Dark Consequences (Club Risque Book 4)

by Poppy Flynn

  Rushing to regain her equilibrium, she felt another burn centred right on top of her throbbing clit. Once, twice, then he targeted the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

  In her mind, Laurel was hopping. She tried to bounce in place, but she was already on tiptoe, so there was nowhere to move. She gulped in a deep breath and felt the tell-tale rush of her own desire trickling down her leg. Connor didn't let up. The kisses from his crop painted rosy splashes across the backs of her thighs and the heavy mounds of her breasts, flicking every so often to treat her tender, more intimate areas.

  Laurel's breathing grew ragged as the fire that rained on her skin ignited a matching one on the inside. Her stomach tightened and coiled; each flick across her coral coloured nipples zinged down to her pussy, which grew wetter and wetter with each passing swipe.

  She'd never been this turned on by impact play in her life, and right now she felt like she might actually orgasm from his discipline alone. Her clit was hard and pulsing, poking out from behind its protective hood as if eager to reach towards the next volley. Her breathing had become ragged, her nipples tight and aching, her breasts thrust out, eager for the next exquisite taste of the crop.

  Laurel cried out in denial when the swats stopped and she heard the sound of the implement being thrown to the side, but, a second later, her feet were swept from underneath her and Connor's big hands enveloped the globes of her ass, his big fingers digging into the punished skin and making her groan and gush some more.

  Before she could assimilate what was happening, he had her legs thrown across his broad shoulders and his mouth was on her most intimate flesh. Forcing the flimsy gossamer of her thong to one side, Connor licked a wide line from top to bottom with his broad tongue, lapping up her juices and humming his appreciation deep in the back of his throat. He tickled her clit with the end of his tongue, then plunged it inside her channel before retreating to suck on her pussy lips, first one, then the other. The change in sensation from punishing to silky soft was almost her undoing. Laurel could feel the orgasm building from the tips of her toes to the ends of her fingers as if it was encroaching from both extremities at once and pouring into her centre like dual waterfalls. Her breasts felt swollen and her stomach was almost cramped, she had it so tightly clenched.

  Before the glorious sensations had the chance to engulf her, he stopped.

  The outrage that was ripped from Laurel's lips was guttural. "Nooo!" She sucked in a sobbing breath. "Get back here, you bastard!" Laurel gritted her teeth, but too late, the words were out of her mouth.

  There was a sudden ominous silence in the room, pierced only by Laurel's ragged breaths. She sensed Connor was close, but still, he didn't speak. This time, Laurel instinctively held her tongue, knowing, without a single doubt, that she'd seriously overstepped where this masterful Dom was concerned.

  The quiet was suddenly filled with the rattle of the chain, and then Laurel was stood back on her own two feet again. She felt the cuffs loosen from around her wrists and felt suddenly, inexplicably, bereft.

  "No, please, I'm sorry!" she whispered desperately. He couldn't leave her now. He wouldn't…would he?

  She almost keened a sigh of relief when she felt him re-attach the cuffs behind her back and push her to her knees. She might not know what he had in mind, but at least he hadn't ended their scene. That was all that mattered right now.

  She heard a rustling, then she felt the undeniable touch of satin covered steel as he slapped his cock lightly against her cheek before nudging it against her lips.

  "I think we'll put that mouth of yours to better use, for a while." Connor's voice was no more than a growl. "It might give you a chance to cool down and learn some respect."

  Laurel opened her mouth at his insistent prodding and the fleeting thought of whether his manhood was as big as the rest of him flittered through her mind. Damn, she wished she could see, but as he shifted determinedly against her mouth and forced her lips wide, she decided that maybe it was better that she couldn't.

  He moved the tip past her teeth, and already, her jaw was stretched as wide as she thought was possible. An instinctive whimper lodged in her throat, and just when she thought this might be impossible, Connor tenderly stroked the side of her face and whispered softly, "You can do this, baby."

