More than a Dare (Masters Club 4)

She startled at the puff of breath on her skin. When his tongue darted along the cleft of her ass and flicked over the puckered opening, she couldn’t help it. She gave a small yelp and tried to pull away.

“Stay still,” he said, his voice calm but insistent, his grip tightening. “I didn’t give you permission to move. Right now, this body belongs to me. You gave it to me with your submission. The only way we stop now is if you invoke your safeword. I get it you’re nervous, but you’re also brave and determined. You can do this. All you have to do is let go of your inhibitions and obey.”

Brave and determined. Yes. She could do this. She was Dahlia Simon, and she could do anything she set her mind to.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, heart pounding.

“That’s better,” he said, the approval in his tone warming her.

His tongue lingered between her ass cheeks. No one else had ever done that to her, nor would she have let them if they’d tried. The sensation was foreign but not, she had to admit, unpleasant. She couldn’t deny how good it felt.

Eventually, she forgot her embarrassment, so caught up in what he was doing. When he rimmed her asshole, she gasped, at once shocked and thrilled at the myriad sensations running through her.

As he tongued her, he brought one hand around her body and cupped her cunt. He rubbed her clit with his palm as he slipped a finger inside her. She moaned, consumed by lust, her breath a pant.

“You’re not allowed to come,” he said. “Not yet.”

His command had the perhaps intended result of making her suddenly, desperately want to climax. Her entire body trembled with the effort to control herself as he continued to stroke and tease her cunt. Just when she was about to lose the battle, her impending orgasm just a breath away from overtaking her, Hayden dropped his hand from her throbbing sex and pulled away from her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her so she was facing him again.

Cupping her head gently in his hands, he kissed her mouth. Her lips parted, her tongue feverishly seeking his. He gathered her close, his huge erection hard against her body as they kissed. She loved his taste, his scent, his beautiful body, his absolute mastery over her.

“Fuck me,” she gasped between kisses, not caring how unsubmissive or desperate she sounded. “Please, Sir. Please, please, please, fuck me.”

Without answering, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Dropping her to the mattress, he fell upon her. As he stretched his hard, perfect body over hers, he reached for her wrists. Lifting her arms over her head, he pressed them into the mattress. She was his captive, completely at his mercy, and it was beyond thrilling.

“I want you, Dahlia,” he growled in a low, sexy voice as his large cock pressed between her thighs. “And I mean to have you.”

Chapter 5

Hayden let go of Dahlia’s wrists and straddled her hips, his erect cock jutting between them. Leaning over, he reached for the coil of rope he’d placed on the lower shelf of his nightstand in anticipation of her arrival that evening.

When he’d put her through her paces in order to determine her suitability to attend the Masters Club holiday party, she’d confessed to a very powerful erotic fantasy that he planned to bring to life tonight.

“Keep your arms extended over your head, wrists touching.”

Dahlia’s eyes widened as she stared at the rope in his hand. “Oh,” she said on a huff of air, as if the word had escaped without her permission. But, after a moment, she obeyed.

Hayden looped the rope around both wrists and pulled it taut. He’d attached a sturdy O-ring to the other end, which he clipped to the chain secured to the headboard.

She looked so hot with her arms extended and bound, her naked body his for the taking. His cock throbbed with anticipation.

He reached again toward the nightstand shelf, this time grabbing the small switchblade. With his free hand, he covered her mouth and nose, momentarily cutting off her ability to breathe.

The fear in her eyes was real as he snicked open the blade. At the same time, her engorged nipples begged to be suckled and bitten. In spite of her fear, or perhaps partially because of it, desire shimmered around her like a halo. Her dual reaction hit him like a drug, heightening his dominant lust.

“Don’t move,” he warned, hand still covering her nose and mouth. He moved the knife closer, touching its sharp point to the soft spot just below her jaw.

She mewled with terror, the sound like a warm, wet mouth on his cock.

When he removed his hand from her face, she drew in a heaving breath. He tweaked one of her nipples and rolled it between his fingers. “Your nipples are hard, you dirty little slut,” he said, parroting the words from her fantasy.