Tamed (Club Sin 5)

The silence continued to surround her as she followed Dmitri down to the basement and into Club Sin. Sex, lust, and freedom brushed across her senses as she scanned the dimly lit room. For some reason it all seemed different to her now. Maybe not so dark. Perhaps even a little more sensual and exciting.

As the door shut behind her, Dmitri nodded a goodbye and moved toward Aidan. Words were shared between them, but she didn’t focus on either of those Masters, she hung her coat on the rack, leaving her in a black lace waist-cincher with matching bra and thong and black stockings clipped to a garter belt. She entered Club Sin with a new sense of herself and her chin held high, not out of defiance, but all from the renewed strength in her soul.

The advice from Cora stayed close on her mind and a warm happiness drifted through her. Porter deeply cared for her, she knew that now. She didn’t think she could ever repay what he’d done for her, though she knew she could do her best to try. She could share her heart, her soul, and her submission. A gift no Dom had received before him, and she hoped that would be enough for him to feel her gratitude.

She surveyed the club, and her focus landed on the spanking bench. Coldness washed right through her. Porter stood behind one of the newer submissives with rope in his hands. He squatted, and his mouth moved as he bound the submissive’s ankle to the bench. When Kenzie spotted the new dragon tattoo on his arm, the floor dropped out from under her and sickness roiled through her.

Cora was wrong.

That tattoo was all that mattered.

Tears filled her eyes, making Club Sin blurry around her, and all the hope she had found now crashed and burned in a pit of despair. She remained frozen, staring as Porter’s fingers worked slowly to bind the woman to the bench. Her chest tightened and she couldn’t stand the sight any longer. She forced herself to move and rushed toward the exit.

The moment she reached the door, a stern voice cut through the air. “Kenzie. Stop.”

She recognized Aidan’s voice and did as he asked, even though she desperately wanted to get away from the sight of Porter being with another woman. When she sensed Aidan behi

nd her, she spun around and discovered him smiling at her. “Go to the spanking bench and present yourself to your Master.”

Kenzie shook her head, and then peeked at the spanking bench, seeing that the woman was no longer on it. Confusion clouded her mind as Porter now stood with his arms folded, staring entirely at her. The room vanished around her, and she absentmindedly felt herself moving, unable to refuse the call of her Dom. His hard eyes telling her she had to listen now. Her mind clearing to understand that she had been set up tonight to gauge her reaction. Porter’s smile reflecting that her response was exactly what he’d wanted.

She strode slowly toward him, pulled by an intensity she didn’t dare control. There was no Club Sin any longer. There was only Porter. His powerful yet playful regard pulling her in. The electricity between them, telling her that from this moment on nothing in her life would ever be the same again.

Once she reached him, he offered his hand and she slid hers into his commanding touch. He stayed silent as he guided her to the spanking bench, pressing gently on her back so that she settled over it. And he still stayed perfectly quiet as he removed her thong and bra, leaving her in the corset, garter, and stockings. The only sound she heard was her breathing and the music coming out of the speakers as he bound her wrists to the bench, as well as her ankles. Instant warmth rushed through her, igniting a heavy feeling low in her body.

What was his plan tonight?

What was happening between them now?

Would he claim her as his?

All the questions moistened her sex with heady excitement and rich desire to be possessed pooled within. She felt the final tug of the knot on her ankle before he squatted by her head as she hung over the bench with her bottom higher than any other part of her body.

His low murmer sent a thrill of excitement straight into her core. “Jealousy becomes you, Kitten.”

“Touching another woman doesn’t become you, sir,” she retorted.

He chuckled, then his feet in her line of vision disappeared and soft whispers arose around her. When the whispers stopped, Porter said with a voice layered with happiness, “Well, now, that pleases me.”

When his warm hand pressed against her back, the oddest sense of familiarity rose, and she shivered. She didn’t have to look to know Porter touched her. That touch belonged only to her. His fingers tangled in her hair and he lifted her head, a smile spreading across his face. “Tell me what you did just a few moments ago with Master Dmitri.”

“Changed my hard limits, sir.”

“Why?”

She might’ve blanched away from this question before. Not now. She owed Porter so much, not because he’d changed her—no, all he did was see her until she finally saw herself again. “I want to be in your arms, sir.”

Something so very sweet and pure passed in the air, and his soft features reflected a man who had been given a special gift. “Ah, kitten, I want that, too. I’m pleased that you’re allowing yourself to experience a Dom doing what he does best.” Then all the warmth vanished, replaced by a firm expression. “Believe me, tonight you’ll need a little extra aftercare in the safety of my arms.” He released her hair, and then the sense they were no longer alone washed over her. She tilted her head to the side, and she noticed one thing.

Only Doms stood around their scene, and as she regarded each one, she realized they were all Doms she had played with. From Sawyer to Miles to every other Dom in training that belonged to Club Sin.

“Umm…” she managed.

Porter stroked her bottom. “What do you need to say to them, kitten?”

She studied the Doms frowning at her. The room suddenly got very small, though all the same she caught on to Porter’s plan. The point he wanted to make was obvious, and she felt almost foolish that she hadn’t anticipated this scene. She could safe-word out to avoid a situation she knew wouldn’t be exactly pleasing, but she realized she didn’t want to. She needed to make amends. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What was that?” Porter asked in a loud, strong voice.