Delicate Surrender (Club Temptation)

Her body accepts me, her hands are still bound, and I grip the knotted material, tugging her back, earning me more pained whimpers, yet pleasure-filled mumbles of, “Yes, Sir.”

The walls of her pussy pulse around my shaft, and I know she’s close, but I’m going to edge her some. Slowing my pace, I grip her hips and pull out and slip back in so slowly. It’s torturous, not only for her but for me too.

“Please, Sir, please, may I come?”

“No.” One word denies her the release, and I move even slower until she’s bucking her hips backwards, which earns her another swat—this time with my hand—on her ass. Clover yelps, and that’s when I start speeding up. My hips slam into her ass, and I slap the cheek again, making the flesh darker than it was before. My cock throbs, my balls draw up, and I feel the electricity shooting through me.

Leaning forward, I snake my hand between Clover’s thighs, and I circle her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until I can feel her nails digging into my abdomen and I realize she’s on the precipice with me.

“Come for me, little one, I want it all,” I tell her, commanding her pleasure, craving her orgasm as mine.

Her body locks beneath me, shaking and shuddering, and her cunt tightens like a vise around the length of my erection. In seconds, I’m emptying myself inside her, burying myself deeper still, hoping to fill her womb with my seed.

Our bodies are sweaty. Our breaths are short and quick.

“That was…” Clover moans as I soften and slip out of her. The sight of my seed dripping down her thighs is enough to have me ready for a second fuck tonight, but I help her up instead and massage her wrists.

“You are incredible,” I tell her, pulling her into my lap until she’s curled up happily in my arms. “Don’t ever leave me.” The words slip out before I have time to think about them. But then I realize, I meant it, I never want her to leave.

“I couldn’t leave you, Sir, I’m all yours.”

I’m all yours.

Those three words seep into my chest, into the barren part of me, and they solidify themselves in my heart. I should tell her now, confess my feelings, but when I hear the deep breaths, I realize I missed my chance. She’s asleep.

“I love you, Clover.”

It’s a whisper.

I know she didn’t hear it.

But deep down, I pray to the Heavens that she did.

Chapter 15

Clover

One week later

“Open your eyes,” Gideon whispers in my ear, and when I do, I notice we’re in a dark room that only has a handful of lights around it. The walls are deep blue, with black leather on the chairs, and a bench that looks like a torture device. There are chains, whips, and cuffs hanging from the walls.

A large bed sits on the opposite side to where we’ve entered, and above the bed are more chains hanging from the ceiling. This is the first time I’ve been in this room. Gideon told me he had a surprise, and even though I wasn’t sure what to expect, this was not it.

“What… What is this?”

“It’s a room I had made when I got into the lifestyle.”

A playroom. God, it’s beautiful. Everything is immaculate and my feet have a life of their own as I make my way toward the one wall of glass shelves that house butt plugs of every size, as well as some interesting looking nipple clamps that I’ve only ever seen online.

“These are incredible,” I whisper, more to myself than to him, but I hear him moving behind me. I turn to glance at Gideon, who’s standing at the foot end of the bed and watching me. He seems amused at my awe, but I can’t help it.

“Do you like it?” He arches a brow in question, and I nod. “Good. I want you to remove all your clothes and set the items on the chair,” he tells me, gesturing to the chair that’s sitting in the corner of the room, overlooking the bed.

He watches me undress. I can feel his gaze on me as if it were his hands stroking my skin. Goose bumps erupt on every inch of my flesh. The moment I’m naked, a shiver creeps through me, and I find my stomach in knots for the first time in a long while.

Even though I’ve been in a few scenes before, this will be my acceptance of being his. Only his. When I earn my collar. Stepping up to him, I look up and smile, awaiting my next order.

“Do you know the safe words you can use if you need to?” he questions.

Nodding, I tell him, “Yes, red to stop, yellow to slow down.” He seems happy with this because he nods and turns away from me. Gideon stalks to the cabinet, pulling it open and taking a few things out. I can’t see what just yet, but I’m sure I will soon enough.