doing as you wish, no man in his right mind could resist.

  “Go sit on her face, pet. I think she needs to get a taste,” he orders Dakota in a deep and rough tone. “Toys?” He turns to me, and I gesture to the chest of drawers. I know what he wants and he’ll find them all
in there. He pulls out the four thick leather cuffs and turns to the bed.

  I lie back, watching him gawk as Kota’s pert ass wiggles as she climbs on the bed. Rich is in awe staring at us as he strokes himself. She straddles my face and I immediately grip her hips, holding her against my mouth.

  My tongue darts out, licking her smooth lips, tasting the sweetness of her honey. The moans that escape her are feral and sexy. The sound of sex is in the air and the scent of K’s sweet little cunt has me salivating.

  “Enough.” The word rumbles between us. Her eyes are glazed as she glares at Travis. I know she was close, wet and primed. “Lie down, sweetheart. We’ll make you feel better.” We swap positions, and he goes to work using the cuffs to bind her to the bed. Her legs are spread wide and her arms are locked in place. No escaping now, little one.

  She watches me and I offer a wink.

  “I need to come, please?” she begs, but he ignores her.

  “Soon,” I whisper. Her plump lips part with a moan when he tugs on her nipple. Grabbing the ten-inch dildo, he joins us on the bed, and in my peripheral, I notice Rich has moved closer.

  “First we’re going to devour you.” Travis’s tone is filled with need. He hands me the clamps and I nod. He doesn’t need any motivation. Leaning in, he licks and sucks her sweet flesh.

  Her nipples are peaks and I set to work laving and teasing them. Once I’ve got them both wet, I use the metal clamps—which are attached to a thin metal chain—securing them to each taut bud.

  Her soft mewls are evidence that she’s aching for her orgasm. I’ve learned over the year that she’s very much a little masochist. She thrives on pain and this has put her in her element. “Oh, please, please?” she pleads, and I almost feel sorry for her, but he’s in charge. He reaches for the third clamp from my hand—the one I haven’t yet used—and stares at her pretty eyes.

  “Now,” he orders, and pinches her clit with the metal teeth. Her body convulses and Travis’s face is soaked in her release. “Good girl, so fucking sweet.” He murmurs and licks every drop she’s given him. His cock is rigid between his legs. With a quick glance at me, he commands in a deep tone, “I want you on her face while I fuck her.” He grips his cock and I watch him rip the foil packet. “Sit on her face,” he growls as he sheaths himself. I shift myself and straddle Dakota’s pretty face. “Eat her cunt while I fuck you, little toy.” I’m hovering over her mouth, and when her tongue darts out, it sends me spiraling. I grip the headboard and hold myself steady when I feel her sucking my hardened clit into her mouth. The pleasure shoots through my body, igniting my blood with a fire that races through my veins and I’m overcome with lust.

  Her body is shoved up every time he thrusts into her, which in turn has my body convulsing without thought and my release detonates, bursting through me as I cry out.

  “What a beautiful fucking sight,” he murmurs, in awe of me and my best friend. “Get off her face. We’re both going to fuck her.” On wobbly legs, I move off Kota, her face glistening with my arousal. He slips out of her and I help untie her. “I want you on your back.” He points at me, then turns to her. “You, little doll, will ride that plastic cock while I own your tight ass.” Rich is now standing at the bed. His body is tense as his hand moves slowly over his erection.

  I lie back, donning the strap-on with Dakota on all fours over me. Her gasp as she sinks down on the dildo is a loud one. It’s thick and I know it’s filling her almost painfully. Pulling her over me, I watch her face contort as her puckered entrance is invaded by another solid intrusion. “Oh fuck, it’s too much.” Her whimper is soft and her eyes roll back in her head.

  I latch on to her nipple, tugging the clamp with my teeth. I know the chain in turn tugs her clit and her body is now sandwiched between Travis and me. Suddenly, I feel the strap between my legs shifting and a dildo being teased into my pussy. Rich pushes it deeper. It’s too much, too soon, when he starts fucking me with it.

  We move in a rhythm that has fireworks shooting off behind my eyelids. My body convulses and spasms with the plastic cock inside me. When Travis hisses and spanks Dakota, her cries, his growl, and my own moans send me over and my orgasm grips me, sending me into outer-fucking-space.

  I’ve been imprisoned, trained, and then freed. Given a second and a third chance. Sometimes I don’t remember the girl I used to be.

  The one I was before my eighteenth birthday.

  She’s a distant memory.

  Now, all that fills my mind are the images of what I’ve become.

