Claimed (Club Sin 1)
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He hesitated, then his voice softened to a
low rumble. “Doll, I fell in love with you the moment you walked into my office.” Leaning down to her face, he stared at her dead-on, and his eyes positively glowed. “I claimed you as my submissive the moment you called me Master.”
A flood of tears rushed down her cheeks, then he sealed his mouth over hers. She sensed in each brush against her mouth an equal happiness coursing through his soul. He broke the kiss, he continued to clasp her face and leaned his forehead against hers. His whisper of “Mine” slid into her heart, and she echoed the acknowledgment by whispering, “Yours.”
Without another word, his hands left her face, then he strode toward the chaise. He sat down, rested his forearms on his knees, and zeroed in on her with that stare that had claimed her soul. “Stand, turn around, and remove your clothes.”
Presley stood slowly and spun on her heels, and the sleigh bed filled her vision.
As sexily as possible, she bent to give him a view of her bottom, removing her socks. She dropped her scrubs, tossing her shirt and pants on the floor next to her. Looping her thumbs into the sides of her lace panties, she bent again at the waist. To entice him, she pulled the panties below her cheeks and gave a little wiggle.
“Don’t move.”
She inhaled sharply, as she hadn’t heard his approach, and his rich intoxicating scent engulfed her. “Place your hands on your thighs.” Once she complied, he used the flat of his hand and rubbed the round part of her bottom. “You’re very beautiful, doll.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Slap.
The smack jarred her into full awareness of her body, bringing forth a devilish heat between her thighs. Her blood turned wicked hot, and the heat on her bottom simmered through her veins.
“It’s not wise to tease a Dom with a fine ass,” he murmured, continuing to rub her backside in a slow swirl. “Naughty girl, Presley.”
Slap.
Her bottom flamed hotter, and flames rushed into her sex, moistening her to an uncomfortable level. “Yes, sir.”
Slap.
His force had intensified, yet it was more of a thud than a sensation that stung. Each thump against her cheek sent a zing soaring straight to her clit and warmth pooling low in her belly. She tightened her hands around her thighs, fighting to remain in one place and not grind herself against him in a demand for more.
Slap.
A strangled moan tore from her throat, and her knees buckled.
Slap.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she climbed higher.
Slap.
Every nerve awakened.
Slap.
Her thoughts became hazy.
Slap.
Her clit throbbed, and she ached in desperation.
Slap.
“Now, that’s the way an ass should look.” Slap. Slap. Slap. “Lovely.”
Rubbing at her scorching flesh, Presley murmured a thank-you, then he returned to the chaise. She stayed in position, awaiting his instructions, her arousal burning wicked. Only a moment later, his deep, ravenous voice drifted over her. “Stand now. Remove your panties.”
Presley rose, sighing and stretching out her muscles, but the blood that had rushed between her thighs remained, as did the intense ache. With a tremble in her hands, she removed her panties then tossed them aside.