Bared (Club Sin 2)

“It’s not about you.” She twirled her hair in her finger. “It’s got nothing to do with nothing. Please hear me,” she said through gritted teeth, “there is no problem. I am perfectly happy and ready to have Master Aidan rock my world.”

Porter shook his head in mirth, grinning at her. “Fair enough.” Then his expression tightened. “Let me ask this: Have your thoughts on our relationship changed?”

She sighed with exaggeration. “No, it’s all peachy.” At the narrowing of his eyes, she added, to put a dead stop to the conversation, “Only happy memories fill me when I think of our time together. But whatever I feel is mine to feel. I don’t need—or want—you or Aidan to worry about a problem that doesn’t exist.” She inhaled a sharp breath and smacked her hands against her thighs. “I. Don’t. Need. Fixing.”

Aidan needs fixing!

Porter gave her a long look before his chin lifted. “All right, Cora, I hear you. That’s all I needed to hear.”

Cora’s muscles relaxed with her long exhale. One Dom finally seeing sense was good. Yes, she hid her feelings about Aidan, but she was okay with that. It was not a problem.

Porter lifted his feet onto the coffee table, spreading his arms out over the back of the couch. “When do you plan to tell Aidan that you’re in love with him?”

Cora’s mouth dropped open.

Porter chuckled. “I suspected when Aidan told me earlier what was going on.” He tapped her mouth shut. “One look at you and I see it written all over your face.”

She gulped. “I …”

“Cora.”

The breath she held left her in a rush. She turned to Master Aidan, who loomed over her. He didn’t appear shocked, indicating that he hadn’t heard what Porter had said. Though she was relieved, his heated gaze stormed like fire across her flesh.

In one second, the reason her relationship had ended with Porter appeared. He’d never stirred desire with simple words or one commanding look. She loved her friends, but this—her connection to Master Aidan—held no beginning and no end.

Aidan’s shadowy eyes blazed, alert and focused. “You’re with me now.”

Now that she had tasted passion with every sense of the word, there was no turning back. “Yes, sir.”

Chapter Ten

Perfection awaited Aidan at the wooden pole stationed a few feet from the spanking bench. A pole that was, in fact, a support beam that Dmitri hadn’t wasted. Instead, he’d boxed in the metal pole with thick cherrywood, turning what could be a design flaw into a perfect BDSM station.

The spotlight above gently cast over Cora’s naked flesh as her back was to him, exactly as he instructed. Aidan’s heart rate slowed and heaviness pooled in his groin. The noise muted and his focus centered on Cora. His breaths became shallow, and pain formed in his jaw from the constant clench.

He’d swallowed his pride to help her. His manhood had been tested to extremes he’d never endured. Though Porter might hold a close relationship with her, Aidan was her Dom. Tonight he’d ensure neither of them forgot that Cora no longer belonged to Porter.

Aidan wasn’t above jealousy, and his desire to show his dominance to prove Porter no longer held Cora’s submission was a need that he couldn’t refuse. She awakened under his touch and soared under pleasure. They shared a connection she’d never experienced with Porter, if the breakup had anything to say about it.

His thoughts weren’t centered on what Cora and Porter had talked about; he only hoped they had talked and she’d shared something with Porter. While Aidan accepted that she couldn’t talk to him, it didn’t mean he’d allow Porter not to see that Cora awakened beautifully under his touch.

Now, in this moment, she belonged to him.

With the warm air brushing across his overheated flesh, he moved precisely through the dungeon with a lengthy stride; each step bringing him closer to stake his claim. His to control. His to give pleasure. His to demand pleasure.

All his.

He reached Cora at the pole, and leisurely scanned over her exquisite frame. His mouth moistened under the desire to lick up the line of her spine, and his fingers twitched to slide over her smooth flesh. As his gaze traveled lower, he grinned at her tight buttock muscles, a telling sign she knew he had arrived.

“Yeah, luv, I feel you, too,” he murmured.

He took the final step to close in, and as he traced his fingers down her spine, she startled. A soft moan spilled from her lips as her body softened. She moved with each caresses of his fingers, slowly following his touch. As if he was attached and she had no other choice.

That’s right, beautiful, you are mine now.

His fingers reached the top of her buttocks above the two dimples, and he slapped the round flesh of her ass. She gasped, and with a loud crack, he smacked the other cheek. Cora shivered.

“Proper position,” he said.