Claimed (Club Sin 1)

Only a minute passed before Kyler returned to the office with a wide-eyed Presley trailing behind. She wore a short black skirt and high heels, giving her quite a bit of height. Her mauve silk top hung low in the front, appearing taped in place to show her cleavage but hide her nipples. Dmitri raised his finger and did a circular movement. She complied, slowly turning for him. He bit back a groan.

The back of her shirt was completely open, much like the front but wider. The sight of her soft skin, muscles around the spine, and lower two dimples evident above her ass hardened his cock so quickly that he sucked in a harsh breath.

Stepping behind her, he traced her spine with a feathery touch, purposefully pressing his erection against her bottom. “Do you doubt how pleased I am by your appearance tonight?”

“No,” she rasped.

Over Presley’s shoulder, Dmitri noticed Kyler’s wicked grin. Damn the fool, but the distraction worked, and he stepped away. This little beauty could—and did—test his control. The sexual draw to her was definitely the strongest he’d experienced in a long time. He knew himself well enough not to ignore the passion igniting between them. Chemistry in a D/s relationship made for amazing scenes.

“Turn around, doll,” he stated.

Once she complied, he centered his thoughts on what mattered now, which wasn’t his hard cock. He gestured to Kyler. “Do you see we share the same tribal dragon tattoo on our forearms?” He waited for her nod, then continued. “This marking is for those appointed as a Club Sin Master. At present, there are five—including me—who have been given this title, who wear the tattoo, and it means they’re experienced enough to gain such an honor.”

She studied Kyler’s arm more closely and looked at Dmitri’s forearm with curiosity. Then she gave him a firm nod. “Okay. Got it.”

He grinned. She might be a sweet little thing, but she was receptive to what he told her. “These men are in charge while in the dungeon to make sure everything happening is safe, sane, and consensual.”

“Oh, that’s . . . um . . . I like that.”

He nodded agreement. “When addressing a Master in the dungeon, you’ll always use ‘Master’ before his name. When addressing a Dom in the dungeon, you will address him with ‘sir’ before his name. If you need to answer either a Master or a Dom, it should be with ‘yes, sir.’ Try that out.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Yes, sir.”

“Very nice.” Amused by how awkward that appeared for her, he turned to Kyler to show her the proper way to address a Master: “Thank you for bringing Presley to me, Master Kyler. We’ll be down to the dungeon shortly.”

“You’re welcome.” To Presley, Kyler winked. “Enjoy yourself tonight, sweetie.” He turned and vanished into the hallway.

Once the sound of Kyler’s shoes clicking against the hardwood floors stopped, Dmitri turned to Presley. “Now,” he said, drawing her attention away from the doorway, “since you’re so new to the scene . . .” And a treat not to be passed up, with all that tempting innocence. “It would be my pleasure to train you, if you’re in agreement.”

She blinked. “You?”

A quick flare of irritation rushed through his veins. “Do you not find me suitable?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just . . .” She gave him a very slow once-over, the surprise in her eyes fading to the dark arousal hiding beneath all that shyness. Then her gaze lifted, returning to his face, her cheeks rosy. “Really?”

He loved how she looked at him with that sexy hunger, but he didn’t like how she appeared to think she was undeserving of his interest. Why wouldn’t he want her? Christ, little did she know that he couldn’t stop thinking about those heated looks she offered him: the exact look she’d given him a second ago. “You’re in agreement, then?”

“Yes.” She drew in a long breath and produced a sweet grin. “I mean to say, yes, I’m in agreement.”

He fought his smile, watching her lean in toward him, as her body said she craved his touch. “Our agreement will be this: You’ll stay under my command to ensure that you have the right training to play in the dungeon with the other Doms.”

“Right.” A hint of anger flared in her expression. “Other Doms.”

Once again, he didn’t approve of how she wasn’t forthcoming with her desir

es. She either took his words and actions the wrong way, or she accepted his orders without a thought of herself. He would fix that little bad habit of hers before their agreement was over, of that he was sure. “Do you not approve of being offered to the other Doms?”

“I . . .” She hesitated before she squared her shoulders. “I only sleep with one man at a time. I don’t want to have multiple lovers or a whole bunch of men touching me sexually.” Her nose scrunched up. “I’d feel dirty.”

“Let me rephrase.” He never minded a woman who held strong morals and craved a monogamous lifestyle. In fact, he preferred women who sought that type of lifestyle. “I’ll train you until I determine that you’re ready to make yourself available to one Dom. Does that suffice?”

She shifted on her feet, looking everywhere but at him. “I . . .” As she drew in the deepest breath he’d ever heard, her firm gaze returned to him. “Yes, that works for me.”

Such a battle she suffered on the inside. As if she wanted to run and hide but she had something to prove to herself. Maybe she did. He couldn’t tell who she truly was; the innocent little darling scared out of her wits, or the brave woman not hiding from her sexual desires but fighting to experience them.

Leaving the thoughts behind for now, he rounded the desk and took the waiver out of the filing cabinet. Grabbing a clipboard and pen off the desk, he tucked the paper into the clipboard. “For you to join the dungeon, you’ll need to sign the agreement. It states the rules of the dungeon, including safe word, hours of operation, and rules such as not interrupting a scene. It explains the roles of a dominant and submissive, and it contains a privacy clause.” He leaned down into her face. “You know what they say about Vegas; the same rule applies here. What happens here, stays here. No discussions about Club Sin with outsiders.”

She paused and, after a moment, said, “I can do that.”