Claimed (Club Sin 1)

Her breath whooshed between her parted lips. “I wouldn’t be amused.”

Images of her panting and moaning while Dmitri pumped into her filled his mind, making his cock ache. Moving his fingers along her collarbone, he then trailed up her smooth neck, decorated with freckles. “Would you become aroused?”

Her eyelids fluttered closed, and when he removed his touch, she wobbled on her feet, snapping her eyes open. “Yes.”

“Very good,” he crooned. Dmitri moved away from her when she swayed, sucking in deep breaths, and he took a step back to give her space. He had coerced responses from her to acknowledge her submissive desires, confirming to him that she reacted under the touch of a dominant man, but he needed her clearheaded now.

“My rules are strict in regards to documentation. You cannot enter the dungeon without an STD test and a police check, so you will need to obtain those. Once you acquire all the necessary documents, you will need to sign the dungeon’s agreement, too.”

The pretty blush filled her cheeks, even darker now. “Right. Cora had mentioned something about that.”

“I’m glad she prepared you.” Realizing his normal procedure wouldn’t work for Presley, he had to improvise. If he made her wait the two weeks to obtain the reports, she’d be a mess of confusion and nerves. He strode over to his desk, grabbed his good friend Mary’s business card from his drawer, and approached Presley, drawn by those lovely nerves and anticipation.

He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever allowed into the dungeon a submissive who not only had no experience but couldn’t even think of sex without turning crimson. Typically, he wouldn’t have welcomed someone so skittish not only because of the time it took to train her; a wary sub also meant one not willing to push on limits. No Dom should be proud of a submissive pulling a safe word, and he wouldn’t set Club Sin Doms up for failure because a sub was too shy or too nervous.

Once he settled in front of her, she angled her head back, gazing up at him with heat. That was why, for Presley, he would make an exception. All this shyness conflicted with the sizzling stares.

She lacked experience, seemed intimidated by him, but without a doubt, was looking for sexual freedom. Seeing her discomfort, he thought she was brave for showing up in the first place, and that bravery he’d reward. He offered her the card. “I’ll contact Dr. Schmidt in the morning to tell her you’re coming. Are you free tomorrow at noon?”

Presley accepted the card, examining the plain white paper with black writing. “Yes, I’m going home to visit my family later this week, leaving on Wednesday, so that works. You’re sure the doctor won’t mind?”

He shook his head. “She’ll take you on her lunch hour and will give you the exam needed for the dungeon; plus, she’ll put a rush on the results.” As the unease deepened on her features, he gave her a small smile. “Mary is a good friend and will do this as a favor to me.”

Her eyes softened. “Oh, okay.”

He thought her sweet for caring a

nd found himself wanting to find out more about her. “As for the police report, would you mind if I used a friend to obtain it? One of Club Sin’s members works for the police force and can get your report by Friday instead of the typical two weeks.”

She hesitated, and he liked that she considered having someone invade her privacy and didn’t hurry her answer. “Yes, that’s fine. Do I need to pick it up at the police station?”

“If you’re agreeable, I can have the document delivered to me.” He waited for her nod before he closed the distance between them. He leaned down to her face and he loved how her breath grew raspy. He craved to rub his hard cock against her thigh. Fighting against that desire, he stroked her cheekbone, enjoying how she pressed her cheek into his hand. “That’s a lovely thing for a sub to do.”

Using her reaction to urge him on and perhaps even his own curiosity, he pressed his lips against her cheek. She jolted as if she’d been electrocuted, and her loud gasp simmered over him in an invitation.

Too bad he had to refuse her obvious request, even if he wanted to take her up on it. Not until she signed the dungeon’s agreement would he go any further with her. Besides, he had to wonder what it was that aroused her. Him, or thoughts of the dungeon, or was she this responsive to any man? Questions he discovered he wanted to find out answers to. He slid his mouth from her cheek until his lips rested nearly on hers, and he whispered, “Now you go home, Presley.”

He pulled away from her and she blinked, staring at him as if she didn’t see him, and her eyes were glossy. No doubt her first few nights at Club Sin would leave her in a similar state—totally unraveled.

The thought amused him. Little bundle of nerves one minute and soft aroused woman the next. A combination that appealed to him far more than he thought it ought to.

After another blink, she turned, and Dmitri grinned after her as she dragged her feet toward the door. The sweetheart had a similar effect on him, making his muscles twitch to go grab her and bring her back to him. “On Friday, you’re to arrive here at seven o’clock with your documentation from Dr. Schmidt.”

“Yes. Here. Document. Seven.”

Part of him wondered if she’d come back. Once she had time to think it all over, would she go through with it? He intended to ensure she did and would tempt her the only way he could.

As she reached the doorway, he called, “Presley.” She turned to him, doe-eyed, and he continued. “Be brave, show up next weekend, and that kiss you’re craving right now will be your reward.”

Chapter Three

Presley stared up at the tray ceiling in the doctor’s office, surrounded by pale yellow walls, and wished for death. The room looked more like a fancy hotel than a sterile environment. An odd scent of roses drifted through the air, instead of the overwhelming scent of hand sanitizer she’d grown used to at her doctor’s office back home in Apple Valley. Even with that pleasant aroma and fancy decor, it couldn’t remove her discomfort at being half-naked, covered with a paper blanket, legs spread wide, with her feet in stirrups.

“I can see why Dmitri rushed to get your tests done,” Dr. Schmidt said. “You’re very cute.”

Presley nearly groaned but restrained herself. The last thing she wanted was a doctor saying that while getting an exam. “We’re just friends.” Or whatever he was to her, but she would not go into it with the doctor.

Turning her head to the side against the pillow, she focused on the painting of a creek that was hanging on the wall and prayed this would soon end.