by VJ
His body moved faster and he pulled her tighter to him. She met his every thrust, arching into his body. With a muffled scream she licked over his chest, then fastened her mouth to his pectoral, clamping her teeth into the muscle where she remembered his tattoo ended.
She bit down hard and was rewarded with his triumphant shout. She sucked hard, determined to leave her mark upon his body, something for him to remember her by.
“Yes.” He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her face back up, fastening his mouth to hers.
A kiss. Kisses weren’t supposed to devastate a woman. Master Sin’s did. His kisses took her to a place she’d never dreamed existed. A place where there was no outside world, only Sin and Kendra, Master and slave. Kendra knew she had been born to serve him, and only him.
Sin shifted, catching her legs over his arms, opening her wider, letting himself sink deeper. He’d lost even the illusion of control, jackhammering into her pussy with a single imperative, his body screaming at him for release.
Not yet, not yet… he chanted. He’d fucked enough to know just how rare it was to find true paradise in the body of a woman. His woman. And he wasn’t ready for it to end. He wanted to soak her into his very cells, brand himself on every inch of her. He wanted her to come around his cock, to scream his name and to beg for more than this one night.
Sin lunged back, jerking to his knees. More. He needed more of her. He gritted out a curse and grasped her ankles, lifting her legs and spreading them, placing her feet on his shoulders.
She screamed at the change in position, a startled, stuttering cry that wrapped around his balls and squeezed. He reached down, rubbed her clit with his thumb and stroked harder.
Fuck, she was gorgeous, so gorgeous. Her generous breasts moved with his every thrust, her lips red and swollen as she moaned and mewed. Reaching out with his free hand, he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting, pulling it away from her body and rolling it, mimicking what he was doing to her clit.
Her back arched up off the floor.
“Master, I need to come. Please, please, please.”
“Come, baby. Come.” Sin couldn’t deny her pleasure. Her body tensed, and a scream ripped from her. Her pussy clamped down on him, hard, slow contractions that seemed to drag his soul out by way of his dick. Sin stilled as her walls pulsed around him, watching her face, the way her mouth fell open, the hectic flush of her cheeks. Her orgasm washed over him like a summer storm, purifying him, recharging him, punching the breath from his body.
His balls tightened—no more denying the release—and he pulled out. Gripping his shaft, he pumped once, twice before pouring his seed high on her chest to land across her breasts. He’d lied earlier because in this moment he’d never witnessed a more exquisite sight.
He fell forward, catching himself over her on his forearm, one hand tangling in her hair, knocking the blindfold free, as the other fisted his cock, dragging out each spasm.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face damp and flushed, and fuck she was beautiful. The sight washed over him as his orgasm eased. His hand slowed and so did the bursts of cum. Then she opened those golden eyes and the pure trust and emotion shimmering there sent him right back over the top.
“Fuck, fuck, Kendra.” He roared the words, screamed them as a low tingle started in his back and, recognizing the sensation, he grabbed at his cock again. Pulling on it harder, faster he watched as Kendra flashed her hungry eyes to what his hand was doing. Her eyes went dark as she watched him jerk his cock in a steady rhythm, lost in an experience he’d never imagined.
Her tiny, bound hands slipped between them to cup his balls, and he felt another orgasm being ripped from him. A pleasure that surpassed pain took hold of him, and he roared out his dominance and marked his woman with still more of his burning cum.
Chapter Seven
Sin collapsed over her, crushing her under his weight. His chest heaved, his breath gusting over her neck, stirring the curls of hair stuck to her damp skin. They were melded together, glued together by sweat and cum, and Kendra thought she’d be happy to stay that way forever.
She felt tears streaking down her temples and soaking her hair. Tears of joy at the euphoria washing over her body. Tears of sorrow at the knowledge that after tonight she would be condemned to go back to a life of mediocrity. Of arrogant men without anything to back up their arrogance or mild-mannered men afraid to do anything this remarkable. Only now she would know what she was missing.
In other words, Kendra was fucked, and not in a good way.
Eventually Sin’s breathing steadied, and he lifted himself, balancing on one arm and reaching down to loosen the cock ring with the other.
“I had no idea that was physiologically possible,” Kendra rasped, surprised at the husky tone in her voice.
He’d been looking down, but at her words he raised his head, tossing back his mane of thick, dark hair.
“It’s not,” he commented with a quirky smile.
Kendra drew a finger through the evidence and raised her eyebrows meaningfully. Sin snorted out a laugh.
“Cock ring.” She gave him a speculative look and started to giggle when he wagged his eyebrows at her. He shook his head and rolled to the side, pulling her with him until she snuggled into his side. “Okay, maybe the combination of you and the cock ring.”
She’d just settled in, savoring the most amazing afterglow of her life, when a knock on the wall sounded an interruption.
“Fuck off,” Sin grunted without opening his eyes.
“No can do, buddy,” an amused male voice replied. “Last call’s come and gone and Brady wants you to do the rounds while he deals with a little female trouble.”
