Desired (Club Sin 3)

Her teeth chattered. “Because you want to protect me, sir.”

“No.” Using both hands, he pushed against her shoulders, sending the vibrator to brutalize her clit. “Answer again.”

“I’m yours, sir,” she screamed.

The brutal buzz on her clit left little choice to argue or accept the idea of another orgasm—he stole the choice from her. Both by the hard buzz on her clit and the warming sensation on her bottom from the flogging, he owned her pleasure. She screamed, shaking her from the inside out. “Can I come, sir?”

He slapped her bottom with the flogger. “Two. Go.”

Just like that—she broke into pieces, screaming and shuddering another release.

She hadn’t caught her breath this time when she noticed him in front of her, naked. His hard, thick, and beautiful cock stood at her eye level. “And yes, sweetheart, you are mine.” He cupped her cheek with a hooded gaze, as another stroke of the flogger warmed her shoulder. “Suck.” His smoldering eyes brought shivers that had nothing to do with the vibrator.

There was no concern, no hesitation, no fea

r of breaking her in his features, only focus and determination. Shaking from the lingering effects of her release, and sensitive by the vibrator hammering her, she parted her lips. He shifted his hips forward, his hot and hard penis filling her mouth with the saltiness of his pre-cum dragging along her tongue.

As she took him deep into her throat, he angled his head back, then when he glanced to her, not even the vibe could match the reaction she experienced. For the first time since she’d met Kyler, he didn’t look at her like a delicate flower. Hard lines creased his eyes. His mouth was set into a firm line.

You burn only for me, his fiery gaze told her.

I’m yours, her heart whispered.

Staring down at his cock disappearing into Ella’s mouth, Kyler grunted. The wet, warm space encased his shaft between her lips. He gripped her hair, holding it tightly, as all worry vanished from his mind. He tugged on her hair, forcing her mouth to move faster over his hard rod. Then he yanked it back, withdrawing his penis, only to pull her head back on him, over and over again. Now he took pleasure in the manner he’d craved since he set his eyes on Ella.

The once vanilla woman now accepted his dominance.

When his penis hit the back of her throat, he pulled out in enough time for her to say, “Come. Sir.”

Amused by how clipped her words were, he pushed his hand against her shoulder again, pinning her down to the vibrator. “Three. Go.” In less time it took for her to drag her lips over his shaft, she blew apart, screaming and shuddering. The high-pitched screech raised a grin to his face, as he ached for that sound.

Total loss of control.

When her screams cut off and she outright quaked from the force of her orgasms, he tangled his fingers into her hair, moving her mouth back onto him. He pumped his hips into her mouth, giving her what she craved. To be manhandled. To not be touched delicately. To be fucked by his cock in her mouth, hard enough to make her gag.

This moment was as much for her as it was for him.

The showing that things had changed between them. When she gagged again on his cock, he yanked out from her mouth, saliva dripping off the tip of his cock. He groaned, loving it messy.

Raising the flogger, he stepped in behind her. “Ride the cock.” Unleashing the leather tails on her bottom, she rose up and down, using the strength of her legs. Continuing to turn her shoulders, upper back, and bottom a bright red, he never relented with the flogger. Yet he saw her increased shaking and heard the hitching in her breath, he dropped the flogger to the ground.

Done with forcing her orgasms, he simply wanted to claim one for himself. He yearned to feel her explode around his shaft, strangling him blind. Behind her, he lifted her in his arms, withdrawing the dildo from inside her. Then he gently pushed her forward, purposely placing her clit on the vibrating part of the machine. Grasping her hips, he squatted on his feet and pressed his cockhead against her soaking folds, and entered her in one long stroke.

Keeping his hand on her back to hold her tight on the vibe, he forced her to ride out the vibration as he took her from behind. He pounded into her hot cunt, dripping her arousal all over his sac. Her sweaty skin was hot beneath his touch, as he took what he wanted. What he craved, her perfection that belonged only to him.

His thigh muscles burned as he squeezed her ass cheeks, then slapped both with a thudding hit. “Tell me why I smack your ass.”

“Because you know I love it, sir.” She screamed, louder than he’d ever heard.

It was beautiful.

Thrusting harder, he leaned against his hand, pushing her harder against the vibe, while driving into her tight channel. He slapped her red, hot ass with another thudding hit in a way he had wanted to for so damn long. She quivered against his cock, squeezing at him and all but begging his seed to fill her. “Good answer. But give a better one.”

Her breath hitched, then she screamed, “Master Kyler, I’m yours.”

Warmth traveled through him. He heard nothing else or demanded more from her with words. It wasn’t what she said that broke his control, it was the soft way she said it. The meaning behind it. That she said it in front of all Club Sin members made everything right, in what had seemed so many complications.

Nothing lay between them. No pain. No concern. Only acceptance of her will into his hands. Thrusting into her with hard, punishing thrusts, he took what belonged to him. He pumped into her not as a way to pleasure her, but a method to own her.