Freed (Club Sin 4)

As the woman riding the man screamed out in ecstasy, Mary broke apart, shuddering against Elliott’s chest. She wiggled her hips, moving against the hard cock at her bottom, quivering with her release.

When her body stopped trembling, she removed her hand from her panties and turned to him. Holding no control over her desire, she was absorbed by his potent stare as he drew her into his space. She ached for him to take her out of her mind and remind her what it was like to be owned by a Dominant, even if it was for only a little while.

He tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged slightly. She moaned and her body fell into his mastery. His mouth curved as he brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Ah, beautiful, we are going to get along just fine.”

—

Below Elliott in the casino, the hustle and bustle of Aces restaurants and shops were a flurry of activity. In the suite, only the sensual sounds of BDSM play and soft chatter surrounded him. Tonight there was no rush of people. There was only a room filled with half-naked women and men, indulging their fantasies. People who regularly attended his parties, all of whom he knew personally. It wasn’t often a new member joined, unless they’d been thoroughly vetted. All people in attendance tonight had been playing at Elliott’s parties for years.

Most were between the ages of forty and mid-fifties, but the ladies attending tonight were mature women. Elliott had always preferred that. He never understood why some men lingered with women half their age. There was something beautiful about a woman who had lived life, gained experience, and knew how to please a Dom.

The men attending tonight Elliott had known from either business or over the years from introductions through other attendees at the party. Some were in committed D/s relationships, others were not. Not all played in public within the living room; many took to the bedrooms, bathrooms, or kitchen. But they all arrived tonight for one reason: They were enticed by watching others play.

Usually Elliott was, too.

Though now he favored the view in front of him. His cock twitched at Mary’s image wearing very sexy lingerie. She smiled up at him, and the world around faded as her face lit up the room. Christ, she was classically beautiful, like a woman out of old Hollywood. He was moved by her with an undeniable hunger.

She squirmed against him, and he growled low in his throat, sensing her inner strength. Elliott doubted her heated reactions were only from her orgasm, but rather because of her attraction to him.

When the woman bouncing on her Dom slowed her thrusts as he grunted his own release, Elliott slid his hands down Mary’s arms. She leaned in to him, and while he liked that, he noticed something odd. “I feel you trembling, darlin’.”

He slowly rubbed her arms, sensing how still she was, as if she were afraid to move or act, which contradicted his thoughts on her experience. She was an interesting puzzle, one he intended to figure out. “Do you always tremble like this after orgasm, or is this something new?”

Her gaze held his intently. “No, I don’t tremble after orgasm.”

“Why are you trembling now, then?”

She blinked once. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”

“Is it nerves?” he offered.

“No,” she replied with a firm voice.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her shoulder, hoping it would ease her shaking. Her soft skin was a pleasure he wouldn’t refuse himself. Her black corset hugged her body in every way it should, showing off her curves. The lace at the top was a deep purple and accentuated her round breasts, and the boning in the corset detailed the gorgeous lines of her body. He lifted his gaze to her eyes, which were surrounded by dark makeup, and this woman sucked the air from his lungs.

You are different…

He trailed a finger over her cheek, and his muscles were as tense as his cock. “You’re not a newbie. Tell me why your body is reacting so intensely.”

“I haven’t been with a Dom in a long time,” she said softly.

He gazed into those pretty eyes, peering into the windows of her soul. “Is there a reason for that?”

Her pupils had dilated, darkening her features. “I belong to another Dom.”

He dropped his hands, more annoyed that he had made a mistake by touching a submissive who belonged to another. But then he also remembered that Dmitri had said last night that Mary was unattached. He frowned. “Why did you not tell me that before I touched you?”

She recoiled, as if something cold had entered her. “My husband passed away.”

He sighed and moved closer, erasing the distance. Dmitri had mentioned nothing of this. Maybe there was a reason for that, Elliott thought. “How long ago did he die?”

“Just over four years ago.”

Elliott studied her, seeing the first hints of why her body responded with such intensity. A submissive had lost the man who commanded her. He tucked her hair behind her ear, not blind to how she squirmed. “I’m divorced,” he told her.

Mary’s features warmed. Perhaps she was comforted not to be alone in a shadowed past. “For how long?”

“Fifteen years.” Long years had passed as he’d waited to find his submissive, the one who would make sense out of his failed marriage. He’d married too young, and married a selfish woman at that. While he and his wife engaged in BDSM, she wasn’t a true submissive. She never gave him everything. Since then, he hadn’t fallen in love with a submissive or with anyone else. Lust, yes, but not undying love.