“Ohmigod,” Kendra whispered. “Celia and Megan!”
“Fuck off, Ryan,” Sin repeated. “And tell Brady he can fuck off too.”
“I’ll let you tell Brady that yourself, dickhead.” Sin closed his eyes and let his head drop back to the floor as Ry’s voice faded. He knew the night had to end but wanted to have a few minutes to hold Kendra before sending her home.
And he knew he’d send her home without him. She was young and inexperienced and had come here with Celia Jenner. Sin also knew without a doubt that Kendra would never have stepped foot through the front door, much less attempted the third floor, without Celia’s influence. Yes, she was a natural submissive, but it was obvious that this was her first real experience with being dominated. There was no reason for him to believe that she wanted to take things any further between them. The world was full of Doms, and Kendra was new enough to the lifestyle that she would want to experiment.
Never mind that the idea of her experimenting with anyone other than him made him completely homicidal.
Kendra savored every second in Sin’s arms. She knew they needed to move, she needed to find Celia and Megan. She knew that this night had to end and she had to go back to being plain old Kendra Moore. In time she’d feel nothing but gratitude that she’d had this experience. Every woman should have a fantasy lover at least once in her life, and Kendra knew that Master Sin was it for her.
In time she’d be grateful. For now all she could feel was the looming loss.
Sin rose far too soon, pulled on his leathers and moved out of the cubicle. Moments later he returned with a basin of warm, peppermint-scented water and soft cloths.
“The peppermint will sooth any lingering aches and pains,” he murmured as he began stroking the warm, luxurious cloths over her body. He took special care with the tender flesh of her back, pausing to smooth healing balm over the raised pattern left by the flogger. Kendra wanted to melt, the combination of sexual satiation and physical pampering turning her into a puddle of goo.
He’d just finished rubbing her dry with a fluffy towel and was tucking her into his shirt when someone pounded on the screen blocking the open side of the cubicle, so hard that all three walls shook.
“Ah, fuck,” Sin muttered, moving the scre
en aside to confront the club’s owner.
The notorious Brady Ryder stood glowering into the cubicle, and Kendra had to resist the urge to hide. The man was intimidating enough—hell, scary enough—at his best. Now, clearly pissed, the man could send hardened criminals crying for their mommies.
“You got something to say to me, Master Sin?” The big man’s voice rumbled, causing Kendra to flinch, but Sin didn’t even blink.
“What, you didn’t get my message?” He gave a smile that was more teeth than good humor. “I believe I told you to fuck off, boss.”
Brady shook his head disgustedly. “Well, while you’ve been up here playing, I’ve been downstairs keeping this one’s friends,” he gestured to Kendra, who’d crept up behind Sin and was peering around his shoulder, “from taking the place apart to find her.” He turned his attention to Kendra and she tried to burrow deeper into Sin’s back. She didn’t realize how tightly she was pressed against him until he slid his arm back, wrapping it around her. Instantly she felt safe, somehow protected from the bald, tattooed giant facing her.
“Look, sweetheart,” Brady rumbled at her. “This is no place for you. You’re not a member, you’re not an approved guest, you’re way too inexperienced to be here,” he cast Sin a quick glance, “or at least you were. And you hang with company I just don’t fucking want to deal with.” He shook his head again, running his hand over the back of his neck.
Jesus, Sin thought. Every fucking word out of Brady’s mouth twisted the knife a little deeper, because every fucking word was right.
He felt Kendra pressed against his back, and she felt so right.
Suddenly Sin knew that the last thing he could do was face sending Kendra off with her friends. He thought that if he was faced with walking her downstairs like some kind of end to a date, he might just end up throwing her over his shoulder and making a run for it. The thought terrified him. Sinclair Martin didn’t do serious or exclusive. He wasn’t possessive or jealous. And yet he resented even handing Kendra over to her girlfriends.
“Tell, you what, boss,” he forced out of a throat made tight by his need to howl out his possession of this woman and his frustration at letting her go. “You take Red here down to her friends and I’ll be a good little employee and do my rounds.” He gave Brady another sharp and utterly false smile. “Everyone’s happy, right?”
“Master, I…” Before Kendra could finish, Brady had reached around Sin and was drawing her to his side.
“Scene’s over, sweetheart,” the big man commented. “He’s just plain Sin now.” Brady gave an ironic chuckle. “If ‘sin’ can ever be called just plain.”
Kendra flashed Sin a vaguely panicked look.
“You’ll be fine, Red. He looks like a serial killer…” Brady growled, reinforcing the image. “But the boss is a pussycat.” A homicidal-looking pussycat with thick silver barbells piercing his nipples. “He’ll get you to your friends and make sure you get out of here safely.” That much, at least, was true. Brady Ryder might not be a pussycat, but he was the most safety-conscious, trustworthy man Sin had ever met. Too bad he didn’t see himself that way.
“So that’s it, huh?” Those golden eyes had taken on a dazed look and that lush red mouth trembled. Sin couldn’t resist reaching out to smooth his thumb over her puffy lower lip. He sucked back his hiss when her tongue automatically darted out, returning the caress.
