Freed (Club Sin 4)

In his touch, she was happy and content. She didn’t fight their connection. She was just in the moment. She was with her Dom. One second she was so far away from him; the next she was practically handing him her soul.

The twinkle in her eyes was playful and damn near the most angelic thing he’d seen in his life. He nearly allowed himself to believe she was staking her claim, but he refused to let hope flare. He arched a brow at her. “What game are you playing, darlin’?”

“No game, sir,” she whispered.

How she said sir made him rock hard in her hands. It wasn’t simply a word, it meant something. She said it in the way he had longed to hear a submissive say it. That she belonged to him, and that she was grateful for it. That together, things were exactly as they should be.

With a smirk, she released his cock and slid back onto his lap. She squirmed against him, rubbing her mound over his hard shaft. Delighted by the sensation, he groaned, bringing his hands to her bottom and rubbing her against him.

“Your hard cock needs me, sir,” she whispered.

His chest constricted yet again at how she said sir. So emotion-packed it sucked the air from his lungs. Pressing her hands on his shoulders, she angled her hips and then took him inside her. A harsh groan ripped from his lips as his head fell back against the tub. “Damn, you feel good.” He squeezed her buttocks and placed his hands on her hips, helping her gain speed. Each time she lowered, his cock hardened further within her tight channel. The added water had him shutting his eyes, reveling in the splendid ride.

He braced his feet against the other end of the tub, helping her move faster…harder. Her lips fell open with her moans, though her gaze stayed solely focused on him.

Her silent message of gratitude was clear.

The respect for her Dom evident.

She squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft on each thrust down and he nearly saw stars. With the water splashing around them, she rode him hard with purpose to make him come, and to get herself off.

Though in the determined set of her features he knew she wasn’t coming for herself; she was coming to give him a better ride. To make her cunt tight, to use the water as extra lubrication, and he was nearly there…right ready to explode inside her. He grasped her heavy breasts in his hands and squeezed them, then let go, watching them bounce.

She tossed her head back, showing off the long line of her neck. “I’m going to—”

“Please me.” He grasped her head in his hands, taking her mouth roughly. Her breath was harsh against his mouth as he helped her fuck him roughly, passionately.

When she came, she moaned against his lips and he devoured each and every one. He wrapped an arm around her back and then shifted up from underneath, sending water to crash over the sides of the tub.

Heat and need flared up his spine, pooling hot desire into his groin. Her sex convulsed around him, so damn tight. With little warning and pure euphoria, his cum pulsed from his cock and he rode her hard, roaring out his pleasure.

His body jerked and trembled, as he held her tight against him, leaving no space between their bodies. Not allowing her to avoid him. He needed the closeness of it, for as long as she’d allow. She finally stopped quivering, as did he, and she lifted her head. He tangled his fingers in her hair as she stared at him with that same look of submission that he’d do anything to keep.

Anything to protect.

Anything to own.

He smiled. “Glad you came tonight?”

She laughed, the sweetest sound to his ears. “In all meanings of the word, I most definitely am.”

Chapter Twelve

Candles were on every flat surface, and with all the lights off in the hotel room, Mary admired Elliott, as the orange hue from the flames of the gas fireplace lit up the side of his face. After their bath, he’d placed a blanket down on the ground in front of the fireplace, along with a bunch of pillows.

Mary lay on her side with her head resting on her hand, with just about every type of Thai food she knew of on the blanket between her and Elliott. She grabbed a spring roll from one of the white boxes, looking to him as she ate.

For the past couple hours all they’d been doing was talking, and he seemed so comfortable lying there with her. She liked that about him. He could seem at ease wearing a suit, but he could look just as relaxed naked, with only a white sheet covering his waist.

His body was layered with muscles, though to her his large frame was why he exuded strength. She didn’t doubt that if she were wrapped in his arms, nothing could get to her. That he could and would protect her.

She recalled a time when someone else made her feel that way, too.

As she finished off the spring roll, Elliott said, “Tell me about your children.”

“Well, they are the best,” she said with a laugh.

He chuckled and then winked. “I can’t imagine them being anything else, if they’re yours.” He grabbed a sugar-cane shrimp, and before he ate it, he continued. “Do you see them often?”