Freed (Club Sin 4)

Drawn in to the moment, Mary squeezed her thighs together, feeding pleasure to her aching clit. Watching others experience pleasure sent a sizzle sweeping through her, and her lower body responded with a desire that had been unmet for too long. A sensation she’d all but forgotten. The slightest movement of air in the room tingled her skin, feeling like fingertips. It seemed to Mary that the activities of the people around her were almost purposeful, like an attempt to allure and stimulate her.

She shut her eyes, allowing herself to absorb it all. Her mind could not fight against the pull, wanting to experience once again what she now realized she missed. The dormant submissive inside her had longed for these images, delighted in hearing the deep sensual moans and slaps of leather, all the while inhaling the musky scent of sex.

“Watch them fuck,” Charles growled in Mary’s ear, dragging her hair over her shoulder and kissing her neck. “Watch them get off, and then I will fuck you even harder than what you are seeing now.”

Mary gasped, squirming both from his warm kiss and at the sight of the woman riding her handsome Dom. Up and down, the woman moved with hard thrusts as the man assisted her with his hands on her hips. Hours now Mary had been in the club. She couldn’t take much more of simply watching and not enjoying herself. “I want you, sir.”

Charles dragged a finger along the side of her neck. “Then play with your clit, Mary. Make yourself come when that sub does. Mirror their sounds.”

A harsh shiver blasted into Mary as she lowered her hand, sliding her fingers into her panties and swirling her clit. With each brush against her bundle of nerves, she reminded herself exactly what that experience had been like. Almost as if Charles whispered the order in her ear.

She shut her eyes and gasped as zings of pleasure engulfed her, then awareness drifted across her senses, drawing a buzz of electricity within. When warm, strong fingers slid

over her arm, she quivered as the sensual sensation rocked into her body. She slowly removed her hand from her panties, unsure and uncaring if anyone had noticed her. They were most likely all involved in their own enjoyment.

A masculine sound at her back tsked. “No, darlin’,” Elliott drawled in her ear. “Don’t stop.”

Licking her lips, aroused by his deep voice, she did as he suggested and returned her fingers to her clit. This time she pressed over the top of her panties, pleasuring herself. Opening her eyes, her gaze remained frozen on the woman bouncing on the thick, long cock, moaning deep in pleasure from the scene in front of them.

The sounds of skin against skin engulfed her. Her own body throbbed with their intensity. “Thank you, sir.” Protocol had not been established at this party, but she assumed attendees were to be respectful of the lifestyle.

“I’m glad you decided to come tonight,” Elliott said.

Mary knew she should face him, but somehow she couldn’t. Though she rejoiced that Elliott had joined the party and touched her now, her body burned in every sense of the word, as come sounded like a promise. “The offer was impossible to ignore.”

She swirled her clit harder as Elliott pressed his masculine body against hers. While the men at the party were older, most baring their torsos, some were attractive, but many others didn’t interest her. Mary was athletic and liked being healthy and taking care of herself, and she knew Elliott enjoyed the same. He held a powerful touch, and what she’d seen of his strong body was perfection.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he murmured, rubbing his hard cock against her bottom.

She shivered, shutting her eyes against the heavy need in her body. “Yes, sir.”

He flicked her hair over her shoulder, dragging his mouth against her neck, and whispered in her ear, “Ah, but I think you could enjoy it more. Don’t you?”

“Most definitely, sir,” she rasped.

“You can call me Elliott, though sir works, too.” He nibbled her neck, not as if she was a stranger, but as if she was his prize.

She read his experience as a Dom in the way he touched her. He didn’t introduce himself to her with words known in the vanilla world. He introduced himself with his body. That spoke of a confident Dom who knew exactly what he was doing—and how to persuade her to be under his control.

His touch was like fire.

His lips set her aflame.

Admiring the feel of Elliott’s thick frame behind her, she could only imagine how amazing he would feel on top of her, and the way he commanded her without hesitation was nothing she could refuse. A skilled Dom knew how to get a submissive to surrender, and she was falling right into his command with a simple touch.

She wanted him.

Pressing her bottom against him, she rubbed against his cock. He groaned, low and deep. “Tell me what you expect tonight.”

Her hand trembled around her wineglass as Elliott continued to trail his finger over her arm. Not a simple touch. A bold move that said he wanted her. Her lower body clenched in unfulfilled need. She longed to experience a hard cock driving her higher. “To be freed.”

He pressed his cock against her bottom in a way only a Dom would do, a man that didn’t feel the need to ask permission to do so. “Freed under my touch?”

“If that is your wish, sir.”

His low chuckle sent a burning right through her, landing straight between her thighs. “Yes, that is my wish. Now come for me before we play.”

And, she did, just that easily.