Claimed (Club Sin 1)

Forcing himself, he looked into her gorgeous eyes, finding her eyelids hooded. “Doll, you look stunning.”

“Thank you, sir,” she rasped.

He fought against the ache of his cock as he returned to the bed, then sat next to her. Running his finger along the inside of her thigh, he loved the hitch of her breath and her shudder. “You’ve done very well to present yourself to your Dom. Smart sub you are, Presley.” He winked. “A fast learner, too.”

She grinned. “I catch on real quick, sir.”

“Apparently.” He chuckled, taking the soft rope and sliding one end behind her waist. Her collar held his attention. Not only did the necklace look stunning on her, but the ownership of the piece settled deep in his soul.

Mine.

Once he’d positioned the rope at her hips comfortably, he lifted her thigh and wrapped her leg above the knee, after which he strapped up the other leg in the same manner. By the time he’d finished, Presley’s thighs were tight against her sides and spread wide for him, though her arms were free, exactly as he intended.

He settled himself in front of her bottom, scanning over such a lovely sight. Her pussy awaiting him, moisture along her folds glistening off the light, and the ropes binding her only improved his view.

Unable to stop himself, he stroked her labia, and Presley’s pupils dilated. “You’re soaking wet, love.” At her sweet little moan, he ran his touch up her pink folds and swirled her hard, swollen clit. “Seems you enjoy a good spanking, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” she hummed.

Christ, he loved her sounds of pleasure and relished how wet she got for him. “I know you were curious your first night in the dungeon about why Cora reacted so intensely to a spanking. This is why, doll.”

Without a chance for her to respond or anticipate his next move, he pushed back on her bound thighs and lifted her bottom. He spanked her with ten hard swats on each cheek, causing her to moan deliciously. Before she could catch up, he thrust two fingers into her slick heat, and Presley’s eyes went huge. She grasped the bedsheet below. “Oh!”

Her inner walls clamped against him as he finger-fucked her, and her body jerked and bucked within the restraints. After a few determined thrusts, the woman blew wide open, and her screams drifted over him in a heat wave.

Once her roars of pleasure became whimpers, he eased off his thrusts, and her pussy convulsed in waves around his fingers. He allowed her to bask in the aftereffects of her orgasm, but her musk thick in his nostrils made him impatient.

When her heavy pants shifted to deep sighs, she opened her eyes to him, and she had never looked so beautiful. Her glossy gaze and messy hair, all bound up for his pleasure, mesmerized him.

She licked her lips. “Wow . . . sir.”

He grinned with evil intent. “Sub, you speak as if I’m finished.” With his free hand, he smacked her bottom, a hard hit that stung his hand, and at the same moment, he thrust his fingers into her slick heat with brutal force. Tremors rocked through her, and she sucked in a huge deep breath. Then she screamed a sound every Dom loved: total freedom and absolute loss of control.

Her tight cunt convulsed around his fingers, and his palm was drenched in her sweet honey. Three more hard jerks of her body erupted before her inner muscles released their tight hold on his fingers and she became lax.

He removed his fingers and pulled himself closer to her bottom, pressing his thighs against her sweet little ass. His heavy erection settled onto her backside and throbbed. Christ, he wanted to take her. His cock ached, especially when he gazed down at his collar on her neck. Trailing his fingertips along the back of her silky thighs, he waited her out.

When she finally acknowledged his presence again by opening her dark, seductive eyes, he said, “You have a choice, Presley. Would you prefer me to wear a condom?”

“I . . .” She exhaled as if her breath were lost to her, and sweat beaded her top lip. “I have an IUD.”

He inclined his head in approval; he’d never doubted she’d be on some form of birth control. Presley was too much of a good girl not to be responsible. “I was tested two months ago—as part of the dungeon’s rules for quarterly examinations—and I haven’t engaged in unsafe intercourse in a very long time, doll. I am clean.”

Her cheeks flushed. “No condom, sir.”

“Very nice.” His greedy dick twitched in agreement. “I want to feel all of you.” He fisted his rock-hard cock and pressed the tip to her slit. “Breathe in, doll, I’m going to stretch you wide.”

She inhaled, and he shifted his hips forward. Her tight heat fought to accept him, her eyebrows furrowed, and her teeth bit down on her bottom lip. He managed to slide halfway into her warm passage, but when he pushed the thicker part of his cock into her, she whimpered.

He stilled, allowing her to become accustomed to his size. Damn, she was impressively tight. Even if it’d been months since she was with Steven, her ex-boyfriend had to have been small, and didn’t that fuel the man inside of Dmitri?

Once her whines lessened, he shifted forward, adding more pressure, and her eyes screwed shut as pain rippled across her features. He moved slowly, applying saliva to his fingers and rubbing it on his cock for further lubrication. While he would be gentle, she would also accept him, and he continued to push through her tightness until his pelvis pressed against her ass.

“There you go, doll, you’ve survived.”

When her eyes opened to him, her cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose, and he winked. “Thought you wouldn’t be able to take me, didn’t you?”

Presley’s fingers were tangled in the bedsheets as she glanced down between their bodies. “I had serious doubts.” He withdrew to the tip, then he pushed inside her, and she squeaked. “Sir, I still do!”