Claimed (Club Sin 1)

Master Dmitri tsked. Presley tensed. He hesitated. “Crawl over and bring them to me.”

She sank down to all fours and glanced to her left, discovering her panties on the floor a foot away. Doing her best to be a seductive kitten, she crawled her way to the panties and reached for them.

“No, Presley,” he murmured. “With your teeth.”

She grinned, spread her legs, and arched her back, loving his answering deep groan. After she drew the side of the strap between her teeth, she turned then fumbled. She quickly righted herself and crawled toward him.

She hadn’t realized he had removed his shirt, and her mouth went dry. His smooth tanned skin encased a body of hard muscles, squared pectorals leading down to a six-pack, all of which sent a heady pulse into her clit.

Once in front of him, she settled into kneeling position, widened her knees to show herself off, and angled her back to push out her breasts. She raised her head and offered him the panties in her mouth.

His eyes flared in both arousal and approval. “These are mine, Presley.” He took the panties in his left hand, and with his right, he trailed his finger over her collar. “You always offer them to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dropping her underwear next to him on the chaise, he never looked away from her, and with a downward jerk of his chin, he gestured to his pants. “Remove them.”

She unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down the zipper, and he lifted his hips to assist her. In quick time, his pants and boxer briefs were kicked off, and his erection sprang free.

His eyebrows arched as he motioned to his beautiful cock, and she didn’t need a further order. She reached for him, but he tsked again and shook his head. “Lock your hands behind your back.”

She clasped her wrists behind her, and Master Dmitri fisted his cock, angling his erection out to her. She leaned forward, and his musk overwhelmed her with desire as she swirled her tongue around the rim, savoring the salty liquid on the tip.

“Lick up and down, Presley,” he murmured.

Following his demand, she slid her tongue down to meet his fist, then ran it all the way up his shaft. There, she played with different pressures, flicks of her tongue, all to entice him, and he threw his head back on a low grunt. He looked at her again, and growled, “Open your mouth.”

Once she complied, he slipped the tip between her lips, and she danced her tongue over him, stretching to accept his girth. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of all his delicious, hard cock in her mouth.

“Eyes to me.”

His sharp tone snapped her eyes open in a second flat, and she shivered under the command of his powerful gaze. “Keep going. Ah . . . yeah, just like that, doll.”

He lifted his hips off the chaise and she fixed her stare on him as he thrust into her mouth. Sometimes he pulled out so she could lick the tip, and other times he pushed himself into the back of her throat. On each withdrawal, she sucked her cheeks around him, and on each insertion, she trailed her wet tongue over him.

He trembled and his eyebrows furrowed before he slowed his thrusts, withdrawing completely. Approval shone in his features. “You have an incredible mouth, sub. Make a man want to blow, don’t you?”

She smiled, sliding her tongue over her lips. “Thank you, sir.”

He chuckled. “One more lick, doll.”

She grinned in return, enjoying that not only would he have come if she hadn’t stopped, but she pleasured him as well as he did her. With a final lick up, his thick shaft twitching under her tongue, she returned to her knees.

He stood, brushing his knuckles over her cheek, not gentle but firm and committed. “Your body is mine, Presley. Mine to take pleasure. Mine to give pleasure.” Offering his hand, he assisted her to her feet and yanked her tight against him. “All mine, Presley.”

She shuddered in anticipation. “Yours, sir.”

“Very nice.” He squeezed her bottom with both hands firmly before he smacked her cheeks with a stinging hit. “Present yourself on the bed, love.”

Leaving behind the hot and moist woman with the beautifully red ass, Dmitri approached the dresser. Possession tightened his muscles and fueled his steps. Selfish reasons had driven him to take her into the bedroom, even if he believed she no longer needed the soft limit of not having sex in the dungeon.

Dmitri didn’t want the members to watch the first time he sank himself deep inside her. He desired the moment to be special because it meant something to Presley, as it did him. Which had been exactly why he hadn’t taken her yet; he had waited until the right time, and that happened to be now.

After tonight, he’d take her in front of a crowd because it’d make her burn, but at this moment, s

he was for his eyes only.

Once he reached his large wooden dresser, he opened the top drawer and took out a long piece of black rope. He turned to her again and his cock twitched. Presley rested on her back with her light hair blanketing the dark pillow. Her legs were spread wide open, and his attention zoned in on her pretty pink damp folds.