Freed (Club Sin 4)

Once they entered the lavish bedroom, Elliott left the door open, causing Mary to wonder if he liked an audience as she did, too. Scanning the room in a quick sweep, she noted the luxurious king-size bed with the rich golden bedspread. On the nightstand, she saw ropes and a flogger, and knowing they might be used on her kicked up her heart rate.

He stopped by the end of the bed and released her hand. Then he slowly circled her, as if examining the canvas he would paint on. A Dom’s long regard had once set her on fire. It had been her first attraction to the lifestyle. Now was no exception.

Heat seeped into her loins.

To be the center of a Dom’s universe matched no other feeling in the world. To be pulled into their command was a yearning she had fought for so long. She ached to be dropped into his headspace and completely removed from hers.

She wanted to remember what it was like to be submissive.

Under his examination, as he gazed over her from head to toe, the air in the room shifted, thickening. Each breath she drew was a bit deeper and harsher than the one before. The hair on her arms rose and goose bumps tickled her flesh, as she sensed his stare caressing her body.

He trailed his fingers along her bare arm, igniting a shiver. When he returned to face her, he considered her with warm eyes. She couldn’t avoid his potent stare, and she would no longer overlook her needs. As if this was all new to her again, her thighs clenched to feel pleasure, but her heart ached to experience the hands of a Dominant.

To be adored…admired…

Mary wanted it all.

She was desperate to remember how it felt to be touched by Charles. How her world aligned when a Dom commanded her. How peaceful her mind became. How settled her emotions were. Her eyes closed of their own accord as a memory fluttered over her…

The dark corner of Chains was private and intimate. Dressed in white-lace lingerie, Mary waited for her Dom to make his move. It came only a second later as he swirled a finger over her clit and said softly, “So aroused, my sweet Mary.”

“For you, sir,” she replied, gazing into his powerful stare.

“Ah, I see that.” The side of his mouth arched as his fingers dipped in between her folds. “So fucking wet.”

“Always, sir,” she gasped, dropping into the command of his intoxicating touch.

“Always aroused for me, Mary, aren’t you?”

“I ache for you, sir.”

Charles’s low chuckle only increased the moisture between her thighs. With his free hand, he cupped her chin, demanding her stare. His gaze sizzled. “Of course you do, because that pussy is mine. I control when it gets wet, when it gets hot and needy. It’s my pussy to fuck, isn’t it?”

“God, yes, sir,” she rasped.

He lowered his hand and gestured to his pants. “Then get on your knees and suck me until I’m rock hard and can fuck you.”

She lowered herself without hesitation, grasping his semi-hard penis in her hand. She grinned at him, feeling it harden slightly, knowing that always worked to get him excited. She swirled her tongue up the front and he groaned, then she licked the slit, tasting the salty liquid at the tip.

His hand cupped her cheek as he stared down at her with adoration. His eyes were soft and filled with emotion, something that came only from a relationship that was simply meant to be. She drew his cock between her lips, taking it all the way in to the back of her throat.

Charles’s low groan made her shiver as she bobbed her head and used her hand to stroke him. Within only five strokes, he pulled away. His deep laughter raised goose bumps across her skin. He offered her his hand, his stare molten and passionate. “Now, my sweetheart, let me feel you beneath me while I take what is mine.”

With a gasp, she opened her eyes, drawn back into the present. A change appeared in Elliott’s features, removing the warmth and replacing it with a hard gaze. He apparently knew her mind was elsewhere.

Dammit! She hadn’t expected to think of Charles so much.

Stay in the moment.

Elliott’s piercing eyes held hers, making her feel as if she’d never done a BDSM scene before. Dragging his finger over her shoulder and watching the glide of his touch, he asked in a low voice, “Is that cunt wet and achy for me, Mary?”

“Yes, sir.” She shivered.

He gave a small grin, gaze turning playful. “But I’ve hardly touched you, how can you be so aroused?”

Holding his could-be-intimidating stare, she reminded herself that she wasn’t inexperienced, either. She’d lived and breathed submission for many years under Charles’s hand. She wanted to play tonight—to remember her submissive role. “You’re a handsome man, sir. Your confident touch is arousing. It’s making me remember what it used to be like to be controlled by a Dominant.”

His low chuckle slid across her as he brushed his hand over her cheek and then he tangled his fingers into her hair. “I like the way you react under my touch.” He pressed his hard cock against her stom