Claimed (Club Sin 1)

Reaching into his pocket, he took out one long piece of black rope. “Offer your wrists, doll.”

She stood from the couch and wavered while she attempted to catch the racing of her heart, then thought better of it and lifted her hands. He bound her wrists in front of her in rope cuffs, then he led her over to the far dark corner.

While she appreciated that he was placing her in a spot far from the crowd, she wondered why he’d taken such great care to shield her when he hadn’t done so last weekend. Heck, he had put her onstage for all to see, so why not now?

At the wall, he settled in front of her, pushing on her stomach and forcing her back to rest against the stone. Raising her arms up to the ring above her head, he attached the rope to the loop, then he took another two pieces of rope from his pocket. He dropped down to one knee and bound her ankles to rings set in the floor, which left her spread wide. Worry settled in deep, even if she didn’t understand the cause for concern.

Master Dmitri stood and he ran a finger along her rib cage. She shivered, relishing the bondage. The feel of the rope, the sensation of being trapped, and the fact that Master Dmitri had bound her all made her burn. However, right then and before her eyes, darkness—almost a cold distance—filled his features and removed any of the heat within. “What’s your safe word if you need it?”

“Dragon.”

“That’s right, doll.” He flicked her hair off her shoulders then leaned down to place a soft kiss against her collarbone. Without another word, and to her absolute horror, he turned and strode away.

Wait. What?

Doms never left their submissives alone. Hadn’t he told her that the first night, when she watched Cora’s scene? Panic stole into her coherent thoughts, and a cold sweat washed over her, hammering her heart.

She stood in fear, totally bound to the wall, unable to move, for all to see, with nowhere to run, all alone in the corner of the dungeon. The dimly lit room now seemed pitch-black and far too empty.

The world around her slowed, and her deep breaths sounded loud in her ears. Right then, movement to her left caught her eye, and she turned her head to discover Master Kyler advancing on her.

“Look at this lovely pet.” He stopped in front of her, his brown hair hung messily over his forehead, and his blue-green eyes glinted dangerously. “All available to me.” He ran a warm finger over her hipbone, and her mouth went dry, panic tightening her throat.

“Please . . .”

Master Kyler grinned, and his features twinkled with a seductive edge. “Sweetie, you don’t have to say please for me to touch you. I’d be glad to.”

No.

Presley tried to find her voice, but it seemed stuck behind a wall she couldn’t get past. Her lips parted, and as much as she attempted to reach for it, it remained too far away.

A hard slap on her thigh startled her, jarring her into focus, but before she could speak, Master Kyler added, “I’ve wanted to touch your sexy little body. Now look, I can.” His hand moved over her stomach, and she tried to get away, move back from his touch, but the bondage pinned her.

His fingers traveled up her stomach and reached just below her breast, and with his knuckles, he tickled under her bra. She gritted her teeth in disgust, fought to get the right words out to stop this, but her throat closed further. “I . . .”

“I want more.” Master Kyler gave her a look that might make some women melt, but her body went ice-cold under his touch. “Yes, that’s why I’m with you, Presley, to touch you.” He caressed down over her hip, then he walloped her again on the thigh with an extremely hard hit.

She gasped, not only from the pain searing up her leg but at the terror consuming her and muddling up her thoughts. Only one thought came to her mind, and she shouted, “Master Dmitri.”

“I’m here.”

She jerked her head to the side and found him sitting on a stool not too far away. His eyes were transfixed on her, blazing with a powerful emotion she couldn’t understand, but he didn’t approach her.

Oh, God, he’d given Master Kyler permission to touch her.

“Such a frightened sub,” Master Kyler murmured, snapping her head to him, and he stroked the contours of her body with long drags of his fingers.

Dread made her stomach churn, the ropes around her shook with the trembling of her body, and the metal hooks clattered against the stone wall. “No,” she finally managed, even if she didn’t know if she meant no to whatever Master Dmitri planned, or no to Master Kyler’s hands on her.

“Sounds like a yes to me.”

Master Kyler smacked her thigh again, forcing a loud gasp from her mouth. He leaned against the wall next to her and gave a dark smile. “That terror in your eyes makes me ache to fuck you, Presley. I’m going to use you up, nice and good, and enjoy hearing you whimper when I drive into your slick cunt.”

She frantically shook her head and shut her eyes to avoid him, wishing for this all to go away. How could Master Dmitri do this to her? He knew this was her hard limit—being touched by other Doms—and he had disregarded it. Presley fought to think clearly, find a way out, but her mind spun.

The whole damn night had undone her. Now her confusion only deepened. She had trusted Master Dmitri, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. She didn’t want to fail, and she wanted to please him, but no, she didn’t like this. Why had he done this to her?

Master Kyler tickled right above her breasts, snapping her eyes open. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t touched her breasts; she’d never been so violated. “You’ve got beautiful, perky tits, pet,” he said. “Perfect to squeeze when I fuck you from behind.” With his gaze trained on hers, which shined of wicked intentions, he ran his fingers down her stomach . . . No. No. No.