Appreciate.
He agreed with Aidan that something haunted lay inside Ella, but it didn’t make him want to run away. Her troubles made him yearn to wrap her in his protection and mend whatever was troubling her. Even if she portrayed the air of a strong woman, which he respected, he also wanted to get past the layers of strength to the very core of Ella.
As she rested on her knees, he was acutely aware of her. Every stroke of her hand and caress of her lips unraveled him. Her intent to please him created a stirring to show her how submission could awaken her in ways she’d never known.
Her haunted gaze needed a Dom’s push to clear it, of that he was sure.
Ella deserved to be free from personal demons.
She licked her way over his shaft, working her lips in perfect rhythm to increase his cravings for her, and he groaned. In fact, her mouth was so perfect he’d had enough of being teased. He stepped back, withdrawing his cock from between her lips and offering his hand. “Come on up, sweetie.”
She rose to her feet looking a little confused. When he held her she relaxed, another indication that submission would do her good. Comforted by a Dom who could take that darkness in her gaze away, even if for a little while.
He tugged on her hand until she pressed her warm, soft body against his. She remained silent, as if patiently awaiting his next order. He stared down into her glassy eyes, amazed by her. Ella was a natural submissive; the desire to please all but danced off her skin. He was consumed by her vulnerability.
His Dom instincts flared to life, as tonight wasn’t only about fucking her, but removing her pain while she remained under his command. And giving her a moment of peace her expression told him she needed.
That’s why he sexually dominated women. The exchange wasn’t about overpowering a woman or controlling her; it was about taking a submissive to a higher place. A place she couldn’t go without him. His duty was about taking her body and soul in his hands and giving her what she needed.
Understanding her.
Allowing her to lean on him.
Letting her forget her troubles.
At the heart of it, her submission fueled his soul. By allowing her to be her without pain, without stress, and without negative emotions that sometimes clouded life, he flew right along with her. She deserved to be allowed to be Ella stripped of everything but feelings of pleasure, happiness, and the sensation of being content.
With his purpose solidified to allow her a little freedom, he cupped her face and she leaned in to his touch, intimately. Her closeness wrapped him in a wicked spell, and his cock moved against her stomach.
Christ, she’s a sweet little thing.
He gathered her in his arms, and as she wrapped her thighs around his waist he gripped her bottom. He carried her through the French doors and then placed her down on the bed. When she squirmed to move closer to the middle of the mattress, he ordered, “Stay still.”
As she held his gaze, he noticed her swallowing deeply. Yet he was enthralled by how easily she accepted orders. Her cheeks were pink with the arousal she was obviously trying to control. She spread her legs just enough for Kyler to see pink, damp flesh; he then took a really close look at her body.
She wasn’t too skinny; she looked healthy. Her curves were perfect for a Dom’s hands, and her round ass would do well under a flogging. His gaze traveled the length of her. Her legs were creamy, with few freckles, and her breasts were round, with small, perky nipples. His focus stopped on her shaved sex with the thin line of trimmed hair.
A low noise rumbled from his chest as urgency engulfed him. He turned, approaching his suitcase on the floor. After he unzipped the
side pocket, he reached for the box of condoms, only too glad he’d thought to bring them. In his twenties, he’d learned the lesson to always come prepared.
Once he grabbed a foil out of the box, he glanced to Ella and swallowed his groan. His cock twitched at how she waited patiently for him. She remained statue still, exactly as he’d ordered. Good girl. With his gaze soaking in the pretty view, he ripped open the foil with his teeth.
The package fluttered to the hardwood floors while he sheathed himself in the thin latex. He grunted—no submissive in Club Sin had ever made him this hard. And he knew why—none of them were Ella.
More so, it was the challenge she put forth.
He needed to earn her submission, and he hadn’t experienced that challenge in the dungeon. She didn’t know she’d thrive in the BDSM lifestyle. That it would give her peace from that glaringly obvious pain inside her. And he also suspected she hadn’t yet experienced the hands of a Dominant. The thought that he had a vanilla girl desperate to be naughty set him aflame.
He craved to unleash her darkest desires and erase that hurt in her heart for as long as he could. All of that combined made him feel powerful, and worthy as a Club Sin Master.
Once he rolled the condom down to the base of his penis, he closed in on the bed and regarded her. Ella lay on her back, watching him with hooded eyelids. She stayed perfectly still, hardly even breathing.
He admired her compliance and loved how hot he made her.
Kyler had fucked many submissives in his time.
This was different.