Desired (Club Sin 3)

Moving to the tray again, he grabbed the nipple clamps with rubber tips, which had a long chain connecting them. Her gaze followed him when he returned, and to stop the nerves he spotted from filling her, he grasped her chin and sealed his mouth over hers.

Every brush of his lips she mirrored. Every soft moan she gave had him deepening the kiss. Her tongue swiped against his in a passionate plea for more. More I’ll give you, sweetheart. Angling her head, he moved harder … a little more forceful, to heat her up.

When she whimpered against his lips, he broke free from her mouth and trailed openmouthed kisses down her neck, nipping at the skin. He traveled lower until he reached her nipple. There, he squeezed her breast and his hand scraped against the rope, igniting a hard pulse in his cock.

Drawing her puckered nipple into his mouth, he sucked the bud until she moaned. Then he played there, sometimes licking, other times nipping at the tender flesh. He swirled his tongue around her areola, working her nipple until it formed into a perfect tight knot.

Leaning away, he smiled at her shut eyes. She quivered, giving a long exhale as he tweaked the puckered bud. He squeezed and released her nipple in a slight bite to work her into the sensation.

When her breath shifted to heady panting, he added the clamp, and the rubber pressed against the dark pink skin. No reaction. Not a surprise. Keeping hold of the clamp on her nipple, he slid the ring at the closed end toward the clamps on her nipple, moving slowly, waiting for a reaction.

Within seconds, her eyes widened and she whimpered.

He paused, allowing her to become accustomed to the new sensation. As she held his stare, eyes open and alert, he placed the chain over his shoulder. Then he dropped his hand to her hot cunt. His fingers came back soaked, and he dragged her arousal up to her clit. He circled the bundle of nerves and her eyes fluttered closed, a raspy moan escaping her mouth. Only when she pushed past the pain, morphing it into pleasure, did he slide the ring higher.

This time she grunted.

“There you go,” he murmured.

Continuing to swirl her clit, he lowered his mouth to her other nipple and worked the bud until it puckered. Spending as much time on the new nipple as he had the first, he waited for Ella to awaken. The moment she did, he applied the other clamp. By the time he leaned away, Ella panted, harsh, greedy, uncontrollable perfect sounds.

A woman overwhelmed by pleasure.

He pressed his fingers against her hot slit, and his fingers entered her. Soaked. Ready. She half gasped, half grunted. He anticipated that the new sensation would overwhelm her. The nipple clamps were like fingers gently pressing her nipples. His fingering her gave the sensation that more than one set of hands were touching her.

Something new for Ella. Something thrilling.

Her glassy gaze held his. Unfocused. He pumped his fingers inside her and she moaned, squirming against the silk, sending the swing into movement. He lifted the chain that dangled down her stomach, pulling slightly. She whimpered, not a sound of discomfort but blatant desire. Her hands clenched in the binds and her head dropped back, soft sighs filling the air.

His cock ached, throbbing in his pants to replace his fingers. Her acceptance under his touch stirred his dominance. As her inner muscles squeezed his fingers, increasing his thrusts, he grunted. “You make a man want things he shouldn’t,” he told her, even if he doubted she’d hear him.

Due to cutting off the circulation to her nipples, he couldn’t draw out the scene, no matter that he wanted to. Tonight was simply about sensation and allowing Ella to feel something she hadn’t before.

Hell-bent that this was only the beginning of their adventure together and the future would allow him to play as he liked, he dropped his jeans. His heavy, swollen cock rested in his hand, and he wasted no time. He pressed his throbbing cockhead against her damp folds and he pulled the chain upward as he entered her.

Careful not to move the chain, he thrust inside, squeezed by her inner walls. Skin against skin, he groaned against the gloriousness of it. The breathtaking view tested his control. Never. Not with any of the submissives before Ella had anyone looked so damn beautiful, in his ropes, in his clamps, locked in his pleasure.

Perfection.

He thrust with gentle but fast movements and pulled the chain down, letting her experience the burn against her nipples. Her eyes shot open and widened as she trembled in the swing. Playing with the chain to add sensation, he pulled it straight out, and her moan slid across him.

With his free hand, he pressed against her clit, stimulating as many parts of her as possible. To Ella, the bondage, the clamps, the shibari, his cock, and his fingers would feel as if many hands were touching her now.

As if Ella was a woman worthy of such pleasure—such devotion to her body. And he cherished the thought she experienced that now. His strokes were long and unhurried, yet as her breath turned raspy and her cunt constricted against his shaft, he anticipated her climax.

Hell, he anticipated his own.

To him, it seemed he’d been waiting too long for this moment. To touch her in the dungeon. To make love to her in Club Sin. To show off her beauty to all its members. To own Ella. To possess her soul. To command her pleasure.

His control failed him.

Ella’s flowery scent and the musky aroma of their lovemaking swept through his nostrils as he lifted the chain to her mouth. “Open.” He settled the chain onto her tongue and added, “Close your lips. Don’t release that.”

Her breath sounded rough through her nose as he gra

sped the silk at her sides. Gripping it tight in his hands, he shifted the rhythm of his hips, both with force and speed. In and out, his cock moved within her tight cunt, and he forced himself to keep looking at her.

With a soft moan that brushed across his sweaty body, her eyes rolled back into her head and she shuddered. Each pounding thrust into her, skin slapped against skin, and he knew she’d experience a ripping sensation of pleasure through her nipples.