Claimed (Club Sin 1)

“I slept great last night.” She laughed, and the breathy sound made his cock twitch as she added in a very sassy voice, “I wonder why that would be?”

He chuckled. “Orgasms are better than any sleeping pill.” The playful nature of her voice did please him. Presley was not so shy anymore, and that did evil things to his groin, including making his semi-hard-on become hard as steel.

“Did you have a nice day?” she asked.

He reached down to shift his cock into a more comfortable position in his pants. “Of course it was good. I looked forward to calling you.” These conversations were something he’d come to enjoy and anticipate, and the more he talked to her, the more he wanted to. “How about you?”

“Me, too,” she said softly, and he heard the smile in her voice. “I actually had the day off, so I cleaned a bit, watched some TV, went to the mall, and that’s about it.”

He wanted to ask her what she shopped for, hoping she’d bought some new lingerie for tomorrow night, but he’d rather be surprised. “Sounds like you had a wonderful day.”

“I did.” She hesitated and groaned.

Before he could ask what was wrong, she continued with a slight tightness to her voice. “Whatcha doing now?”

“Got a beer in hand, and soon I’m off to shower then to bed. It’s been a long week.” He picked up his beer, taking a sip before he asked, “What are your plans for this fine Thursday night?”

“Oh . . .” Her voice took on a husky edge, and he knew well enough that she remembered their time in the shower, considering those thoughts were vivid in his mind, too. In fact, his hard cock ached at the memory. She finally sighed, so deep. “Cora has burned some popcorn in the kitchen, and we’re going to watch a cheesy romantic comedy.”

“Glad I’m not there.” Dmitri laughed, understanding her unhappiness, and couldn’t have agreed more. Burned popcorn smelled wretched.

“You should be glad. Cora will make me eat it, too.”

Dmitri looked down at the bulge in his pants. He had to do something about that, or he’d never sleep. “Sounds like you have a great night ahead. If the popcorn is really that bad, tell Cora I said you don’t have to eat it.”

“Ha!” she exclaimed. “I’m totally going to use that one.”

He smiled. “All right, love. I’ll let you get to your movie and your bad popcorn. Tomorrow I’ll be there around five to get you for dinner; sound good?”

“Sounds great.” She hesitated as if she didn’t want to let him go; he wanted to keep her on the line, too. After another long few seconds ticked by, she said, “Thanks for the calls this week, Dmitri. I’ve really enjoyed our talks.”

Once again, she humbled him with her soft heart, but her lack of confidence bothered him, as if she hadn’t expected him to keep his word and call her, or he hadn’t loved their calls, too. He wanted to cause bodily harm to her ex-boyfriend for creating such deep-rooted insecurity, but perhaps the damage had come well before him. “I’ve appreciated them as well, doll. Have a good night.”

“Sweet dreams.”

After she ended the call, he turned off the TV, downed the rest of his beer, and took the empty bottle to the kitchen. He made his way to his bedroom, unbuttoned his dress shirt, and tossed it on the bed, along with his phone and the remainder of his clothes.

Tomorrow he needed to be in control for their date. Right now his cock led the way, and he wasn’t even in her presence.

On his way to the bathroom, he glanced down at his erection, which stood straight up, hard as a fucking rod. He hadn’t masturbated as much in one week as when he was a teenager and his hard-ons were uncontrollable. Christ, he’d almost jerked off in the grocery store parking lot while Presley got herself off on the phone last night.

Once he entered the bathroom, he headed straight for the shower, turned it on, and tested the water until it warmed. He stepped right under the showerhead and let the hot water rush down his body and over his cock. Not wasting time with soap first, he fisted his hand over his hefty erection, sliding his touch down to the base.

He allowed his thoughts to return to when Presley was in this shower, on her knees, and sucked his cock like an expert. Steven was a damned idiot. That mouth of hers could keep a man satisfied, though he liked to think she gave him better head because she was motivated to please him.

That night in the shower, he’d seen that she wanted to suck his cock to take care of him, and that, for a Dom, was pure heaven. She wasn’t pleasing him out of duty or simple gratitude; she’d made him come because she wanted to ensure that he was happy, comfortable, and well, and that pleased him more than an outstanding blow job.

Those thoughts stayed on his mind as he rubbed his cock in long fluid strokes. The water provided perfect lubrication for his hand to move like a wet, hot woman, and when he reached the tip of his dick, he squeezed and thrust his hips forward. Pressing his free hand against the shower wall supporting his weight, he was tempted to draw this out and simmer in thoughts of Presley while he stroked his cock. But tiredness and urgency made him quicken his strokes.

Pleasure swept over him to pool weight into his testicles, and he gritted his teeth as the image of Presley’s mouth on his cock drove him, increasing the speed of his hand. Each play of her lips and bob of her head, while she offered herself so freely to him, made him tighten his grip until he stroked himself in a fast demand to blow.

Impelled into the exact moment when Presley finished him off, his balls drew up close to his body, and an intense burn rocked low in his stomach and flared through his veins. Heat soared up his spine as his muscles tightened, and his semen burst from his cock, washing down the drain with the water.

His loud pants, hard jerks of his body, relaxed muscles, and satisfied groan were enough to placate him. But as he stared down at the shower floor, he was struck hard in the chest, as he found himself longing for the submissive with the sweet grin at his feet.

Chapter Sixteen

On Friday evening, the sound of the doorbell had Presley hurry her butt through the house to get there. She took a final look in the mirror next to the door, fluffing up her hair and making sure her makeup was perfect.