Freed (Club Sin 4)

Elliott examined her with intent, obviously reading into her mind. “Now let’s see to this body that has been too long ignored.” He moved to the bedside, grabbing a flogger from the glass table, then spun it in his hand. Mary stayed firmly focused on the black leather tails, trembling in anticipation, forgetting what the sensation had been like.

One dark brow arched. “Come here. Place your hands on the bed.”

She did as told and bent at the waist, resting her hands against the soft duvet. Elliott’s heady presence surrounded her as his hand came down immediately on her back, pressing gently. “Spread your legs, arch your back.” He paused, then added, “Yes, that’s perfect. The lines of your body look stunning like this. Very nice.”

Her breath hitched as he dragged the flogger over her bare bottom. Something deep inside of her cracked and she shut her eyes, overwhelmed by leather against her flesh. Too long. A soft whimper spilled from her lips as the coldness inside of her splintered, emotions flooding her that were uncontrollable.

The leather vanished and Elliott ran a soft hand over her bottom. His low grunt reflected disapproval. “If you hadn’t waited so long to play, you wouldn’t be shaking this way.”

In fear that if she opened her mouth the emotion would release in a cry, she drew in a long, stabilizing breath. He returned the flogger to her, tickling the leather across her flesh, and a blast of heat rolled through her. She managed, “I had to, it was for loyalty, sir.”

“Loyalty is good.” His hand slid across her bottom behind the flogger, then a light slap caught the air in her throat. “But a submissive has needs.” He paused, and a moment later the first touch of the flogger landed on her butt cheek.

The strike wasn’t soft and gentle. Elliott wasn’t hesitant like a young man who didn’t know how to wield such a toy; the action was powerful. It was targeted and purposeful. It was the strike of a man who intended to take a submissive to a higher place.

Her knees buckled and her gasp echoed in her ears as the warmth slid across her bottom. Then another strike and her clit ached, almost as if the leather tails were a vibrator teasing her sex. On the third strike, and with the hard slap of the tails remaining the only sound she recognized, she softened and melted into each release on her body.

“Needs that your trembling body tells me you’ve been wanting to feel.” Elliott’s voice was hard, a reprimand from a Dom. “Needs that now make me hesitant in the way I play with you.”

A firm reprimand.

Fingers tangled in her hair and her neck stretched as he pulled her head back. His voice was strong as he spoke near her ear. “Feel and recognize how hard you are trembling and how out of control you are.”

She grasped the duvet below, trying to calm herself. Failing miserably, she continued to quiver in both desire and raw emotion. A dark part of her heart had been touched tonight, intensifying her reaction to their play. Elliott was reaching into her soul, and with each touch and word spoken, she was falling deeper.

This wasn’t the casual BDSM scene that she had expected tonight. Elliott was getting right into her head and wanting to understand her. Too connected. Too emotional. She squeezed her eyes shut as her heart fought against allowing Elliott into that place in her soul where only Charles belonged.

A hard-rock song drumming through the speakers at Chains matched the rhythm of Mary’s heartbeat. Her wrists and ankles held tight to the spanking bench. “My body to touch,” Charles said in her ear. “My skin to heat with the kiss of leather.” The strike of the flogger landed flat on her bottom and she moaned, arching into him. He pressed his hand on her back and added, “Your bottom is mine to make red with my markings. No one else, Mary. Your body and your mind, it all belongs to me.”

“Yes, sir.” She gasped against the slap of leather.

“Your soul is twined with mine. This passion between us binds us together. We go deep together, Mary, because we are meant to.” His hand swirled over her heated bottom before another slap of leather landed on her cheek. “I know you need to feel…pleasure…pain…an escape.” Another hit had her gasping as he added, “Feel the leather touching you, caressing you.” The third hit had her drifting away. “Be mine to care for now.”

“Yes, sir.” She moaned, relishing the burn on her bottom.

Elliott’s fingers tightened in her hair, forcing Mary into the present. He stepped beside her, his thigh pressing against hers. The slap of leather sped up, hard and fast, warming her skin with each strike. She wondered if his attention wasn’t only about her pleasure, but more—more like what she and Charles had shared.

A Dom reading into his submissive’s soul.

When another strike landed on her bottom, her mind began to slip away, but she bit her lip and forced herself to not allow Elliott that right. This was crazy! She didn’t want another lover, best friend, Dom, she wanted one night of kinky sex. Experiencing the burn of the leather tails, she remembered when another Dom had staked a very similar claim on her.

In Mary’s small apartment just off the Vegas strip, Charles leaned against Mary’s back as she was pressed against the mattress and said, “My love, it looks like someone needs to be fucked.” He growled low in his throat and she quivered against him. “You need to take better care of yourself when things get rough for you. Look at how you’re trembling—so out of control. From now on, talk to me before it gets to this level.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, sensing the chattering of her teeth from the intense flogging he gave. One second after he arrived at her doorstep, he had her pants down with her hands pressed against the bed, and was flogging her roughly. “I should have told you that med school was wearing on me.”

His low chuckle brushed across all her senses. “I won’t draw this out. You need me to shed the edge off you, my darling submissive. I’ll always give you what you need.” He slapped her ass with a firm swat as she quaked beneath him. “Whether that be pain to make you forget and ease the stress or pleasure to remind you how special you are to me.” He stroked the warm flesh on her bottom. “Or to hold you if you need that, too.”

“Be close, Charles,” she said, pressing the side of her face against the mattress with tears flooding her cheeks. “I need you close.”

“Mary,” he murmured in a sultry tone as he penetrated her from behind. “I always will be.”

A hand suddenly pressed against her mound and Mary sensed how easily Elliott’s fingers slid across her heat from behind. How wet she was for him. The desire all but burned her veins, and she realized now that the memories weren’t arousing her, Elliott was.

She needed a Dom’s touch for her own well-being. That is why she agreed to play tonight; she needed to become centered again. Mary craved to remember herself. But how deeply Elliott wanted to take her, how far he wanted her out of her mind, and how it shook her soul from the inside out that she had no control to stop it.

She heard the flogger drop and a hand squeezed one of her warmed butt cheeks. Elliott’s voice dropped lower—curt, almost. “Count your punishment for ignoring what your body has ached for.” One firm slap hit her buttock. “And for what your heart desperately needs.”

She gasped. “One.”