Desired (Club Sin 3)

Before she could catch up, he gathered her off the vanity, and her legs were obviously weak with the buckle of her knees. He pressed her chest down to the sink and threaded his fingers through her hair, forcing her to look in the mirror. She appeared dazed with pleasure. “Can you take more?” he asked.

“I can’t,” she drawled.

He arched a brow, sensing the tremble of his muscles over his desire to claim her. “Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t,” she whispered in a soft plea.

You didn’t say no.

Keeping his stare focused on her, he grabbed the condom from his back pocket. Her legs trembled against his; her breath was harsh and raspy as he opened the wrapper with his teeth.

Once he lowered his jeans to his thighs, along with his boxer briefs, he sheathed his cock. He closed his fist in her hair, angling her head and pinning her right where he wanted her.

She could not move, and he fucking loved it.

I will always push you.

“What would happen if I gave you more?” he asked through clenched teeth, driven by need. He held her tight in his grip and forced her to look in the mirror to show her what she looked like now. To show her how lost in lust she was. To show her what he saw when he fucked her. “By more, I mean you will break apart if I fucked you. That you would be emotionally ruined, not that you are sore and sensitive. Answer honestly.”

Her glassy eyes held his and she rasped, “I wouldn’t break emotionally.”

“Then I enjoy.” He grinned at her in the mirror in a way he knew depicted danger. “And so do you.” With one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

“Jesus,” she screamed.

Gripping her hair in one hand, while the other remained on her hip, he rode her hard. Skin smacked against skin, echoing in the large bathroom. Her screams were an absolute sound of loss of control, as her gaze held his in the mirror.

He thrust his cock ins

ide her incredibly tight cunt, tight from repeated orgasms, and stared at her in the mirror, noticing when the pain from the sensitivity gave way to pleasure. A wave of euphoria drifted over her features, loosening the muscles in her cheeks, causing her mouth to fall open and her eyes to shut. He gripped her hip tight and rocked up into her. “Look at me.”

Her gaze snapped open, and the beauty gave him something far more than pleasure. There, right now, no pain lay in her gaze. Acceptance and ecstasy increased his thrusts.

She was free from all that haunted her.

It created a stir in Kyler that was so unexpected his balls drew up tight against his body. I want you always looking like that. Ella was a gorgeous woman with a strength he was becoming increasingly fond of, but without the darkness, nothing touched her beauty.

She gave him her soul.

He cherished the gift.

His muscles flexed and burned in his efforts as he pounded against that sexy ass, sending loud slaps through the bathroom. He dropped his head, gazing at her buttocks jiggling under his thrusts, and he grunted with each shift of his hips. A rush of pleasure washed over him, bringing him out of his mind and thoughts, and into his climax. And as her inner walls clamped against him, and moisture spread over his sac, he cursed the damn condom, wanting to feel her come all over him.

Shutting his eyes, he broke the connection with her and allowed his pleasure to consume him. Her cunt went into waves around his shaft. Within her release, his cock hardened further. Pleasure cut through him as his cum shot from his penis with such speed he pressed his pelvis tight against her ass, relishing in each pulse driving his climax.

By the time his mind returned to him, he noticed he’d released her hair, and she was panting, unmoving. Forcing his muscles to work, he turned her around and gathered her in his arms, then dropped to the travertine floor, with her straddling his waist.

Pressing his sweaty back against the wall, the cool tile under him eased his hot flesh. Her entire body quivered against him in beautiful shakes that belonged only to a woman that had been taken to a point she’d never gone before.

He tucked her head against his shoulder, running his hand over her soaked back, loving that she was in his arms. While he could’ve allowed himself to believe they were becoming closer, it was an illusion. And he wanted all of her. This was an experience of sexual submission for her, but true submission ran far deeper. Now that Kyler had tasted a little show of it, he wanted the full deal.

The only thing standing in his way was that she had to bare herself to him in total trust, and that came from being in a committed relationship. He wanted that with her. Badly. He didn’t simply want a casual D/s relationship with her that he had shared with many Club Sin submissives. Slowing his breaths to settle the racing of his heart, he wondered if Ella would eventually let him in and accept this thing between them.

Many moments passed before Kyler’s heartbeat returned to its normal rate and Ella began to relax against him. She finally lifted her head and gave him a cute, satisfied smile. “I hope you don’t expect me to move anytime soon, because my legs will not work.”

He laughed, and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “We can stay here until you’re able to walk again.” Running his hands over her damp face, he cupped her cheeks and held her gaze. “Now do you doubt I know better than you how to handle your darkest desires?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “Um, no. Apparently, you are well skilled in that regard.”