  The soft encouragement had her relaxing her jaw. A fraction was all it took. Connor eased himself inside, her lips strained tight around his shaft as he threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her still as he eased another inch inside her mouth.

  Instinctively, Laurel licked around the intrusion, doing what she could to lubricate his passage. Connor groaned, "That's it, pet. That's my good girl."

  The words seeped into her soul and Laurel closed her eyes behind the blindfold, wanting nothing more than to please this special Dom as he withdrew ever so slightly, only to push his way a little further into the velvet recesses of her throat.

  He was careful; Connor rarely took this kind of liberty with a sub. He was just too big for a woman's mouth to handle, but Laurel had fired him up, and for a moment, he had lost his head. Now he proceeded with caution, denying the overwhelming impulse to fuck into her sassy mouth, battling against the urge to withdraw, because common sense told him he was just too big to do this, but overcome with the feel of her lips stretched tight around his shaft and the feel of her velvet tongue flicking around his cockhead.

  "Tap three times against my thigh if it gets to be too much," Connor ground out gutturally as he allowed himself to dip a little deeper. He'd stop soon, he promised himself, but it had been so long since he'd indulged in this particular delight.

  Laurel could sense Connor's tentative movements and at least had the wits to be surprised. When he gave her the instruction to tap out if she needed to, she realised in a rush that this was something of a rarity for him. The knowledge made her heart swell at his selfless consideration.

  Pride that he had allowed her this honour enveloped her psyche. Gone was the impatience that he had denied her fulfilment. Forgotten, the pressure of the unforgiving steel floor against her knees. At this moment, Laurel wanted nothing beyond being more, very much more, than Connor Griffin had ever experienced, or allowed himself to experience, in a submissive before.

  The acknowledgement was liberating, and Laurel pushed her head forward, willing him to take more, urging him deeper, determined to be the best he'd ever had, to be unforgettable.

  She redoubled her efforts, laving his cock with her saliva, lubricating his path into her mouth, tickling the skin on the underside of his cockhead with her tongue and wishing that her hands were unbound so she could use them to knead his buttocks and massage his balls. She made a promise to both herself and to Connor that, one day, she would have the opportunity to do just that.

  Connor flexed his fists into Laurel's hair in a vain effort to get himself under control and bring this interlude to an end, but her answering groan vibrated through his dick and had the opposite effect. God, the woman was lethal. He'd do well to remember that if he wanted to maintain his sanity. She'd taken him deeper than any other woman before her, more than he had thought was even possible. He swore he could feel her tonsils, but Fluff didn't so much as gag. Feeling the way his balls began to tighten and the indicative tingle at the base of his spine, Connor fought against the desire to spill his seed right down her throat. She might have started off by being a brat, that was obviously inherent to her nature, but she had more than redeemed herself and she deserved more than him being completely wasted for the culmination of their scene.

  Dragging his shaft out of her hot little mouth one delicious millimetre at a time, Connor drew back and finally pulled her to her feet. Her mouth pouted adorably, and Connor knew a moment of pure, unadulterated gratitude that he hadn't overwhelmed her and that she was so damn eager to please.

  He wasn't prepared to dissect the feeling any more than that and deliberately pushed it from his mind as he dragged her against him and crashed his mouth against
her own.

  The kiss was powerful and overwhelming and spoke of a deeper intimacy than a Dom and a sub who had only just connected.

  Connor pushed that thought away, too. Putting her away from him, he lifted her easily into his arms, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Just like the brat she was, Fluff ground herself against his straining rod and he gave her a swift pop on the backside as he sucked her pebbled nipple into his mouth and bit down on the tip.

  The movement had Fluff jerking against him, and any second now, his cock was going to find its own way inside her juicy body. Connor strained against the desire to just let nature take its course, but what sort of a Dom would it make him if he just gave in to his baser instincts? He had already done enough of that when he had allowed himself to feel the incredible stretch of her lips around his shaft. Enough already. It was time to regain control.

