Delicate Surrender (Club Temptation)

“Sometimes it’s difficult to believe something that nobody has ever told you,” she confesses, and the pain in her voice causes me to sit upright, squaring my shoulders, ready to fight for her.

My voice is raspy when I ask, “What do you mean?”

“My life hasn’t been the easiest. My family…” her words trail into silence. All I can think about it is making sure my girl is smiling again.

My girl.

Those words come easily to me, which scares the shit out of me. It’s only been a couple of days, and I’m already claiming her. Oli told me to take a chance. What could it hurt? A lot. It could hurt a whole fucking lot.

“I’m going to show you how special you are.”

A soft giggle tumbles from her pouty lips. “By spanking me?” she quips with a playful smile. I’m already hard, but each word out of her mouth is like fuel to my already raging libido.

“Yes. And so much more,” I tell her. “This life isn’t just about spanking, or punishments. It’s about pleasure, about being free, and about allowing someone else to be in charge for a while.”

“I’d like that. I’ve spent the past two years so focused, working hard, night and day to finally have my dream in hand that I haven’t had a moment to sit back and really think about what it is I want other than a singing career.”

“Well, now that you have your album being recorded,” I start, reaching for her hand, “perhaps it’s time for you to think about something more.”

Chapter 11

Clover

“Listen to me, Clover,” Gideon speaks, his words serious, controlled. “You are mine. Until you tell me otherwise. I want this.” His gaze pierces me, right down to my core. “You have a safe word.” His reminder makes me shiver.

“I don’t need it.”

“Good. Get on the bed,” he orders gruffly, his tone turning dark, husky. I obey without question because I’ve been thinking about this, needing this. I lie back, my legs once more splayed for him and my arms up over my head.

My gaze tracks Gideon as he moves across the room. The smooth cuffs he brings over make me shiver. Soon enough, my ankles and wrists are all bound, and I’m at his mercy, which he seems to enjoy from the smirk curling his lips.

He turns away, heading to a wall of implements, and when he returns, he’s holding a sleek, black leather crop, as well as a flogger with thick tongues of leather that I know are going to have me writhing.

He brings the crop down on my thigh, earning himself a yelp of surprise. I count them silently, six licks against my skin before he stops. His gaze burns into mine.

“Is that pretty pussy aching?”

“Yes, Sir,” I respond in a gasped mumble.

A smile brightens his expression, and in the next second, he brings the flogger down on my thighs, moving up to my stomach before alternating between the crop and flogger. Each implement bites into my skin differently, which only intensifies the sensations. He doesn’t stop, but I don’t need to call out my safe word because the more those lashes attack me, the wetter I’m getting.

By the time Gideon drops the implements, I’m dripping. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he moves to the cabinet and when he returns, he’s holding metal clamps.

“Have you ever used these, little one?”

“No, Sir.”

He nods. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Of course, Sir.” My answer is nothing more than a pained whisper, because I need so much more. Stopping is the last thing on my mind when Gideon leans in and sucks one nipple into his mouth, before clamping it. The sensation sends electric jolts through every inch of my body. He mimics the movement on the other hardened bud and clamps the metal teeth against the sensitive flesh, which has me arching upward.

He moves slowly, undressing before me, as I drink in his appearance. Once he’s completely naked, I allow my gaze to rove over his body. Dips and peaks, obliques that look as if they’ve been chiseled from marble greet me.

The confident grin on his face has me blushing. Gideon moves between my splayed legs, his thick, rigid cock ready, weeping with arousal as he grips the shaft and strokes it. The movement makes me shiver with desire. I’ve never seen a man do that. I have to admit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He swats each of my thighs, leaving a bright red handprint before he sheaths himself and seconds later, he’s as my entrance, his body nudging me open. Those eyes lock on mine as he rolls his hips, and I’m gasping when he stretches me to fit him. With every thrust, my breath is knocked from my lungs as Gideon fully seats himself inside me.

I’ve never felt so full. So wanted. And yet, with only a couple of gentle thrusts, he’s making me feel pleasure I could only fantasize about. He pulls out suddenly and drives back in, the thickness and length of him forcing me to mold to every inch.