She’d take back so many things.
When her breath stopped hitching under her sobs, she managed, “I didn’t want this.”
Master Kyler hugged her tight. “I know, sweetie.”
She stared at the stone dungeon wall and clung to him. He didn’t seem to mind her tears dampening his T-shirt. She couldn’t get away from the horror of what Aidan was going through … all alone.
No matter how warm Kyler’s arms were, they weren’t the arms she wanted wrapped around her, and she ached for Aidan. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine,” Kyler said with a low, deadly edge. “No more talking about Aidan tonight. Close your eyes.” He squeezed his arms around her, as if he would never let go. “Think of this moment and that I don’t want to be anywhere else but with you.”
Chapter Twenty-four
Aidan entered Club Sin with one intent: Find Cora.
He spotted her in the center of the dungeon, as if she’d been tonight’s entertainment. Spotlights beamed down on her, making her flesh glitter under the light. He glanced around the dimly lit club, seeing no one else in the dungeon.
Odd, though he didn’t care.
Cora had been bound to an office desk. Her legs were wrapped with crimson-colored ropes, so her thighs pressed against her torso. Then the rope ran down the desk legs and held firm. Her hands rested at each corner of the desk and her wrists were bound in a similar fashion to the front legs of the desk. Her long hair hung off the edge of the desk.
Her beauty stole the air from Aidan’s lungs.
“Waiting for me, luv,” he said, when he reached her.
Her pretty eyes cut to his, so deep in arousal. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you, sir.”
He brushed her cheek, admiring how stunning she looked, restrained and awaiting anything he wanted. His to command, to pleasure. His to play with in the way he wanted. His to fuck. His to love.
A tray rested next to the desk, containing only two nipple clamps and a bottle of lube. He hadn’t known who left it for him, but he took the invitation to enjoy a woman so perfect she left him breathless.
He grabbed the nipple clamps, and then moved to her side. He squeezed her breast, massaging the heavy weight in his hand. Then he leaned over her and circled his tongue around her nipple before he sucked the bud deep into the roof of his mouth.
With her nipple erect, he added the clamp, and Cora groaned as he tightened it, squeezing her nipple for sensation play. With the sparkling diamonds hanging off the clamp, she looked stunning.
In fact, diamonds on Cora looked all too perfect.
Without pause, he added the clamp onto the other breast. She arched, giving a soft moan as he secured it. Her breath grew raspy, her face flushing deep in color.
Tonight he wouldn’t flog her. This wasn’t about her. This was about his wants and desires. His need to play with her as he desired and to satisfy his craving to own her. Tonight she would feel every inch of him.
Normally he’d bring pleasure, then pain. But no, he’d bring pain with both the clamps and his cock. Tonight he’d play different. New expectations. New demands. All on his terms. With that erotic pain, he’d watch her morph that slight pain into pleasure.
He’d ask that of her now.
He wanted—no, demanded—more of her.
Shedding his clothes, he dropped them to the ground. As the warm air in the dungeon and the silence drifted across him, he grabbed the lube off the tray. Then he coated his hard cock in a thin layer of the warm liquid.
The shine glistened off the spotlight above him. His rock-hard cock was greedy to claim her. He kept his gaze transfixed on her as he settled at her bottom, which hung slightly off the edge of the desk.
Her heart-shaped ass drew his focus. She was spread open, all of herself totally exposed to her. Her bottom was his for taking. Her body was his to possess. “Whose ass is this, Cora?” He rested his heavy cock against the puckered knot.
“Yours, sir.”
He pressed the tip of his cock against her straining hole. “My ass to fuck, if I’d like to?”
Her breath became raspy, her pupils enlarged. “Yes, sir.”