Bared (Club Sin 2)
Chapter One
Stay quiet.
Be still.
Master Aidan’s unspoken demands washed over Cora Adams. In an X position, she lay on her back atop the cool, metal Saint Andrew’s Cross, her head resting on an added plank of wood. Leather straps held her in place, snug against her wrists, ankles, waist, and chest, and her legs and arms were spread wide.
Her Dom preferred her to be blindfolded as they performed their scene.
She had mentally agreed—she needed the darkness and the quiet. Only the lifestyle could give her the peace she wanted. Only Club Sin, and Master Aidan, could give her the contentment she craved.
The command of her Dom grounded her. He gave her a safe place to drift away from the pressures of life. Master Aidan could be rough when he wanted to, but he could also be caring, savoring the moment. Under his touch, she didn’t need vacations to clear her head, she needed only him.
Before he finished binding her to the table-like cross, the music had changed to a soothing song she’d heard once at a spa. The scent of Master Aidan’s woodsy aroma tickled through her nostrils. She licked her lips and drew her bottom lip between her teeth as warm air drifted across her puckered nipples.
His hand trailed along her thigh and moved to her hip in a delectable slow sweep, and she arched her body in acceptance of his touch. The press of the leather against her flesh burned into her core. Consumed by his dominance, engulfed in his powerful presence, she reacted to him like no other under his slow, sensual mastery.
“Quiet your mind, Cora.” His hand traveled over her hipbone. “Remain right here and in this moment.”
The low murmur fluttered her belly. His touch sent wicked heat storming into her loins. No choices. All pleasure. Complete submission. Her heart raced and she swallowed in anticipation of what was about to happen.
“There, Cora, much better.” A soft sigh escaped her as his fingertips caressed up her side and she shivered at his baritone. “Stay in my space.”
Rapid fire coursed through her veins, making her strain against the bindings. His low chuckle drifted across her and his knuckles brushed across her rib cage before his touch vanished.
She quietly waited for him.
The loud click cut through the silence and as warmth slid up her body, her lips curved. As the stream of wax landed above her belly button, she moaned. The next drop fell above the other, and she fought the yearning to squirm into his offering.
The heat spread quickly across her abdomen, and she cursed her bindings. Her body throbbed to move with each drop. She pulled against the straps, causing the leather to tighten and chafe her flesh. Her mouth moistened in excitement as the wax moved toward her taut nipple.
She groaned, aching for the heat right there—right where she needed it. Her nipples puckered tightly, so desperate for his mouth. As if he read her thoughts, his hand settled on the curve of her breast. She lifted her chin and her inner muscles clenched.
More …
The pool of heat came faster and faster again … until there was no beginning and no end, only warmth spreading like a heated blanket over her. Her sex clenching in adulterated desire.
His warm breath caressed her ear. “Still with me?”
“Still here, sir,” she whispered.
“Very nice,” he murmured.
More wax landed in the center of her abdomen, and she exhaled a long, slow breath. Her sex spasmed, pulsating for him as more wax settled along her belly button. She clenched her teeth against the surge of need when another drop immediately followed.
The warmth from the flame vanished from her stomach before his breath tickled her swollen sex, unleashing a fierce gasp from her throat. She groaned, unashamed, as the flat of his tongue swept up her folds.
He didn’t lick her, he devoured her.
His tongue danced over her lower lips in seductive, languid sweeps. Her heartbeat quickened as he slowly guided her to orgasm with soft, sensual flicks. Each tickle of his tongue stole the air from her lungs. Every kiss on her hot sex forced her to float in pleasure.
Consumed by this touch, she tumbled into his command. Her mind released her from the stress of the day. All of her worries vanished. When he settled his mouth over her clit and brought the nub between his teeth, her toes curled.
Desire flooded her and goose bumps trailed her flesh, while she fought the constraints of the bindings. His tongue danced across her until he nipped at her clit, then suddenly his mouth vanished. She whimpered in rejection of his departure.