Bared (Club Sin 2)

Chapter Twenty-three

On her knees, Cora bowed her head for what seemed like hours. All she wanted was to fade away. This wasn’t her. She’d never been a woman who needed a man to be happy, nor had she depended on his embrace to fix her. Now those needs overwhelmed her, all because the man she craved had left the dungeon.

With a sigh, she cursed her reality, trying to find her way out of this hell. Until now, she hadn’t realized the importance of her submission to Master Aidan. Without him, nothing made sense. She didn’t know what to do or what to say.

She kept her hands splayed on her thighs and her body felt cold. At the sound of a slap against flesh, she lifted her head. Presley was bound to the spanking bench at her ankles, calves, arms, and wrists. Her ass showed the markings of a good use of the paddle, and Cora had counted at least ten wicked swats.

Cora doubted Presley had enjoyed them and figured she’d be a little bit teary-eyed. She had been there before and didn’t doubt the pain would fuel Presley’s orgasm, sending her into a mind-blowing release.

Master Dmitri shoved down his pants to his knees and growled, “Since you see me as a big, bad Dom, I suppose I’ll act as one.” Then he fucked Presley with brutal, unforgiving thrusts. P

resley, never a shy one with her voice, screamed sounds of pure satisfaction.

So very unlike him to be savage.

Big, bad Dom indeed.

It usually aroused Cora to watch others engage in erotic adventures. The exchange between a Dom and a submissive was beautiful—a dance of trust between two people looking for something more. Tonight, not even an inkling of heat stirred.

Cora chewed her inner lip and all she saw was the action. She dragged her palms over her legs and pitied Presley’s punishment. She hadn’t seen anything beautiful in their exchange. It seemed like Cora was watching a video she wished she could mute.

Fingers stroked her hair, and she glanced up to find Porter talking to Club Sin Master, Sawyer. She hadn’t heard a single word pass between them. But Porter kept her by his side, often stroking her hair.

Staying next to him gave her the sense of peace her battered soul demanded. She was at least doing something and obliging an order. That was better than doing nothing. And it also kept other Doms away while she pulled herself together.

As each minute dragged out, Cora breathed easier. Her tight muscles relaxed, her chest lightened, and her thoughts quieted. The ache in her heart didn’t go away, but it was manageable. Many more minutes went by before a finger tucked under her chin, commanding her gaze.

Porter regarded her before a sweet smile reached his face. “Ah, that’s a better look on you.”

The music around her shifted from soft rock to harder rock—a little darker and grittier. “I feel better, sir.”

Porter cocked his head. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard you address me that way.” His eyes softened. “I like it.”

“I’m glad, sir.”

To her, the sir sounded different. With Master Aidan it held powerful emotion, but even Cora sensed little strength in her voice when she addressed Porter. Without the intense connection behind its meaning, it was only a word.

Porter shifted forward on his seat, leaning closer. “Master Dmitri offered me membership.”

“I’m not surprised.” Cora smiled. “I knew he would.”

Porter stared at her intently. “Therefore, since I’m sticking around, we need to discuss what’s going on with you. I tried to stay out of this, Cora, but I can’t allow that anymore. You were my submissive. I trained you.” His gaze hardened. “Yes, you received further training in Club Sin, but I don’t like what I see.”

Her heart raced, and she attempted to lower her head. “I—”

Porter’s fingers tightened on her chin. “You don’t want to be touched by another Dom?”

Uncontrollable flushes of heat washed over her, and she shook her head. “I know I’ll have to eventually address that.” Yes, she’d have to find the strength to stop waiting for Aidan and to move on. But there was no way in hell she could do that now. “I’m not ready to go there—not even remotely close.”

The light from the sconce highlighted the side of Porter’s face, showing off the stubble along his cheek. “Believe me, I get why you feel that way. However, I’m not talking about a sexual exchange. Right now I’m waiting on my clear test results that Dmitri requires to join the dungeon, so I cannot take you into a scene, anyway.” His eyebrows drew together, gaze hardened. “That said, let me take care of you. We can keep doing this—you being here with me.”

Cora stared at him, loving Porter for this reason. It was exactly why they’d remained close. He was an honorable man. He loved her enough that playing with others wasn’t his top priority.

He wanted to help her.

Pushing up on her knees, she cupped Porter’s face. “I don’t know what I did to deserve such a good friend as you, but I’m a lucky girl.”

Porter grinned. “I am the best, of course.”