Branded (The Club)

“You’re a good boy, Blackjack. Let’s keep this our little secret, okay?” I scurried back into the house washing my hands off just in time.

“Langley?” Sloan’s voice carried through the front of the house to the back in the kitchen where I was. Guilt filled me for being outside with the horse, and I bit my lip wondering if he was also a soothsayer.

“Back here…” I gulped, remembering another rule and added the last bit on the end. “Sir.”

His booted steps echoed on the tile, and each step brought him closer to me and my thudding heart.

“There are you are.” I turned from the counter at his voice, my back leaning into the hard marble of the countertop. The coolness of it gave relief to my heated skin.

“I was preparing dinner.” I didn’t know how formal to be yet and my nerves got the better of me each time.

“Were you now?” Sloan stood in front of me. I wondered if he knew, but he said nothing, and I steadied my breathing. His jean clad legs bulged through the denim and he surrounded me my placing his hands on the counter behind me, effectively trapping me.

“Meat and potatoes, well, chicken anyway.” I was close to stuttering and instead shut my eyes when I felt the pad of his fingertips graze up the back of my legs to my ass. It was a barely-there touch that heightened the sensation, and I swallowed back any words I might have said.

Sloan leaned into me, his hot breath on my neck as his mouth trailed up to my ear speaking softly. “There’s a bathing suit on the bed and sandals. Put them on and meet me on the back porch.”

“Right now? But the chicken?”

“The chicken can wait, Langley. I can’t.” Gasping for air, I run for the bedroom. Sloan slammed the door shut, letting it bounce back open. I didn’t know how much time I had, so I hurried and found the peach colored bikini on the bed. Sandals, gold ones were on the floor next to it. The suit had tags on it, and I wondered if he purchased it online and had it delivered. I guessed it didn’t matter. I pulled up the dress and dropped in on the floor. I would worry about picking it up later. After changing quickly and slipping the gold thong sandals on my feet, I rushed back downstairs and out the door, looking side to side for Sloan.

“Down here, pretty girl.” I followed his voice down the steps and around the house to a little shed built off the barn. He was holding a door open and I entered behind him. The air felt humid and smelled tangy, chlorine if I had to guess, and I wondered how I missed this here the whole time. Sloan flipped a switch, answering my question as a hot tub roared to life. White Christmas lights hung on the walls giving it a romantic feel. I would have sworn a thousand summer fire flies where glowing, but it was just those lights.

“Swimming before dinner?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

“A lesson,” he said as he proceeded to unbutton his jeans and pull them down his unbooted legs.

Oh—a lesson would be nice. He called our encounters lessons, and I supposed if he was teaching me to be submissive calling them that made sense.

He helped me up the small set of stairs. Before I stepped into the warm water that pulsed around me he slipped off my sandals. Sloan pushed me forward so he could get in and sit behind me.

“This feels good,” I murmured expecting him to agree. One arm snaked around my center pulling me back to his hard chest.

“Put your arms up, behind you, around my neck.” He gave directions like a drill sergeant and the position left me open, my chest vulnerable and my nipples puckered. “Good girl.” I let me fingers rub his hair, holding on when his hands traveled downward over my breasts, squeezing them.

I moaned, turning my head to my right and into his shoulder.

“This is in my way.” I felt the strings at the top of my bikini slip down into the water, my breasts heavy with need for him bounced down teased by the lapping water.

“Sloan,” I said forgetting yet another rule.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Sir.” I couldn’t see his face, but I felt his cheeks turn up into a smile as his fingertips rolled the hard buds of my nipples. He twisted and pinched them, eliciting a sharp cry within me but also an ache down below.

He kept his hand pumping my left breast mercilessly while his other hand made its way down to the edges of my hip bone. Moaning, my mouth turned up into an O shape and deft fingers slipped under the spandex material teasing the hood of my clit. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.

“That’s it, don’t come yet.” A blunt tip of his thick finger circled my hole before experimentally pressing inside me.

“Sir…” I whimpered, unable to move and yet wanting to grind myself up into him. I settled for pushing back against his cock that was now digging into my back.

“So wet, your juice mixing with the water. I have to be careful your thirsty cunt doesn’t dry out on me.” His finger pressed deeper, popping between my walls and pressing down on soft tissues, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves behind my pubic bone.

“P-please,” I begged.

“The lesson I’m teaching you is to enjoy the moment for what it is Langley. Tonight, I’m going to fuck every hole in your body.” Shudders racked my body as his finger pulled out of me tracing the soft and now slippery skin. I couldn’t imagine anything better in that moment, but Sloan began to work me over, thrusting first one then two fingers when I properly

stretched around his digits.