Tamed (Club Sin 5)

The air shifted, indicating Porter’s presence, and she groaned when something tickled her side. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Porter smiled from ear to ear, those mischievous eyes not giving her the intensity she wanted. He trailed the feather flogger up her side, then over her shoulder and down her back. He remained silent as he moved to her bottom, and she lost sight of him.

She stared at the limestone wall in front of her and wondered if she’d made the biggest mistake to agree to this with Porter. She needed a stinging flogger or the hard slap of a paddle. One month of this was going to be hell.

The feather flogger slowly moved over her bottom, and then he trailed it between her thighs. Her eyes widened as a gentle push of unknown pleasure consumed her—a soft embrace forcing a shudder. Her mind instantly numbed, as the sensation seemed so foreign to her. The stroke of the feathers was teasing but purposeful, and her stomach clenched.

Porter’s low chuckle drifted across her as he dragged the feathers back up her moist sex on top of her panties. “Seems to me, kitten, that cunt doesn’t need pain to get all excited, does it?”

She wanted to argue and fight against those words, but she found herself unable to respond. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her sex tightened under his mesmerizing touches pulling her into a space she never wanted to return from.

Please don’t stop…

Chapter Three

The spotlights above beamed down on Kenzie, illuminating her beautifully in the dark corner of the dungeon. Porter concentrated on her breathing, noticing it was deep and labored. She swayed her hips with each swipe of the feathers across her sweet cunt. Christ, she’s a sexy little thing.

Ever since he’d met Kenzie, he wanted her. Badly. Now his hunger increased to an intense craving. He never intended to make this emotional and powerful between them. This was all a task he had agreed to take on—to get Kenzie to surrender. Yet she was shockingly making it very easy for him. And he couldn’t piece together why that was.

He also couldn’t stop his heart, which somehow wanted more.

She captivated him now, as she reminded him of a kitten, full of energy one minute, hissing at him the next. Her kiss and her odd reaction to him made him curious about her. It made him want to explore her on a deeper level. Something he hadn’t wanted from any sub, not since Cora. Not since he grew tired of his relationships never leading to long-lasting love. This scene wasn’t about a casual encounter any longer, it was two souls searching for something bigger than themselves.

He dragged the feathers across her bottom, and as Kenzie shivered, he wondered about her. He wouldn’t pretend to guess why she was so disconnected from her body. Her resistance to him also made no sense, when her body simply wanted to let go.

Though what kept playing on his thoughts was why she craved pain. He’d met quite a few masochists in his time, and he’d bet his money that Kenzie wasn’t one. Her limits stated only pain after pleasure, which told him she liked erotic pain—pain that took her pleasure higher. She didn’t get off on the pain itself, which proved she wasn’t a masochist. She reacted intensely under his touch, behaving in a way so different from what he’d seen from her, and that intrigued him.

Had he pegged her entirely wrong? Was she simply a little lost, not insolent?

More important, he couldn’t help but wonder if something special had been right in front of him this entire time and he had overlooked her. He returned the flogger to her sex, and she moaned, a sweet sound that surprised him. Every time he’d observed her play, she’d been screaming her pleasure or pain—you couldn’t tell the difference. Never had he seen her softer side, expressing the joy of pure sensation, until now. This lovely moaning sound cut right through his heart, and he rather enjoyed that she made it for him.

He leaned against the side of the table and tucked his finger under her panties, then pulled them to the side and discovered her heated flesh was soaking wet. He smiled, pleased that she became so aroused for him. Perhaps the chemistry he sensed between them when they first kissed was mutual.

He felt a connection to her, all right, one he didn’t want to toy with. She acted differently with him, and he wouldn’t be blind to it. A submissive was telling him how much she wanted him, possibly needed him, and he heard her message loud and clear.

Watching her response, he tickled the feathers over her swollen flesh, and she gasped, pushing her bottom back against him. He didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred her to speak with her body instead of her snappy mouth. She moaned again as he slid a finger over her wet slit. She dropped her head and groaned as he circled her hard clit. Christ, he’d never witnessed her so lost in pure pleasure, and the beauty of it stunned him.

Who knew Kenzie could be handled with a softer hand and like it?

Lusciously positioned on her hands and knees, her body continued to mesmerize him. Her seductive curves and creamy skin tempted him—to taste, to own, to devour until she begged him to stop.

He admired the moisture glistening off her folds, placing his finger against her pussy, teasing her—something he assumed few have done. Club Sin Doms quickly tired of her disrespectful mouth and typically flogged and spanked her, then quickly fucked her to end the scene. Porter knew his challenges up front as the Masters prepared him for Kenzie’s attitude. Though he thought he had a plan to approach her, how he’d handle her, their connection was doing that for him now.

Fuck, it created a curiosity in him he hadn’t expected. Why do you burn for me so nicely?

The question hung in the air like a heat wave. He drew in her cinnamon spicy scent and pushed a finger just inside her warm and wet sex. As she relaxed under his touch, he slid inside her and noted that in this moment, Kenzie was entirely silent.

Where is that smart mouth?

He replaced one finger with two, and her cunt contracted around his fingers, so he placed the handle of the flogger on top of her bottom, letting the feather fall over her puckered hole. Every thrust of his fingers made her body shake, which then teased her anus with the feathers.

Her moans grew louder.

His cock went rock hard.

While Porter did this scene for her in a different manner than she was used to, he wasn’t expecting her to react differently. He assumed she would continue with her insolent behavior. Now he only witnessed a submissive offering herself and appreciating the pleasure he gave her, in the manner he wanted to give it. She was completely lost to sensation and pulled from her mind, with very little effort from him.

That stunned him.