Bared (Club Sin 2)

That was attractive.

Even if their D/s relationship wasn’t committed, they weren’t dating and only played together in Club Sin, the chemistry between them in a scene was palpable—almost electric. Cora came alive under his touch.

He loved touching her.

She exuded an inner light that always made him smile. From her sassy personality to her quick wit and confidence, he had never met a woman quite like her. He doubted he ever would—Cora was simply one of a kind.

He inhaled her sweet, spicy scent of cinnamon and his pulse increased at the intoxicating aroma that belonged only to her. Anticipating what was yet to come, he admired the leather bindings and the wax he had dripped on her beautiful belly. At the power of her submission, he was captivated under her splendor.

This he loved.

The act of stealing her choices didn’t arouse him. That wasn’t what domination was about. It was the slow, sensual dance between a Dom and his submissive that melted his bones. Vanilla sex didn’t turn him off, and, in fact, he loved mixing both worlds. But in the dungeon, he controlled her choices and the direction of their play, and that fed the powerful part of his soul that craved control.

He trailed his fingers up her arm and she trembled. As one of the five Masters who governed Club Sin, he had a responsibility to her. She came to the dungeon to submit to a Dom’s will, giving up all her choices in regards to sexual play, and he was there to guide her. Though, with Cora, his thoughts weren’t only on duty.

She understood his preferences more than any other submissive in Club Sin, primarily because he had trained her. She was … special. The club had firm rules that were nonnegotiable: No fire play. No catheters or enemas. No breath play. No urination or defecation. No knives, needles, piercing, cutting, or blood. These rules were defined in the moral code of all Club Sin Masters.

Cora had only a few hard limits other than Club Sin rules: No permanent marks on the skin, no face slapping, and no fisting. Those sexual practices were off-limits for any Dom playing with Cora. Aidan agreed, as they never interested him, either. In that aspect, he and Cora had similar feelings on limits to push and ones to stay away from. Maybe that’s why he loved playing with her so much, she seemed almost designed for him.

All Club Sin submissives set out limits when they first joined, and those limits could—and often did—change throughout the years. Though hard limits were final and were never ignored.

Cora also had a few softer limits, things that made her nervous, but curious, too—wearing a gag and erotic electrostimulation. He’d done both with her, at times when he pushed the scene to its highest intensity. Cora didn’t get off on things that were on her soft limits list, but they could fuel a powerful scene.

Though she didn’t belong to him and could play with others if she wanted to, she hadn’t been and now has branded herself on his soul. Even though they weren’t in a committed relationship and could be considered friends with benefits in Club Sin, what they had was special.

From the bond forged through her training, a friendship developed based on respect. He couldn’t find a single flaw in her as he approached the stone wall behind the St. Andrew’s Cross that had been flipped horizontally into a table for her to rest upon.

With a flick of his wrist he turned off the spotlight and switched on the black light. Hushed murmurs from the crowd cut through the silence. Aidan smiled. In the mirror above them, the fluorescent wax glowed.

The view was so stunning it even caught his breath. Heat flooded through him, pooling heaviness into his groin. Cora bound for his pleasure and coated in wax excited him. His heartbeat quickened at her parted lips, as she drew in deep, harsh breaths.

There, bound in his leather, spread wide for all to see, she was gorgeous. Anxiously, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. His hard cock pressing against his zipper ached to be inside her. The soft music playing throughout the club with a woman singing in a high-pitched, mesmerizing voice gave him balance. Feeling calmer, his movements became more languid as he tossed his shir

t onto the floor and unzipped his jeans.

Once he lowered his boxer briefs below his bottom, he reached for his hard cock. Thick veins stood out along his shaft, and his dick was so engorged it throbbed. His gaze cut to Cora, and his senses heightened. Every move she made and every soft sigh she gave, warranted his entire focus.

A heady burn rushed through his veins. He craved her; she was his addiction, his drug of choice. The sweet taste of her honey lingered on his tongue, and his cock jerked in his hand. He inhaled her spicy scent as he positioned himself beside her head. His chest clenched as she patiently waited for him. Her long, dark hair rested over the metal and her creamy skin was glistening with sweat.

Stunning.

In a desperate need to touch her—to be closer to her—he brushed his fingers across the side of her soft cheek. “Keep your eyes closed. Turn your head. Open your mouth.”

Her sassy grin forced a low grunt from his throat. His gaze zeroed in on her pouty lips as she opened her mouth wide. As he shifted his hips forward and slipped his raging hard-on against her wet tongue, he groaned.

Wet. Warm. Fucking perfect.

He moved in deeper until the tip of his cock touched her throat. She relaxed her jaw, and his head fell back as he reveled in the mind-blowing sensations. He bowed his head forward, sliding back out as she dragged her tongue over the slit before sucking him back in even deeper.

A blast of pleasure washed over him. His nerve endings tingled and a slow heat descended through him. He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, and his breath quickened. With short and fast thrusts he took what he craved. She tightened her lips and his eyes fluttered closed. Each thrust clenched his jaw. Every slide of her tongue brought him higher into unleashed pleasure.

An intense burn swept across him and his balls ached. Only Cora brought him to climax fast enough to hurt his pride. Her touch satisfied a yearning inside. She cared about his pleasure and touched him with raw emotion. She could—and often did—make his control over his orgasms vanish.

Not now.

He gave a deep groan, yanked his penis from between her lips. Desperate to experience more of her, he lowered his head and with tense muscles he cupped her cheek. He sealed his mouth over hers and passionately branded her with his dominance. Her kisses weakened his knees. She held no restraint and no hesitation to follow his lead.

Complete and total surrender of her soul.