Freed (Club Sin 4)

Her silence indicating agreement was all he needed before he grasped her hip, thrusting hard and purposeful. His other hand gripped her neck, squishing her cheek against the door. Overpowered in every sense of the word, she gave him all of herself.

He wasn’t being careful. He wasn’t seducing her. He took what he wanted, how he wanted it, and she burned for him.

His rock-hard cock brushed perfectly against the nerves inside. The hold he kept her in made her feel adored…desired. Passion soared throughout their touches, an uncontrolled frenzy of need. She shut her eyes as he thrust harder…faster…deeper.

A hard smack on her bottom snapped her eyes open as a slice of pain slid through her in a flare of heat. His hand sneaked around her middle, then he had her nipple between his fingers, pinching the bud. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as each tweak seemed directly connected to her clit.

How desperate she was to push back against him, to fuck him so eagerly in return, but his hold wouldn’t allow movement. She could only stand there, bent slightly at the hips, and take what he offered.

Accept his dominance.

He closed his upper body around her back, placing his mouth by her ear, and his low grunts moistened her further. It was the sound of raw masculinity, of loss of control, of desire to own. Her sex clenched around him, loving it, needing him, wanting more.

The speed of his thrusts quickened and heaviness pooled low in her body. He pinched her nipple with a bite of pain, flooding her with sensation, and her breath hitched as pleasure blinded her.

“Your orgasm is mine to take. Squeeze my cock, soak me, and damn well please me,” he ordered with a hard voice. “Give it to me. Now.”

She panted as he lowered his hand from her nipple to her clit, working it wildly. Her lower lips contracted around his thick shaft. The scent of musky sex swiped through her nostrils, followed by the woodsy aroma of his cologne.

As he pumped into her with loud smacks of skin against skin, she quivered, feeling the rise of her orgasm. Her inner muscles went into strong convulsions around his thick cock riding her shamelessly.

He grunted. “Yeah, darlin’, like that.”

To be owned, she’d missed this.

To be adored, she’d longed for it.

To be fucked without apologies, she’d craved it like a drug.

After a few purposeful hard presses against her clit, her body froze in the highest state of pleasure. Worked into wild sensations of euphoria and reacting under his command, she became undone. He drove his cock right to the hilt and pinched her clit, forcibly hard, and then she was screaming and shuddering.

Her body released to his will.

She fell into orgasm.

Moisture dripped along her thighs and he moved harder, only increasing her orgasm, not allowing it to end. She peaked so high, for so long, she was left shaking from the inside out. The release pulled at something deep inside, as if he’d drained her soul from her body, happily accepting it into his hands.

Somehow she heard him roaring out his pleasure, felt him bucking and jerking against her. Curse words spilling violently from his mouth as he rocked into her with feral thrusts. When she crashed from the high, there were only their panting breaths and her throbbing, satiated sex.

Without a single word to her, he released his hand from around her neck and was gone for a second, leaving her supported by the wall, her legs wobbling beneath her. When he returned, he spun her in his arms, pushing her back against the door.

His gaze was distant and dark, not satisfied. He wiped his semen off her inner thigh, then cleaned her sore sex, causing her to moan, before he stepped back. “On your knees.”

Mary lowered without hesitation, falling into her submissive role.

“When I call for you, you will come to me.” Then he simply walked away.

In her line of vision, she saw his bare feet leave, and the moment reminded her of another time…another life…

In the kitchen of Mary’s small apartment, Charles grabbed her hair, angling her head, and growled, “A Dom doesn’t need to apologize for fucking a submissive like she wants to be fucked, does he, Mary?”

“No, sir,” Mary replied, pressed against her countertop, with her skirt up at her hips and the scent of burning dinner coming from the oven, drifting in the air. “Because you know I want to be fucked without fear of my breaking.”

He squeezed her ass, pressing his semi-hard cock against her bare bottom. “Does rough play excite you?”

“God, yes, sir.” She shuddered, feeling sore in every place possible. “It frees me.”

Blinking into the present, she quivered, not in fear, not with overwhelming emotions; she smiled in pure unadulterated bliss.