Commanded (Club Sin 6)

Now alone, she sank down onto the closed toilet and dropped her head into her hands. Good Lord, her life had dramatically changed. She didn’t live such a straight and narrow life anymore. Her parents would’ve been proud, she mused. Then she blew out a long breath, trying to shed the tension.

She lifted her head, stood up, and moved toward the sink. She stared at herself in the mirror, seeing the paleness of her skin and the darkness in her eyes. She looked like shit.

Knowing she needed to get this over with, she splashed some water on her face, then left the bathroom. A light was on in the living room, so she headed there. Sawyer was standing near the bay window, staring out into the dark night, arms folded.

A thousand things rushed through her mind. Yet all that came out was “I don’t understand what’s going on here.”

He turned to her. “Come here.”

She went over to him, feeling a lump forming in her throat. The warmth of his body embraced her as he gathered her in his arms. He tilted his head, drawing his knuckles gently across her cheek, while his other hand rested on her lower back. “Chloe,” he began, a muscle flexing in his jaw. “I told you not to go there. If only you’d listened—”

She rolled her eyes and stepped out of his hold. “That’s not the way to begin this conversation.”

A frown pulled at his mouth as he crossed his arms again. “Tell me how to begin this conversation.”

“I don’t know.” She began to pace the room. “But being angry at me for going there isn’t going to fix anything. First, I’ve done nothing wrong. Second, you have no right to be mad at me.”

“Fine. You wanna play that game?” He raised a finger. “First, you should have asked me to take you.” He raised another finger. “Second, as your reaction showed, it’s not the place for you. Which I told you.”

She stopped by the entrance to the living room, mirroring his posture by squaring her shoulders and folding her arms. “I’m not going to apologize because I wanted to see something for myself.”

“I don’t expect you to apologize. But let me ask you this: what you saw tonight, did you like it?” He took a powerful step toward her, eyes ablaze. “Did it bring us closer together? Or did it put distance between us? Are you now worried that I want you to be the type of submissive you saw tonight?”

She shivered as he closed in on her, the air shifting with each step he took, growing hotter and thicker. “Should I be worried about that?”

“No.” He kept on walking forward, which sent her backing out of the living room into the dining room. When her back hit the wall, she gasped. He pressed his warm, hard body against hers. “Why did you go there tonight?”

Flames of fire burned in his eyes. She gulped. “I wanted to understand.”

“What did you need to understand?”

Her breath hitched. “What it is exactly that you’ll want me to do.”

One side of his mouth rose, and not in a way she’d call friendly. It was more the look of a predator knowing he’d trapped his prey. “Then let me enlighten you.”

His mouth dropped to hers and he kissed her feverishly. With his hands on either side of her face, each rough press of his lips and harsh swipe of his tongue branded her, marking her as his.

And Chloe melted into him.

—

When Sawyer sensed Chloe becoming putty in his hands, he pressed her up against the wall in his dining room and thrust his fingers into her hair, pinning her right where he wanted her.

His teeth caught her bottom lip, and Sawyer kissed her once more, hot and hard, for the sheer pleasure of knowing that right at this moment that sexy mouth belonged to him. Then he took a step back and set out to explain everything he’d been thinking on the drive back to his house.

“I didn’t want you there so soon, because I don’t want a club to desensitize you.” He paused and pressed his hard cock against her lush body, feeling a desperate need to have her. “I want to desensitize you. I want to be the one who breaks that innocence that I find so beautiful. I want to be the one to introduce you to kink. Me. Only me. I know you don’t fully understand why this is important to me, but you will.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “I—”

He sealed his lips over hers, not allowing her to get a word in. Yes, they could sit and talk about this. But her body would understand his desires better than her mind could. Reaching for her shirt, he lifted his mouth from hers and yanked the piece of clothing over her head. He left her bra in place and reached for her skirt, raising it up above her hips. Using both hands, he ripped the lace panties she wore, tearing them off her. Her pupils enlarged, and he knew if he touched her sweet cunt now she’d soak his fingers. Women who enjoyed their men being men also enjoyed being handled like they wouldn’t break.

He regarded her hooded eyes, which were begging him to take her. Intending to do exactly that, he gathered her in his arms and bent her over his dining room table. “What you saw tonight, I don’t want to do with you. Not yet. Maybe never. What I want to do is spank you.” He slapped her ass and she gasped, glancing over her shoulder with huge eyes. “I want to use my hand, not leather.” He gave her three slaps one right after the other, leaving her ass bright red before he smoothed away the burning. “That is what I would’ve told you if you asked me to take you to a club.” Another two hits left her squirming and moaning. “Instead, you went there and doubted us, when a simple conversation could’ve prevented it.” Running his hand over her hot bottom, he relished her eager moans. He leaned over her back and said in her ear, “That is why you made me angry.” He thrust his fingers into her hair, angling her head back. “I do not want to share you.”

“Then don’t,” she gasped, eyes dark with arousal. “Fuck me.”

A growl ripped from his throat as he freed his aching cock from his pants. He took a condom out of his wallet and continued to spank her. Each swat he offered while he ripped open the condom wrapper made her arch her back and offer her bottom.

Whether she knew it or not, Chloe liked rough sex, and it turned Sawyer on. Perhaps she’d been handled with kid gloves before. In general Sawyer agreed that a woman needed to be handled with care, but right now he needed to fuck Chloe, and she needed to be fucked.