Tamed (Club Sin 5)

Ruthie lowered to her knees.

Every move should be a symphony, Candace told her, a prelude to the gift she was giving her Dom. A thrill sliced through her abdomen, making her pussy clench. She locked her hands behind her back, spread her legs, and sat back on her heels as she lowered her head.

“What the fuck, Ruthie,” he ground out.

“I am yours to do with what you will. But do not deny me, Tobias. Do anything but deny me.”

Her voice reverberated in the room. Even the music complied with the demand in her tone, the song ending as another disk slid home and the strains of “I Want You” by Marvin Gaye began floating through the air.

Tobias stepped back, and her heart stuttered. What if he denied her? What if she took this step and he didn’t take it with her?

Ruthie had long ago decide

d no half-measures. Her blindness prevented many joys, and she would be damned if she’d let anything or anyone steal a moment from her. Now that she recognized what she needed and desired to give him, Tobias would reciprocate or she’d step away and take nothing at all.

He walked around her slowly, his steps a dance of seduction. Ruthie shivered, and he laughed, low and sexy.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, Ruthie. I don’t know that you understand what I want to do to your body, to your soul.” His voice was rough and infinitely deep.

Still he circled her, a taunt. This was about control, dominance. His intent tingled over her skin, brushing her mind and softening her body.

So many things she wanted him to do to her. She could only imagine the places he would take her—the heights she could scale in his arms. He already played her body expertly, but the thought of going even higher through a Dom/sub dynamic? She swallowed hard and then stilled when Tobias trailed a single finger down her throat to the top of her breast.

Candace had introduced Ruthie to floggers, whips, crops, hoods, and clamps. As Ruthie stroked the leather of the flogger, her stomach had somersaulted, and she’d been forced to breathe through her desire. Her friend had laughed knowingly. That’s how she’d finally made her decision—touching the flogger, she’d known it could bring her peace in the hands of the right man.

Tobias was that man. She wanted the thud of his flogger on her back, her thighs, and her breasts. She craved the feel of his hand, or his paddle, on her ass. She needed the sting of nipple clamps, the brush of his ropes. She had to have Tobias deep inside her body, taking her apart and putting her back together. She wanted to fly. Ruthie desired all the things she couldn’t see but needed with a bone-shredding intensity. This was the beginning.

He squatted in front of her, his woodsy scent soothing her even as his heat enticed. “Do you know what I want, Ruthie?”

Her mind quieted. It was eerie how everything inside of her responded to his tone. She remained silent.

He grabbed her chin and lifted her face. “I asked you a question.”

“Y-you didn’t give me permission to speak,” she stammered.

“I never told you that you couldn’t,” he said softly. “You have to know the rules he plays by, Ruthie, before you present yourself to a Dom.”

“Not just any Dom…you,” she responded heatedly.

He stood then and cursed. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me, Ruthie.”

She quelled her fears and doubts, silencing them with a sharp command. She needed Tobias. It was that simple. “I know what I’m asking for, Tobias. I’m asking for you—all the pieces you’ve kept from me. All the things you’ve hidden because you think I can’t handle your lusts.”

He sighed. Capitulation? It was a rarity, but she mourned the loss of her sight at that moment—she’d give nearly everything she owned to stare into his eyes right then.

“Ruthie, you’re precious to me,” he began and then stopped.

The fear returned, vicious and cutting, doing its best to erode her confidence. “I want everything or nothing at all.”

Even though she whispered, her declaration was loud, and she heard the indrawn hiss of his breath. “Ruthie. I can’t do this right now.”

“Can’t what? Take what you want, what you need from me? I’m here, Tobias. I know what you expect, and I need to take this step with you.”

He stood behind her, and his big hand wrapped in her hair. He tugged and her head fell back. His other hand covered her jaw as he shifted to a knee, his mouth covering hers, tongue diving deep.

It was hard, wet, and so damn sexy Ruthie moaned into his mouth. He bit her lip, then soothed the sting with his tongue. He pulled harder on her hair, and she relaxed, allowing it, indeed, reveling in it. His kiss became firmer, his touch on her jaw more demanding as he held her mouth open for his wet caress.

“Goddamn it, you’re beautiful,” he said in a gravelly voice as he raised his head.