Claimed (Club Sin 1)

After another kiss along her hot and sweaty shoulder, he put distance between them. Once behind her, he raised the whip and sent another stroke out to her. A hard tremor rocked her again, totally out of control but still aware. When he increased the force slightly, she hissed against the kiss of the whip. On the next flick of his wrist, the single tail danced through the air, nipping at her skin, and the harsh sounds from her mouth spoke to the dominant in him. Yet he paused as she quaked in the binds.

He had expected her to request permission to orgasm seconds after he turned the vibe on full speed and kissed her flesh with his whip. Instead, she shook violently in the restraints, appearing stuck. Her screams of pleasure had faded away, and she sucked in huge deep breaths.

Dmitri studied her a moment longer, then he realized that this submissive had blindsided him. Presley didn’t have his eye contact, nor did she have his touch, and it became clear that these were triggers for her climax. His heart thudded, and his cock throbbed in approval over her submission.

Dropping the whip on the tray, he immediately went to her and stepped in next to her, not to shield her from the crowd. Her features were rich with lust, her desire practically dripping off the sweat coating her sexy body.

Locked in the depths of her eyes, his soul reached out and touched hers, and the crowd behind him was silent. This he hadn’t expected. Sudden awareness crashed into him, as if the puzzle pieces to this woman had all come together.

His experience with her returned to him in a wild rush of memories. Presley had appeared relaxed, settled, and eased only when he touched her. All other times, she panicked, stressed, and became nervous.

In the dungeon her first night, she was fearful and ready to leave. Nothing she saw that night turned her on until Dmitri touched her. With his touch, the thought of being put on display heated her. Her dark desires came alive only when she felt comfortable, and she felt that way only in his presence. His touch made her burn. His stare on her ignited something inside her. Right now she told him all he needed to know: Her submission, body, heart, and soul were his for the taking.

His ex, Katherine, craved his mastery, greedy of it, demanding it all the time, but Presley didn’t. She patiently waited for him to offer it. Her telling signs that she craved to submit to him and be loved by him were right there, waiting for him to claim them.

Maybe he liked that, too.

The journey with Presley hadn’t been forced but had come down to the beautiful rawness between a Dom and a submissive. Presley offered her submission and heart to him in the simplest form she could, by showing him with her body, and right now, in this moment, the force of it stunned him.

This wasn’t only a D/s relationship in which he was her Dom. He was her Master, explaining why, when she said that word, it held the weight it did. She had spoken right to the center of his soul. She needed his touch; she found freedom and happiness under his mastery; and her needing all that from him gave him purpose.

His pulse slowed as warmth spread through his veins, and only she remained, her gaze awaiting his order. Leaning in toward her, he pressed his mouth over hers, and he poured all of his emotions into his kiss. He sensed her melt beneath him and surrender to his claim.

Once he broke the kiss, her eyes were soft and warm, welcoming him to do anything he wanted. He was done with the crowd and finished with his show of her perfection. Now he simply found himself lost in this woman, and an emotion of pure possession flooded his veins.

Remaining transfixed, he cupped the side of her neck, trailing his thumb across her hot, sweaty skin, and murmured, “Come for me.”

One second she held his eye contact. The next, her head tipped back, and she exploded into a thunderous scream. Her body bucked with the hard waves of her climax, and time halted around Dmitri as she thrashed and jerked, her muscles straining as the ropes pulled tight to support her.

When she dropped from her high, her body hung, and if the ropes hadn’t been there to restrain her, she’d be a heap on the floor. He pulled off the dildo, then he tucked a finger under her chin to command her gaze.

Dozy eyes watched him as he slid his fingertip down the front of her neck, and he realized how much he’d been doing that move. How right it felt to have his touch right there and that it wasn’t her skin he craved to feel but rather the touch of his collar.

Charles had always told him that he would know when he found his submissive whom he was meant to love, as Charles had found Mary. Until now, Dmitri hadn’t understood what he meant.

Now he did.

He hadn’t found her.

She’d offered herself to him.

Chapter Fourteen

Once Master Dmitri released Presley from the binds, she would’ve toppled to the ground without his hold. It took a good ten minutes of his holding her on the stage and whispering soft words, while she was wrapped in a blanket, for her to have any sense of her mind return. It took another twenty on the couch, wrapped in two blankets, for her body to stop trembling.

When her coherent thoughts returned, they brought a heat to her cheeks at the reminder that she’d had the most impressive orgasm of her life under watchful eyes. Her embarrassment didn’t last long, as Club Sin members asked Master Dmitri for permission to talk to her.

For the last twenty minutes, remaining in his arms and listening to the soft rock music, she’d been overrun with compliments. They said she’d given them a fine show, they praised Master Dmitri on his skills as her Dom, and an odd sense of contentment overtook her.

She’d been brave—even though, in the early moments of her scene, she had been terrified—and she witnessed the pride in Master Dmitri’s eyes. The reward of his approval made her blissfully happy. Her first scene had made her quiver in all the right places, but in front of the crowd, she’d come completely undone.

Somehow, it wasn’t about the people watching her but that Master Dmitri had placed her in front of the crowd. The sensation of the whip had awakened every nerve ending. It burned in a way that raised a wicked heat in her core—exciting her and scaring her all the same—and the dildo had delighted her, while the vibration on her clitoris had set her aflame.

After the crowd had departed and silence settled in, Master Dmitri smiled at Cora, who bounced her way over, dressed in black lingerie. He turned that sexy half-grin to Presley and said with the even sexier arch to his brow, “I need to leave you for a moment. Will you be all right here with Cora?”

Presley nodded as she snuggled up in the blankets wrapped around her, and after Master Dmitri removed her from his lap and stood, Cora dropped down in his place. He’d been oddly quiet after the scene, giving her long looks, making her feel more examined by him than she ever had. Something had changed in him, subtle but obvious.

Presley followed him with her gaze as he strode through the dungeon. She loved how powerful he looked with his fluid stride, and she especially loved how his ass looked in his dress pants.