Mine (Club Sin 7)

She gasped, her eyes flying open. “Yes, sir.”

“Excellent.” Pleased by the arousal he saw along her inner thighs, he moved to her side, watching her eyes follow him. While she was looking at him, she wasn’t really focusing on anything. Pleasure had blinded her, and he liked her that way.

Tonight was her reward for standing so still while she was under his whip. She’d gained control over herself during his mentoring of her, and Presley was now the submissive he’d longed for. She obeyed without hesitation. Her soul was linked with his. Dmitri had never before understood the perfection of that. Not truly. But now that he’d tasted having a submissive so attuned to him, he’d never give that up.

He reached her back, seeing a crowd gathering for the show he planned to put on, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. Only when she inhaled a sharp breath did he push a little, pressing her further against the vibe.

“Fuck” wheezed from her mouth.

Dmitri chuckled.

Presley had come to him an innocent woman who’d slept with only one man. Dmitri had perfectly corrupted her into becoming a kinky woman who enjoyed the naughtier side of sex. Amused, and also pleased by that knowledge, he stroked his greedy hard cock through his black slacks, noticing her moaning growing louder.

Done with teasing them both, he placed his hand between her shoulders and positioned her arms to rest on the spanking bench, ensurin

g her clit stayed in contact with the vibe. Then he grasped her hips, angling her slick slit out to him. She wouldn’t come again on that vibe. He craved for her to come on his hard cock, which he’d suffered for the last hour in her presence. Determined to see his needs met, he reached for his belt.

With a few jerky movements, he had his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. The spreader bar left her wide open, showing off her pretty cunt to the Club Sin members. He relished in sharing her, showing how perfect she was, and presenting her in a way that made others envious that he got to touch her and that she belonged to him.

With the crowd growing restless behind him, he stepped in behind the spreader bar at her ankles. His cock throbbed in his hand as he began to rub his dick up and down, swirling the thick head, feeling the veins protruding at the sides. Her sexy body lay there waiting for him, all sweaty and perfect, and possessiveness stormed into him.

She is mine!

He held his cock at the base, running the tip against her soaked slit, and groaning as her warmth spread across him. While she had been pleasured, he’d been teased. “This is going to be quick and hard, doll.” He grasped her slender hips and entered her while pressing her down against the vibe.

Now it wasn’t about them making love, nor was it about bringing them closer together. Tonight was about a release to unite them as one—emotionally, physically, and spiritually. Their sex was about bodies thrusting together in wild euphoria, allowing Presley to feel how crazed she made him. He told her, without words, that he wanted her. Madly.

Every punishing thrust indicated that she’d driven him to a state of primal need that made him ravish her. He grunted with the force of each stroke inside her slick inner walls. His cock had been tempted all night, and with the tight squeeze of her body against his, and the wetness he sensed dripping along his sack, the sensation was too incredible to ignore.

His needs, too, would not be ignored.

Not any longer.

She began to quiver and jerk around his shaft, indicating the rise of her orgasm, and he gave in to his own pleasure. A burning sizzled up his spine and centered in his sack. Passion and love drove him deep inside her as his cum shot from his body, marking her as his.

He heard her screams. His roars echoed them.

When his cock stopped throbbing inside her, he withdrew. His legs were wobbling as he took a step back, and he exhaled, his chest rising and falling. He pulled her with him, removing her from the vibe, and helped her lean sideways over the spanking bench.

“Thank you for that, sir,” she whispered.

He chuckled, slapping her ass. “I suspect those legs might not be working so well at the moment.”

“You’d be right.” She laughed in the sweet way that brought him so much joy. “They don’t.”

He brushed his hand over her face, moving the strands of hair off to see her better. “How was that for you?”

“Amazing. My God!” Her smile was dozy, her eyelids were lowered, and her cheeks were flushed. “You increased the intensity with the whip tonight, didn’t you?”

“I did.” He grinned, loving the glorious twinkle in her eyes. “And you liked it.”

“I sure as hell did.”

He took the measure of her, resting his soft dick against the crease of her bottom. She looked well fucked and satisfied. “I love you, doll.”

“I love you, too.” She lifted up and angled her head to steal a kiss.

Nothing but adoration filled him as he allowed her to take his mouth. He liked that she knew him so well. The closeness they had was the one thing he hadn’t counted on when he lived a bachelor life. There was a difference between a casual submissive and what he had with Presley. She knew when she could take from him and when he’d allow it. Like now, in the afterglow of his orgasm. And she, being a clever woman, used it to her full advantage. She’d often steal kisses, and he thought she liked to because it made her feel special. Only she could do that to him.