Desired (Club Sin 3)

Intensifying the moment, he pinched her clit, forcing her to ride the wave of pleasure mixed with low levels of discomfort. Heat flicked through him as his pelvis slapped against her sexy ass, and his cock disappeared inside her wet cunt.

He squeezed her clit, flooding her with sensation. She gasped seconds before she held her breath. Her silence was a telling sign of her climax. The contractions of her inner walls around his hard penis nearly made him cross-eyed. Forcing himself to remain aware, he waited for her face to flush deep in color before he released her clit.

One second passed.

Then Ella was screaming and shuddering.

Her nipples were being stretched as she soared into climax. The sheer force of her orgasm rushed into him with a heat wave, leaving him unable to refuse his desires. His jaw clenched against the burn riding him, and he roared as the first drop of cum shot from his cock. With a growl, he yanked out of her warm, wet heat, and he gripped his cock. He pumped, hard and fast, shooting his seed onto her pretty, hot cunt.

His to mark.

His to claim.

Bucking and jerking, he grunted with each pulse his cock endured. He gripped the silk tight, attempting to maintain his strength. By the time his cock emptied, he stood solidly on his feet and lifted his gaze to hers.

Hooded eyelids returned his stare, and a satisfied smile crossed her face.

He arched a brow. “Mine to decorate, Ella?”

Her gaze flicked to his semen on her sex before those dozy eyes returned to his. “Yes, sir,” she whispered with the chain between her teeth.

He reached for the chain, slowly dropping it to her stomach, and she whimpered. Tucking a finger under her chin, he lowered his gaze to her eye level. “Do as I ask and this will be just fine.”

She winced.

Perhaps her BDSM book told her that there was a downside to nipple clamps. He grasped the clip on her left breast and gently lowered the ring down, letting the tension out of the clamp. Holding the clamp steady, ready to remove, he instructed, “Take a deep breath, then very slowly release it.”

As she did as told, he removed the clamp, and her piercing gasp echoed in his ears. He immediately dropped his mouth onto her nipple, laving away the pain with long sucks. She shuddered beneath him. He suspected both in pleasure from her very tender nipple and now partly in pain.

Nipple clamps were a bitch coming off.

Once she stopped hissing, he said without looking at her, “Again. Breathe in. Out very slowly.” She obliged him, and once he got the clamp off, he again eased the ache with slow licks until she relaxed.

Leaving her there, he placed the clamps on the tray, and then looked to her. Her head rested against her arm in the restraints, and her eyes were unfocused. Satisfied. Her breath came out in long, slow intervals, and a small smile curved her lips.

She said nothing.

She didn’t move.

“A boneless, fucked-into-silence submissive.” He grinned, tracing the line of her bottom lip. “Doesn’t get much better than that, sweetheart.”

Chapter Seventeen

“When I was twelve, I pissed my pants at school.”

Feeling dazed, Ella struggled to push up from the warmth of Kyler’s arms. Wrapped in a black fuzzy blanket, she leaned her head against the couch they sat on, facing him. Unsure if she’d heard him right or if her mind was too lost in the overload of sensations, she asked, “You did what?”

The soft strands of his hair fell over his brow, his eyes lit with an inner glow. “That was my most embarrassing moment in my life. We were playing football outside and I was dumb thinking I could hold it. But I got tackled, and, well, it sort of just came out.”

“You peed your pants?” She laughed.

He chuckled and nodded. “In front of the entire school, pretty much. I never thought I would get over that. I remember coming home from school in tears to my mother. And you know what she told me?”

“What?”

His mouth twitched. “You could have crapped yourself. That would have been worse.”

“I suppose she’s right.” Ella snickered, rubbing her knees against his thigh, still feeling a bit off. Her mind was hazy, almost numb. She wondered after reading about a BDSM scene and seeing it in Club Sin how she’d feel. After mulling it over, she felt almost nothing. An easy sensation that was most welcomed.