  Unbuckling one of the cuffs while he continued to suckle at her breast with long, hard pulls and nips, Connor finally raised his head and ordered her to raise her arms above her head once more. Refastening the cuffs, this time, he manoeuvred her to a suspended rope which had a single dowel tied to it to form a kind of handle.

  He curled her hands around the smooth wood and attached the clasp on the cuffs to the ring embedded in the centre, before he adjusted the height until her feet completely cleared the ground. Connor took her weight by curling his hands around her silky thighs and relieving the pressure on her arms.

  "This is going to be hard and fast, you okay with that?" he grated out, ripping the blindfold away from her eyes.

  "Oh, God, yes!" Laurel panted, capturing his intense gaze with one of her own. She could barely wait, but she didn't dare say another word. She'd learned her lesson well, and she didn't think she could bear it if he stopped again.

  "Okay, then."

  Connor didn't say another word. There was no warning, no tentative prodding to check she was ready, no cautious pushing or restrained entry. He simply lined himself up and slotted the tip of his cock between her swollen folds, using his sheer girth to force the fabric of her thong aside as he plunged right in, using his grip on her legs to pull her toward him at the same time.

  Laurel threw her head back and screamed, closing her eyes at the thick, slamming intrusion, her grip going slack against the bar in her hands. She hadn't had time for more than a glance at the size of his manhood when he'd ripped off the blindfold, her eyes had been too busy adjusting to the sudden light, too entranced with his ruggedly handsome face and intense expression.

  Now, she could tell that he was huge. Which was stupid, because she'd known as much, of course, by the way he'd filled her mouth to bursting, but the pleasure-pain of his forceful entry into her body was almost overwhelming. He bottomed out against her cervix and she felt her inner walls struggling to stretch enough to accommodate his massive size, reminding her that the large pearl was still pushed inside her ass. She'd never felt so full in her life, and it was incredible.

  Barely giving her time to adjust, Connor withdrew and slammed in once again. Laurel knew without a doubt that she'd be feeling his delicious presence within her body for days and positively relished the thought.

  And then there was no room for thought as he pounded relentlessly against her, frantically in and out, his big hands like shackles against her skin as he gripped her thighs tight enough that she knew she'd have bruises as he pulled her against him with each and every thrust—delicious little trophies of their coupling.

  Laurel watched through half closed eyes, fascinated as the corded tendons in Connor's neck went rigid with his exertion as he threw his head back and clenched his smooth, square jaw.

  She felt like she was running a marathon, no, a sprint, a desperate one! She was breathless and overwhelmed, her body coiled tightly, ready to explode. She panted jaggedly, little sounds ripping from the depths of her soul with each crash of Connor's hard body into her own willing softness.

  Connor dragged air into his desperate lungs, unwilling and unable to contain the frantic pace. He was on fire, out of control. He should be taking more care but, somehow, this little minx had gotten the better of him and caused him to throw caution to the wind. He used her body mercilessly. Damn her for tipping him over the edge!

  As he pulled her closer, Connor shifted his momentum, pumping his hips and sinking his teeth into the curve of her neck. The action had her crying out in abandon and bucking against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, her breasts shoved against his chest, so that he could feel her pebble hard nipples chaffing against his skin.

  Pushing her back again, he hitched her up slightly and caught first one rosy tip between his teeth, then the other, never once altering his stride. The small pain pushed her over the edge. He could tell the moment her orgasm began to build. Her chest heaved against his mouth, sharp, hiccupping sobs were wrenched from her throat, her hips undulated, and the inner walls of her pussy started to contract tighter and tighter around his swollen shaft.

  He could feel the answering pressure within his own body and was astounded. Simultaneous orgasm was a myth as far as he was concerned, but as her body contracted around him, he couldn't withhold his own response.

