Freed (Club Sin 4)

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In the all-marble bathroom, Elliott sat on the edge of the tub designed for two and turned on the water. Once it warmed, he hit the plug and watched the water fill up. He sighed, sensing some of the tension leaving him.

Even after some thought, he still was undecided what was worse: thinking about Mary for the last week or wondering tonight while he sat in his hotel room if she’d show up. But she had come to him, and he couldn’t control the need that raged like a war within him.

Rough play was not a hard limit for Mary, nor was it a soft limit. That freedom allowed him the right to play with her like he had. Though he suspected her G-spot orgasm came from his rough lovemaking, he also knew he hadn’t done that scene for her.

He’d done it for himself.

How much more of this can I take?

Watching the water pouring from the tap, he knew he wanted Mary and her beautiful submission in his life, and in his bed. He wanted the chance to find out if they were as compatible past the Dominant/submissive relationship. He wanted it so damn bad it was driving him mad.

The water neared the top of the tub and he hoped by her arriving tonight Mary had had come to that same conclusion herself. Yet he couldn’t ignore the nagging suspicion that she wasn’t wanting what he did out of their relationship. There was a reason she came tonight; he just didn’t know what it was.

Frustrated by not knowing the answer, he turned off the tap and then called, “Mary, come to me.” He hit the jets on the Jacuzzi and the water started bubbling.

Only a second passed before she entered, looking woozy-eyed and heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Her cheeks were bright red, telling him how much she’d liked their scene. He rose from the side of the tub and gestured to his belt, which he’d redone after their lovemaking. “Undress me.”

She stepped closer with her dress hanging off her waist, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants with eagerness. His cock was semi-hard, yet he knew if she touched him, he’d harden for her. He brushed his hands over her arms, delighted in her quivering as he pulled her dress off her hips. He spotted the half-corset made of dark red material with black boning. As much as he wanted to tell her to remove it, he didn’t bot

her, knowing she wouldn’t.

He tucked her hair behind her ear and murmured, “I used you hard tonight. Tender flesh needs to soak.”

She looked down at her corset, hesitating. His breath became trapped in his throat as he wondered if she’d finally stop hiding from him. With dark eyes she looked at him, but then she simply got in the tub.

He shook his head, watching her sink into the water, thinking her insecurities were ridiculous. But those things truly didn’t matter, not to him. No one was without insecurities. Anyone who said they were a hundred percent confident was likely a liar. Mary didn’t hide behind her insecurities, she was honest about them, and he appreciated that. She had accepted what she thought of as flaws and made herself comfortable. There was something beautiful in that. Though he thought it would be more beautiful if he could get her past them.

He watched her slide into the tub, not knowing how to proceed with her now. He couldn’t read her mind, see past her motives. Pushing away the red-hot irritation trickling into his blood, he joined her in the tub and tugged her forward onto his lap.

She stared at him, openly and honestly.

He didn’t look away from her, wanting to see into her soul. A feeling of rightness washed over him, warming his heart. “Does the water feel nice?”

“Very nice.” She smiled, her eyes lit with an inner glow.

He cupped the water and then let it drip from his hand onto her shoulder. While he knew his next questions weren’t necessary, aftercare was important. Maybe with Mary even more so, because she was unreadable. Her body and mind were not connected. If they were, things would be a lot easier between them. “Did you enjoy our scene?”

She nodded, running her hands over his chest. “It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced rough play. It was…enjoyable.”

He chuckled, placing more water over her shoulders and relishing how her eyes fluttered. He liked making her feel good. “For me, too.”

As she stared so deeply at him, his heart reached for her. The woman with him tonight wasn’t the Mary that kept him at a distance. Possibly he’d broken her barrier tonight. He also wondered how long it would last.

He cupped more warm water, then dragged his fingers through her hair. Her breasts were all real, hanging in a teardrop shape over the corset. He ached to suck one into his mouth and nibble it. The corset blocked his view of her midsection, yet he wasn’t blind to how stunning she looked in it.

When he lifted his focus, he noticed her heated eyes on him. Her hands traveled over his shoulder as her touch turned intimate. Her stare even more so. There, in her gaze, he saw signs of submission.

Something heated passed in the air between them; then Mary squirmed lower on his legs and wrapped her hands around his cock. Within a single breath, he hardened in her hands. Placing his arms along the sides of the tub, he watched her play with his cock, her hands working over him. In the emotion crossing her face, he understood her purpose.

Gratefulness.

Worshipping the cock that had satisfied her.

He groaned as she stroked him in an up-and-down motion. Her gaze never left his, and he certainly never looked away from her. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say that the strong Mary was pushing against his mastery—proving to him that as much as he owned her, she also owned him. Yet that would mean he had more of her soul than he thought.

This woman confused him.