Tamed (Club Sin 5)

That position she wouldn’t have favored. Playing with Club Sin’s owner would mean she’d have to be on her absolute best behavior or chance the situation where she would get kicked out of Club Sin. Not anything she wanted. It could be viewed as disrespectful toward a Dom when he couldn’t control a submissive. She didn’t want to disrespect Master Dmitri in his club.

Porter spoke, and his voice was very controlled: “I know this isn’t typical, but would you ask Master Sawyer to scene with a submissive tonight who enjoys high levels of pain?”

A pause. Then Master Dmitri replied, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Would you like him to scene now?”

“Yes, thank you.” Porter’s voice went gruff. “Kitten, stand up.”

She quickly rose and discovered his features weren’t at all what she’d expected. He didn’t seem annoyed, which made her plan crash and burn. He also didn’t seem amused like she’d seen last night. Not being able to read him rubbed her all wrong. She had no idea how to play a man whose expression showed nothing and who didn’t react to her like everyone else did.

Whatever crossed her face caused Porter to frown. “Go stand in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. Remove your clothing. Present yourself to me.”

His curt tone stiffened her muscles. I need to be centered… “Sir—”

He dismissed her with a flick of his hand as if she hadn’t talked at all, something he proved to have mastered last night. “Go.”

—

Porter crossed his arms as Kenzie strode toward the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner of the dungeon with her shoulders hung. Not the way she entered Club Sin. He sighed, running a hand over his eyes. She is going to be the death of me. He now completely understood why Doms got frustrated with her. He was nearly there himself.

“She looked relaxed,” Dmitri stated.

Porter nodded. “Of course she did. She gave herself the orgasm that I refused her last night and planned to give her tonight.”

“You knew this would be difficult, my friend.” Dmitri’s expression became pained as he placed a hand on Porter’s shoulder. “I know she’s pushing on you, but look…” He turned to the crowd and Porter did the same, noting how many Doms and submissives were watching their interaction. “They are paying attention to your mastery of her, which is exactly what we want so you can gain their trust in believing that you deserve to be a Club Sin Master.” Porter’s attention returned to Dmitri as he added, “Besides, you also saw what I saw when she stood, right?”

How could Porter have missed it? Kenzie didn’t look at Dmitri as Porter would have expected, considering Club Sin’s owner was there discussing her; she stared right at him. To Porter, she seemed like a submissive fighting to gain something, but going about it in the wrong way. Her actions and her expressions never matched. Ever. “Yes, I saw.”

“Good,” Dmitri said with a firm nod, then strode toward Sawyer across the dungeon.

Porter zeroed in on Kenzie as she removed her clothing, folding the items and placing them on the table beside her. He wondered what she thought of when she climaxed. He also considered why she’d done it in first place. Was it only to disrespect him? Or was her intent to simply piss him off?

The woman made no sense.

Intent to find out the true reason, he approached her as she knelt on the hardwood floor. He leaned against the post behind her, observing her. She was so submissive now, patient and waiting for his next order. Perhaps that is what bothered him the most; he didn’t like the act she put on. He liked this woman, and he wanted others to marvel over her beauty. Irritation trickled through his veins that she hid this spectacular side of herself. He moved to her front. “Kenzie. Eyes on me.”

She raised her head and her guarded eyes scrutinized him carefully, only confusing him more. He shook his head and said, “When you masturbated, who were you thinking of?”

Her lips pressed into a firm line.

“Me, then?” His mood instantly lightened. “Well, now, that I don’t mind.” He moved closer and recognized the slight trembling of her body. Obviously a little unsure of the situation, perfect. “Seeing that you outright defied my order tonight, tell me, do you want me to end our agreement?”

Her posture weakened, the little signs of disappointment. “I…” Then her chin lifted, eyes sharpened within a single breath. “Yes, I want that. This isn’t working well between us. I’m not getting what I need from you.”

“Good, I’m glad you think so.” He caught that high chin, angling it down to where it should be. “That choice, brat, isn’t yours to make. We made an arrangement, one you agreed to. My word, kitten, is final and will never waver.” He noticed the slight curve of her mouth before it vanished. Happiness in his refusal to release her or that he was building trust? he wondered. “Do you know what I would typically do to a sub who defied me like you have?”

“No.”

“Swat your ass until it is red and hot to remind you to never disobey me again.” He leaned in, lowering his face, reading the desire in her burning eyes. “But that would please you, wouldn’t it, kitten?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You haven’t earned my markings.” He squeezed her chin, gazing into such a pretty face. “You definitely don’t deserve them.” He dropped his hand. “Stand.”

Once she obliged him, he moved in behind her, noticing Sawyer already binding one of the single submissives of Club Sin to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Kenzie’s body heat wrapped around him as he closed in on her back. Personal. Intimate. His plan with her would not be wavered, no matter that she did her best to push him away.

Tonight, she would learn his plans would not be changed, and she’d learn it well.

Perhaps Kenzie never believed the word of her Doms, but he had three more weeks to prove to her that what he said, he meant. That nothing she could do would push him away. More than anything, that Kenzie deserved the intense attention. To have a Dom not get annoyed and walk away from her, as every Dom in Club Sin had done. But to deeply understand her and fight for her submission.