Claimed (Club Sin 1)

Master Sawyer glanced up with a furrowed brow, but the tension in his expression fled and he smiled, lightening his stern hazel eyes. He ran a hand over his blond buzz cut, sending droplets of moisture spraying off. “Remind me again why I agreed to top Kenzie?”

“Because she offered herself to you.” Master Dmitri chuckled as if he knew some secret Presley didn’t. He stopped next to the couch and tucked Presley to his side, making her feel comfortable in a situation that should have made her outright uncomfortable.

She looked up, spotting Master Dmitri’s amused eyes as he stared at Master Sawyer. She gazed over his square jaw and the thick veins on his neck. Her study then traveled to the opening of his black dress shirt, and she wondered what his chest looked like bare. Did he have the six-pack she imagined?

Right now she had it in mind to pinch herself. Had this handsome, powerful man honestly asked if he could train her? The idea seemed absurd. Shouldn’t she be the one drooling over him and asking if he’d train her?

A sudden heat washed over her, and she blinked, realizing that she’d been ogling him, since she discovered Master Dmitri’s amused eyes now trained on her. He gave her that devilish half-smile before he asked Master Sawyer, “Where is Kenzie now?”

Master Sawyer gestured to his right. “She got mouthy. I figured if she likes her mouth so much, we might as well put it to good use.”

Presley followed his direction, and the blood drained out of her body.

A slender strawberry-blond woman knelt on the floor, nude. Her legs, wrapped in crimson-colored rope, were bound to steel rings on the floor. Her arms were stretched wide, as the leather cuffs on her wrists were attached to chains on the wall behind her.

Master Kyler stood in front of her, his dark jeans down at his ankles while he held on to her head with both hands and thrust his large erection into her mouth. His movements weren’t careful and kind; they were rough and harsh.

Tearing herself away, Presley turned to Master Dmitri mainly to stop looking at that, and the side of his mouth curved. “I see how that upsets you, but let me explain. Kenzie’s a very difficult sub who likes to poke at her Dom, so he punishes her. She gets off on public displays of sex and also being manhandled.”

Presley examined Kenzie again, instantly cringing. While she didn’t mind the thought of providing oral sex, the humiliating manner it was being done didn’t interest her. “That’s not for me.”

“Yes, I agree,” Master Dmitri said in his tender voice, drawing her attention to him. “Which means humiliation is a hard limit for you.”

She had the urge to wipe her forehead and exhale a big phew but refrained to save herself the embarrassment. One thing was true—she saw the importance of outlining her limits, and it put Master Dmitri in a good light that he gave her the time to realize this. The solid edge to him, where he showed that her well-being mattered to him, was something she could easily trust.

Master Kyler settled in beside Master Dmitri. “Your sub is ready for you.” He zipped up his pants and winked at Presley. “She’s got quite the mouth on her, even when my cock’s shoved down her throat.”

Presley’s mouth nearly dropped open again, but she clamped her lips shut, forcing herself to look brave. Talking so openly about sex acts, cocks, and the rest of it would take some time to get used to, considering she couldn’t even say sex without blushing.

Master Sawyer finished off his energy drink as he stood, then he threw the can in the recycling bin beside the couch. “That sub is going to be the death of me, but—” His gaze darkened. “I’ll be damned sure she has a red ass before I’m buried.”

Master Dmitri chuckled, his body rumbling against Presley, and she looked up at him as he nodded. The amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes made her realize how happy he was in the dungeon. In his office, he seemed serious, but in this space, he seemed playful and content.

A sudden loud slap broke her train of thought, and a scream followed, echoing off the walls in the dungeon. What worried Presley more than that piercing sound was how it made her body come alive and warm in all the perfect places. The scream wasn’t drenched in horror or fright but layered with thick and greedy arousal. And that rich desire slid through her veins, making her crave something equally intoxicating.

With heat pooling low in her belly, she realized that in Dmitri’s arms, her sense of fear had left her. While the sound would’ve frightened her before, now it didn’t. The worry that something horrible would happen to her had vanished. The feeling that she didn’t belong had evaporated.

“Right,” Dmitri murmured. “I’m glad to see you’re more comfortable now than when I found you at Cora’s scene and looking for the exit.” He turned all of his focus on her, and the intensity in him did all sorts of hot things to Presley, including making her belly drop to her knees.

The weight of this man’s good looks was due to his eyes. The controlled power that lay present in their depths was heady. Presley experienced the magnitude of his appeal over her. Heat raced between her thighs, making her clit throb and forcing her to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache.

One sleek eyebrow arched. “You’re more than ready to play, aren’t you?”

Why deny it? “It appears so, sir.”

His mouth twitched. “I’d like you to meet the other members. Introduce yourself, ask questions, watch, and discover what wicked things you’d enjoy. If you feel nervous or scared again, stay put and don’t move. I won’t be far away from you tonight and will come to you.” Spinning her around, he swatted her on the bottom, causing her to lurch forward on a squeak. “Presley,” he called after her. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his devilish grin. “Be honest with yourself about what you like and don’t like. A hard limit is something that would destroy you to do. If you have a moment of ‘not right now but maybe in the future,’ that is a soft limit. If you have a thought of ‘I like that, but I’m nervous about it,’ that is not a limit.” His eyes darkened with that slight curve to his mouth that was entirely kissable. “Be warned, if you lie to me, I’ll know.”

Sweet Jesus!

Chapter Seven

In Dmitri’s office atop the casino, he sat in his leather chair at the desk and stared out the full wall of windows behind him to the Las Vegas Strip. Traffic rushed by in a blur, and people littered the sidewalks. Not as if it really mattered what time of day it was; the city never slept. He loved that about Sin City. It made for great business. However, what he loved more were the sinful parts.

He’d been born and raised in Vegas, and the lively city had always suited him. After he received his MBA from Stanford, he considered a move. But fate stepped in and brought him home to Vegas with an offer of employment under the casino’s vice president.

Now Dmitri groaned. Instead of enjoying the fine day, he was stuck in his office. On a weekend, he typically worked from home if anything came up, but yesterday’s situation that had kept him late hadn’t been finalized.

His Saturday had been long already, with nonstop telephone meetings and e-mails, and it was only two in the afternoon. Add in the fact that Presley had stayed on his mind, all her innocence trapping him in erotic thoughts, and his mood was tense. Those pretty eyes showing her surprise, the lovely flush of her cheeks, and her body enticingly receptive to him had haunted him all day.