Desired (Club Sin 3)

The stern set of his jaw, matched with that unforgiving gaze, sent an unexplainable frenzy inside her. She read in his harsh stare that this wasn’t a question but a demand. Was that how it all worked? The whole Dom/sub thing was more about following commands. She didn’t know if she had it right quite yet, but she also felt a pull inside to do as he asked.

She wanted excitement. She craved to be naughty. He wasn’t asking her to be naked or do anything too crazy. Reminding herself of her challenge, she pulled from the strength inside. Taking off her panties in public might have horrified her before, but she wasn’t that same person anymore. Saying yes to Kyler tonight had gotten her into the most erotic place she’d ever been to, and it did excite her.

What would happen if she went further?

I want to find out.

Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she reached under her dress and slid her panties off her bottom. After she handed him her black lace thong, he tucked them into his pocket, as if they belonged there. Then he leaned forward and with a quick flick, he opened two of the buttons on her dress, showing off her cleavage and hints of her bra.

He arched a brow. “How are you feeling now?”

“Exposed,” she whispered.

“What’s worse?” His head tilted, eyes searching hers. “Feeling overdressed or exposed?”

She considered, glancing to the other women in the club and noticing she did fit in better now. “Overdressed.”

“Good. We’ve fixed the problem, haven’t we?” He smiled, and his voice dipped into that low, sexy tone. “Now relax. You look beautiful. And I’m fucking hard knowing you’re wearing nothing under your skirt.”

Odd compliments, but good God; she squeezed her thighs together. She liked him knowing that, too, and the flare of his nostrils indicated he wasn’t lying. Plus, the thought of his big, beautiful cock made her ache.

She clenched her thighs, feeding pleasure to her clit, when a scream drew her gaze to the spanking bench again. Whoever the woman was, she erupted into an orgasm that looked damn good. Her entire body shook in quakes.

Oh, Jesus.

The sounds of the woman’s climax, matched with the Dom’s fierce thrusts, had Ella’s loins pulsating. As warm wetness coated her inner thighs, she rose from the couch and pulled her skirt lower down over her bottom before taking her seat again.

Kyler chuckled. “Worried you’ll make the couch wet?”

“Lord, no,” she exclaimed.

One sleek eyebrow arched.

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I am.” She pressed her hand against his smooth, masculine face, trying to push his gaze in the other direction. “Stop looking at me like that.” Or I’m going to jump your bones right here. Right now!

A low rumble sounded from his throat. Before she knew it, she was hoisted onto his lap with her arms pinned behind her. “Nice try, little one.” His dark eyes held a world of mischief and his smile belonged to the devil himself. “Now what are you worried about?”

His erection rested against her bare sex, and she fought the urge to rub herself all over him. “That I’ll make your pants wet.”

He leaned close to her face, almost nose to nose. “Does it look like I care?”

This passion between them was mind-blowing. She’d never believed anything like this existed, and now that she’d tasted desire with Kyler, she wanted more. She shook her head, unable to form the words.

His eyes blazed with his dominance as he gripped her arms tight against her back. “Then we have fixed another problem, haven’t we?”

Chapter Eleven

A very warm, very aroused Ella squirmed against Kyler, testing his control. Within seconds of entering the dungeon, he’d seen her interest rise. For a vanilla woman, she didn’t look at all uncomfortable. Her dilated pupils and inability to sit still reflected excitement.

She wasn’t hesitant, even if she was a little nervous. But she was asking questions, not running away. A good sign. Tonight he had a plan: No expectations. No demands. Only showing her what the lifestyle could offer.

On his lap and pinned in his hold, she didn’t fight against him, she melted. A flush crept over her face and continued all the way down to her cleavage. As the erotic noises from the club drifted across him, his groin tightened, and he asked, “Tell me what you think of all this?”

She gave a tight smile. “Don’t you already know that I’m apparently very turned on by this?”

“Of course I see that, beautiful.” He kept his hands tight against her wrists and enjoyed the hitch of her breath. “But what do you feel about it?”

She regarded him, then her brows furrowed. “I’m confused about how it all works and what is expected of women in the submissive role. I mean, I get the kink and why someone would like it.” Her voice became raspy, slow and seductive. “But it’s more the roles people play that I don’t understand. I guess what I’m seeing here wasn’t what I expected.”