  Laurel felt the approaching orgasm in every part of her body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Overwhelming in its intensity, pure sensation thundered from her extremities, rushing toward where they were so intimately joined like the crashing waves of a tsunami and Laurel couldn't control the keening wail that started in her chest and erupted through her lips in a long and plaintive out-pouring.

  She screamed out again and again, guttural sounds, wild expletives, the name of the man who had brought her such extraordinary pleasure.

  "Oh God, oh God, Connor. Arghhh! Fuck! Fuck, Oh, shit, Jesus Christ. Ah, ah, ahhhh! Yes. Yesss...Connor, Connor!"

  The feelings were so intense, she almost imagined she could feel the hot splashes of his come painting her insides as he spasmed and bellowed out his own release. Both of them rode out the twin crests of mutual pleasure, and just when she thought it had finally subsided, Connor yanked at the bead in her ass, pulling it out with one hard tug and the sensation had her cresting once again.

  Then he was holding her close, panting in her ear, his face nuzzled into her long, fragrant hair, which must have come loose from its band in their frenzy as he fused their groins together as close as they could possibly be. She could feel his cock still throbbing inside of her as she fought to regulate her own choppy breathing.

  Awareness began to creep in. She was conscious of her legs wrapped so tightly around Connor's waist she was surprised he could breath. Then again, judging by his irregular breaths and the way he was gasping air, maybe he couldn't.

  She was aware of Connor's arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders as if he would never let her go. The sensation was foreign and amazingly comforting—one she knew she wanted to experience again…and again.

  As she came back to herself, she eventually perceived a strange cacophony of background noise that buzzed in her ears. The sounds coalesced until she finally recognised it as clapping.

  Clapping? What the heck? Applause?

  Opening her eyes, Laurel realised that the room they were scening in was full to bursting and even more people were pressed against the large viewing window. She vaguely remembered Connor's order to open the doors and blinds; it seemed so long ago now.

  This was by no means the first time she had scened in public, and she had always found the exhibitionism quite a turn on in the past, but for some unaccountable reason, this time, she felt herself fighting a blush.

  As Connor raised his head and chuckled, she buried her own face in the crook of his neck, conscious of other hands around her, helping him to ease her weight, lower the rope, and unbuckle the cuffs after the intensity of the scene had left the two of them spent and overwhelmed.

  Someone slapped Connor on the back, and she could hear the jovial tones of congratulatory banter as the voyeu
rs shuffled their way past and out of the room. Someone pressed a bottle of water into one of her hands and she guzzled thirstily, still not able to look, while Connor rubbed the circulation back into the wrist of her other arm.

  A soft, subbie blanket had been placed around her shoulders, but she shrugged it off, still too hot and sweaty from their scene.

  The noise of the crowd diminished as they were left alone, and as the last one closed the door behind him, Connor eased his slackening cock out of the tight clasp of her slick channel.

  Fluid followed his retreat from her body and she heard his indrawn breath and realised he hadn't used a condom.

  "It's okay, I'm on the pill," Laurel reassured. "And you know I'm clean—club rules. Just as I know you are, because you gave in your medical at the desk."

  Connor expelled his breath again on a harsh, humourless laugh. "Yes, of course," he agreed. "But still unforgivable," he berated himself.

  "Don't!" Laurel whispered. "We were both carried away. Let's just leave the recriminations there."

  Connor nodded tersely, but Laurel couldn't help but notice the way his expression, just now so passionate and full of affection, at once shuttered, and she knew he was mentally chastising himself, and maybe her, too, for making him lose control.

  Chapter 5

  The days had turned into weeks, Connor realised with a start. The buyout situation at Universal was complex and it looked like it was about to turn into a hostile takeover situation, despite the relationship between Joel Blackwood and Desi Harper. Or maybe because of it! And then there was Desi and Jake. They had become close over the past few weeks, and Connor knew the situation was beginning to grate on Joel.