Claimed (Club Sin 1)

“Excellent.” He tucked her silky hair behind her ear, then tugged on her earlobe. “That, dol

l, was an introduction to discipline.”

She blinked. “Discipline?”

After a final swipe of his finger, simply because her skin pleased him to touch, he released her. Leaning away, he settled against the couch, cursing his hard cock pressing against his zipper. “You exhibited behavior I don’t approve of for Club Sin, which is why I ordered you into a submissive posture. As in, lashing out instead of telling me what is wrong.”

He waited for her to process, and when the confusion cleared from her eyes, he continued. “I’ve corrected the behavior, and now you realize it’s not tolerated in the dungeon. That, in BDSM, is discipline. It’s the understanding of what a Dom expects from you and the rules he sets for you to follow.”

“I understand.”

He rubbed his jaw, regarding how comfortable she seemed on her knees. A telling sign of a submissive—a vanilla woman wouldn’t have gone to her knees for him, nor would she have stayed there so easily. “The other reason was to determine if you would obey the request. As it seems, you have a willingness to submit, but it’s important I hear your thoughts.”

Scooting forward on the couch, he squeezed his feet around her thighs to cage her. “Would you enjoy exploring the dungeon, Presley?” Her deep intake of breath drifted over him, causing his groin to throb. “Ah, yes, I see you would.”

“You’re right,” she whispered.

Releasing his hold on her legs, he rested his forearms on his knees, studying her. While Cora had told him that Presley wasn’t a virgin, he hadn’t dug any deeper than that, because he liked to see things for himself. “Since you have a hard time talking about all of this, I’m assuming you have little experience when it comes to sex. How many lovers have you had?”

“One.”

Some of her innocence now made sense to him. She lacked experience in vanilla sex, too. Her purity intrigued him, and he rather liked the thought of removing that innocent edge from her. Having her look at him, somewhat intimidated but also with the heat she’d been offering him, was an appealing thought. “Did this man ever try bondage or spank you?”

“My ex-boyfriend, Steven—” She groaned. “He tied me to the headboard once and spanked me a couple times while we were having . . . sex.”

Dmitri fought his smile, since she had whispered sex. He wasn’t sure what amused him more: her pinkish cheeks or the slight horror in her eyes that she was discussing this with him. “Did you enjoy that?”

She gave a halfhearted shrug. “I liked the feeling of being restrained, but it was kind of . . .”

“Bland,” he offered.

She nodded. “It didn’t do what I thought it would. I know when I think about all that stuff, I get so hot.” Her eyes went huge, her mouth had clearly run away from her, and she slapped a hand over her lips.

Dmitri dug his fingernails into his palms to refrain from laughing. Her innocence was sweet. “Go on.”

She lowered her hand, giving him a shy smile. “Whenever my ex did that kind of stuff, it seemed like he did it wrong.” She exhaled, long and deep, the blush fading from her cheeks. “I was bored out of my mind.”

Bored because you need to be dominated.

Part of Dmitri wanted to touch her or say something erotically shocking to see those crimson cheeks again. But the subject matter was too important. “Did your ex-boyfriend ever try to boss you around in the bedroom?”

“A couple of times just for fun, like role-playing, but I couldn’t help laughing at him.” Her eyes twinkled and portrayed a playfulness he thought was about as sexy as her blushes. “He looked rather silly.”

“When I commanded you to kneel, how did you feel?” He deepened his voice, since he’d seen her heated reaction to his baritone. “Did you think I was silly?”

The twinkle he spotted faded to something naughtier, something he enjoyed increasing in those eyes. “No.”

“Did it turn you on?” He caressed the side of her neck, and his abdomen tightened at how her pupils dilated further, almost shedding the green. “If I touched you intimately now, would I find you’re wet?”

A blush crept over her chest, carrying all the way up into her face. “Yes.”

“I like you that way, Presley.” Standing from the couch, he offered his hand. “Come on up. Let me get a good look at you.”

She stared at his hand before placing her thin fingers there. Once she was on her feet, Dmitri tugged her into the center of his office, then he circled her purposely slowly. “If I restrained you, would you find yourself bored?” He ran his finger along the curve of her shoulder, and she shivered beneath his touch, igniting an equal burn in his groin.

“No,” she rasped.

Trailing his finger down the side of her cami, he inhaled the vanilla scent of her shampoo and stroked along her lower back. “Would you be amused if I told you to strip so I could take my pleasure in you?” She froze, her breath hitching. He walked in front of her, noting that she didn’t blink. “I asked you a question, Presley. You are to answer me.”