Tamed (Club Sin 5)

Kenzie blinked. Damn, I’m ogling him. She jerked away, realizing that Cora and Aidan had taken a seat on the couch a few feet away. Her mouth went dry and insides quivered, and she wasn’t sure what it was about Porter that knocked her flat on her ass. She wondered if maybe it was because Porter was a new Dom to her, and tonight would be their first scene together. Whatever it was, the man commanded her mind whenever he was near. He also awakened her body, as if his mere presence demanded it.

Hell, she had come to discover that he electrified the space around him. Whenever he entered a room, no one else existed. She didn’t know if other people noticed that or if it was her alone. Feeling a tad thrown off by his effect on her, she lifted her chin, giving him her sassiest smile. “Yes. Let’s play.”

Porter hrmphed and then gripped her jaw, angling her chin down. She held her breath, refusing to inhale his delectable woodsy scent as he leaned in. “Is that how we’re going to play this?”

She held his stare, not wanting to show how uneasy he made her. This Dom possessed a power that Kenzie hadn’t experienced before with a Club Sin Dom or even in Chains. He made her unsure in her steps, and that never happened to her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His bedroom eyes twinkled at her. “Lifting your chin at your Dom. Really, Kenzie?” His arched brow rose higher. “Are you that inexperienced? Should I treat you like a newbie when we play?”

One month, that’s how long she’d been assigned to be Porter’s submissive, and tonight was day one. It wasn’t typical for that kind of situation to happen in Club Sin, but these were unusual circumstances. Porter had been offered the chance to obtain Club Sin Master status, which all Doms sought. It was a prestigious role, given only to the most experienced Doms who helped Dmitri monitor and teach the Club Sin members. Younger Doms respected the Club Sin Masters, and all the submissives wanted to play with the Masters. The title was a great honor.

Since Porter had been a member of Club Sin for only a couple months, Dmitri decided that Porter needed to prove himself to their members. That’s where Kenzie came into play—she would be Porter’s submissive for one month as a test for him. She knew the reason Dmitri picked her. Most Doms lost patience with her. If Porter could withstand a month playing only with her, that said a lot about his skill.

She thought that should insult her, but it didn’t. Bottom line: It worked for her, because it meant that they all saw her exactly as she wanted them to. A brat. She didn’t push against Doms because she wanted to be a Dominant, nor was she a switch—a person who enjoyed playing both roles. She was most definitely a submissive. She liked receiving pleasure and pain, not giving it, as a Dominatrix would. All the same, she nearly shuddered at the thought of Porter being careful with her like he would be with a new submissive. “Don’t treat me like a newbie,” she said sternly.

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t treat me like a newbie, what?”

“Don’t treat me like a newbie, sir.”

His grip tightened on her chin. He was too intense. Too focused. Unease swept through her as he asked, “So what is that gesture, then? When you lift your chin, are you showing defiance because you want to play games with me?”

She swallowed, not liking the scrutiny he put her under. Never, not once, had a Dom called her out on her behavior. They simply punished it, which was exactly how she liked it. It kept her at a safe distance. But she also wanted Porter in a bad way. To have this Dom’s hands on her body: Yes, please. The arrangement between them gave her the chance to get what she wanted…him, especially considering he hadn’t yet asked her to scene with him in the couple months he’d been at Club Sin. “No, sir, I don’t want to play games.”

“Then why do you make such newbie mistakes? Is it on purpose?”

To challenge you.

She ignored her thought and shrugged. “Habit, sir.”

A wicked smile slowly crossed his face and he took the final step to close the distance between them, making the air thicken. His strong body pressed against hers, and her sex moistened as quickly as she drew in a deep breath. What special thing this man had that others didn?

?t, she didn’t know, but one look, one simple touch, made her burn.

He brought his mouth centimeters from hers, and his warm, minty breath brushed across her face. “Ah, yes, you have gotten away with much, haven’t you?”

She battled against pressing her tingling lips to his, confused by his statement. There was nothing she got away with in Club Sin. The Doms she had played with always issued a punishment, but she wasn’t going to argue with a man in full Dom mode. “If that’s what you think, sir.”

He snorted a laugh. “Now you’re playing it that way?”

She nearly pushed against his fingers to lift her head in her defense, but she got the feeling that if she did it again it would only prove his point. “What way am I playing this now, sir?”

“Placating me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I give. I’m waving the white flag. Every answer I give seems to annoy you. What would you like me to say, sir?”

Her heart tripped in her chest as he brushed his finger over her cheek. His touch. His smell. His hot and hard body. She fought to remain in control of her mind and not tumble into the passion right there, ready for her to take it.

Something he was apparently aware of, since his expression grew more intense. “I want correct and honest answers.”

She searched his eyes, totally stumped on what to say next. Most Doms reacted to her verbal sassiness. Porter—frustratingly—did not. In fact, his large cock pressed so deliciously against her indicated he clearly enjoyed it. Having no way out, she remained quiet, since he kept trapping her.

“Now that is the right answer.” He dragged his fingers across her cheekbone. “Silence from you is a good thing, since your mouth often gets you into trouble.” She shivered, and he grinned approval. “Yes, beautiful. That is the correct physical response to me, too.”

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Four weeks. Twenty-eight days. Six hundred and seventy-two hours.

That’s how long Porter had to get inside Kenzie’s mind and soul. Personally, he had always liked her, even when he had known her from Chains back in the day. Her fun personality was infectious, and she never seemed to take life too seriously.