  Inferno has been my home for almost five years. When I escaped Caged, I found solace in this place. It’s been a reprieve to have a choice in what I do. Dax told me I’m welcome to work the bar, or waitress, but dancing is something I love. Once I locked my demons up tight in a box, that I never want to visit again, I was happy with the freedom I gained.

  There are times when I’m on stage and I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn’t been taken, if I had gone to college to earn my Business Management degree. But I didn’t get that chance. So, here I am, twisting around a metal pole, entertaining elite clients.

  The club is beautiful, it’s sleek, stylish, and sexy. The black and silver accents are startling against the blood-red sofas. Bright lights of all colors shine onto the two main stages. My podium has a long steel pole attached to it, and Dakota has her choice of apparatus.

  She’s been begging me to teach her some moves on the pole, but I know how addicting it is. Once you get started, you don’t want to stop. I don’t want her to live through the life I did, she’s better than this, but somehow, I’m selfish. I don’t want her to go because if she does, I’ll be alone again.

  So I do what I can. I teach her, show her, all because I’m afraid of losing someone again.

  As I sashay over to the welcome desk, I take in Theia, our hostess, and boy does she dress the part. She reminds me of Zoey Deschanel, sexy, beautiful, and always dressed to kill. Her long, cocoa locks fall down her back that look like waves of chocolate. Her blue eyes—so similar to her brothers’—meet mine as I near her. “Skyla,”—she offers a friendly smile—“I’m busy setting up the schedule for next week. Do you want a full one, or were you taking time off?”

  “Give me two days off, Wednesday and Thursday. I’ve got stuff to do uptown,” I respond with a grin.

  With an efficient nod, she responds, “You’ve got it, babe. Two days. Hope you have some fun.” My heart sinks a little, I wish I was having fun. Dakota’s working so I’ll be on my own, but I’ve got paperwork to sort out.

  With my mind on what I need to do, I’m lost in thought as I head down the long hallway past the VIP rooms. Some things that happen in there are better left unknown. “There’s my favorite redhead.” Axel’s raspy growl startles me.

  “Axe, what’s up?” I question, turning to find a sinful smirk curling his lips. The man is something else. He’s head of security for Inferno, and he’s been like a personal bodyguard since I started here. With a body built like a brick wall, I feel safe when he’s around.

  “You joining me for lunch, Skyla?” he murmurs, and my name on his lips in that thick English accent definitely does have a tingle shooting down my spine. But after getting my heart broken and recovering from what I faced in my past, I’ve decided a man shouldn’t be my focus, so I’ve steeled myself and locked my heart away.

  “Is this a friendly lunch or are you trying to get yourself a date?” I quip, earning me a sexy grin.

  He leans in, his mouth close to mine, but I don’t flinch. “Baby girl, if I wanted a date with you, I’d get one,” he tells me, confidence oozing from those full lips, “this is just a friendly meal where we can talk.”

  Talking.

  I don’t do that, he of all people should know that. I’m done letting people in. “Axe, as much as I love being around you, you know I’d never date you. But I can do lunch. Also, you should stop following me around.” I giggle, and turn on my heel, forcing him to respond to my
retreating back.

  “I just like watching that pretty little ass sway in front of me, if only you’d let me get a taste.” I can hear the smirk in his voice and there’s a hunger there that sends a shudder through me.

  “I don’t fuck my friends, Handsome,” I retort playfully before I’m out of earshot.

  I pass my favorite room. The dark, decadent one with beautiful silvers and a four-poster bed that I don’t mind being bound to, should a particular client enjoy that sort of thing. I’ve been through much worse than some rich boy playing Dominant.

  Stopping at the dressing rooms, I pull open the door to find a few of the girls changing into their casual clothes. I’ve got two dances tonight and I need to get ready before the boss man walks in grouching at everyone.

  I get settled at my vanity and start with my make up, a dark smoky eye is my favorite and I add the black liquid liner. Taking in my reflection, and the emerald eyes that are still so similar to my mother’s, sends a wave of emotion lapping at me. My lace and silk lingerie is so different from the beautiful gowns I used to wear, that I wonder if I’ll ever wear them again.

  New York, my new home, is a city you can get lost in, which is what I wanted, needed. Working here has given me a new lease on life, I’ve got incredible friends and a job that pays well. Even though I’ve become accustomed to shaking my ass on stage, deep down I want a man to look at me like a woman again, not a doll, a toy, or a pet.

  Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, but I want love. I really do. Somehow, I just don’t see how it will happen. Only one man has ever held my heart, but he’s no longer in my life.

  I guess you could call us star-crossed, but with us there will be no second chances.

  When I turned eighteen, my life took a turn and nothing I’d ever held dear would be within my grasp again. Then when I turned twenty, my life changed again and since then I’ve had to find my footing in the real world again.