Freed (Club Sin 4)

His body heated at the hitch of her breath. He brought his face close to hers, knowing how his closeness affected her. As he watched her pupils dilate, he added, “Besides, it might be wise to remember that while you came last night, I did not. Do you really believe I would let you leave me with a hard cock that has been tormenting me since you walked into the room?”

She held his stare, then looked at her coffee mug. “No, of course not.”

He grabbed a blueberry before he tucked his finger under her chin, drawing her focus. Then he slid the berry across her lips until she parted them and sucked it, and his finger, into her mouth. “That’s right, darlin’. Stop thinking. Relax.”

She chewed and finally asked, “Only for the weekend?”

Tough cookie to crack, he thought. “Yes, Mary, for now, it’s only for the weekend.”

Her eyes narrowed just a little, and he smiled, rather enjoying the fire burning in their depths. She could argue. She could push against his will. She would also never win. After another long stare-down, she asked, “That’s a play on words, don’t you think?”

He barked a laugh, feeding her another blueberry. “Yes, darlin’, it certainly is.”

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Later that night, Mary groaned as Elliott massaged the arch of her foot. The day had drifted by slowly, and an ease had settled into her in the early afternoon. Not a single word had been spoken since Elliott picked up her left foot, and by the time he moved to the other, her moans became a familiar noise in the quiet room. She’d had massages at the spa, but there was a difference between her female masseuse rubbing her feet and Elliott’s strong hands stroking her.

Under his knowledgeable ministrations, all of the tension invading her body vanished. When he rubbed the ball of her foot with firm knuckles, she opened her eyes and his chocolaty warm gaze held hers. She thought back to what he had said to her, respect goes far with me. She wanted him to experience her appreciation, not so much because she thought she owed it to him, but because pleasing others and making them feel good fed her soul.

Those traits made her a submissive. And Elliott was a worthy Dom. What he’d done for her since she’d met him was bring quiet to her mind. More than anything, he reminded her of the woman she used to be.

Elliott had honor. That was to be respected. He showed kindness when he didn’t need to. He was a man who kept true to his word, and a man who had simply taken care of her since she met him. As well as the reason she felt as serene as she did now.

She pulled her foot away from his hand, and Elliott lifted his head. His mouth was parted, his eyelids were lowered, he was seemingly as relaxed as she, maybe even a little sleepy. What he had told her echoed in her ears, “Do you really believe I would let you leave me with a hard cock that has been tormenting me since you walked into the room?”

A statement somewhat made in jest, she was sure, but one she hadn’t forgotten. Moving toward him, she went onto her knees only to see the bulge in his pants. His low chuckle brushed across her, bringing forth a shiver.

She lifted her head to him as he murmured, “Ah, darlin’. You want my cock, do you?”

“I certainly do, sir,” she replied easily.

His dark eyes held hers. “Why?”

“Gratitude, sir.”

An unreadable emotion crossed his face, and she wondered if maybe she had disappointed him with her answer. Perhaps he would’ve preferred her to say, I want you. While she was sexually attracted to Elliott, and even felt a powerful connection to him, her heart would always belong to Charles.

Her submission was his.

That would never change.

She also wanted to give something back to Elliott—maybe not all of herself, but at least the most that she could give. And who was she kidding, she was going to enjoy this, too—it had been a long time since she’d had a man’s penis in her mouth.

Elliott moved off the bed and began to unbuckle his belt. She took the moment to admire his squared chest and the slight definition of his abdomen. Slowly, almost teasingly, he removed his pants and boxer briefs.

When his cock sprang free, Mary couldn’t look away. He was much bigger than she expected by feeling him on the outside of his pants. Long and thick, his penis was beautiful. As he returned to the bed and sat back on his heels, he wrapped his hand around himself and groaned, stroking his hard cock.

“This is what you want, Mary?” he asked huskily. “To touch me, just like this?”

She licked her lips. “Yes, sir.”

“Why?”

The sun beamed across his bare chest, but she forced herself to hold his stare. “Gratefulness, sir.”

His eyes narrowed on her. “Is that so?”

Her breath caught in her throat as he seemingly reached right down into her soul. Her mind fought to give him the answer she knew he wanted. Though as she regarded him, all muscle and delicious man, her body buzzed with desire.