“That’s it, baby girl. You wanted an experience, to play a little bit. I hope it was everything you’d imagined.”
He had to get the fuck out of there. She looked ready to cry, and he knew—just fucking knew—that if she asked to stay with him he’d let her. And it would be a mistake. She was caught up in the moment. Once she’d had time to process things, she’d be more than ready to move on. And Sin had had the sickening realization that if he held her for one second longer and then let her go, it would wreck him.
“So,” he tried to keep the desperation out of his voice and deliberately ignored Brady’s speculative look, “you’ll take her down?”
He was on the move before Brady could answer, striding quickly from the cubicle, from the hallway, from the public areas of the club entirely. Wishing he could walk away from himself too.
“Okay.” Megan pounced the minute they were in the car. “Spill it all, girlfriend!” Celia slid into the backseat beside Kendra, leaving Megan alone in the driver’s seat. She’d nearly had a stroke when Brady had led Kendra down to the first floor dance area. Her friend had been wrapped in a large, white man’s silk shirt, barefoot and looking utterly debauched. The only remnant of the woman who’d snuck upstairs behind her was the set of sparkly leather horns still perched in her hair.
Celia had immediately gone after Brady, standing nose to…rib cage with the big man, drilling her finger into his chest and demanding to know what the hell he’d done to her friend. Before he could do more than snarl back at her, however, Kendra had drawn her away.
“He didn’t do a thing except walk me down here,” she’d insisted. Celia had taken a closer look and realized that, as utterly undone as Kendra was, there was a kind of blissed-out haze to her eyes, not a frightened or upset glaze as she’d originally feared.
“I’m sorry.” She turned back to Brady, who was watching her with cold, emotionless eyes. “I was worried, so I overreacted.” Lightning flared briefly in the icy, ocean-colored depths of his eyes and he grabbed her arm, dragging her to his side.
“No, princess, you didn’t overreact. What the fuck were you thinking, bringing a girl like her, like either of them, here?” Celia ignored Megan’s protest, locked into Brady’s hold and his gaze. “Do you think she chose to come back to you all but naked?” He let out a frustrated growl, one that Celia felt low in her belly. “She got lucky, princess. One of our trainers saw her get in a jam and stepped in to rescue her. But things could just as easily have gone wrong, and it would be because you just won’t fucking listen.”
Celia knew he was right. She had been sick with worry when Kendra had vanished up into the third floor and hours had passed without a sign of her. Celia knew that, had anything happened to her friend, she’d never have been able to live with herself. Kendra might be a woman grown, but this adventure had been Celia’s from the start.
“God, I’m sorry, Kennie,” Celia blurted, pulling away from Brady to hug her friend.
“It’s okay, Ce. I’m okay. Can we just leave now?”
“Absolutely,” Celia replied. “Let’s go.”
She noticed, though, that Kendra lingered over her thanks to Brady. And that she kept glancing toward the stairs, as though looking for something. Or someone. And just maybe the someone she was looking for was the bronzed god standing at the top of the stairs, eating her up with his eyes like she was dessert.
“Spill now, you lucky bitch!” Megan’s voice snapped her back to the present and she shot a glance at Kendra, who’d busied herself adjusting the heating vent.
“Well…” Her friend sounded reluctant and Celia couldn’t help but wonder why. Kendra sighed. “It was pretty much everything Ce’s ever said. And more.” She gave a pensive little smile. “The boys and girls up there might play by the rules, but they use their own rule book, not one you can find online or in a bookstore.”
“That’s not what I mean, smarty pants, and you know it,” Megan prodded. “You clearly got lucky, and we expect the details. Now.”
Celia felt Kendra stiffen beside her and intervened.
“I think tomorrow afternoon over coffee will do for details.” She spoke over Megan’s protest. “We’ve all got stories about tonight.” For a brief moment she could taste Brady’s mouth on hers again, and she shivered. Maybe Kendra wasn’t the only one who needed time to process things. “Waiting until tomorrow will give us a chance to soak in the experience and then we can all share.” And, she thought, intercepting Kendra’s grateful look, Kennie and I can have some time to decide exactly what we’re going to share.
Chapter Eight
Grabbing a super-sized mug of black coffee, she trudged to where her purse was by the front door. Celia, God bless her, had lost her keys at the club the previous night and needed a ride back there in order to pick them up. Kendra had literally begged her to find someone, anyone else, but Celia had been firm. She needed Kendra, and Kendra couldn’t refuse. Dammit. She was almost out the door when she paused. She still had Master Sin’s shirt. She should return it since she was going back anyway. She didn’t really need the memento—Sin’s memory was burned across every inch of her skin.
“So,” Ce commented as she bounced into the passenger seat of Kendra’s Saturn. “I take it whoever he was, he was pretty special.”
She should have known better, Kendra thought, than to expect Celia not to notice. Or to let it slide. She sighed.
“Pretty much incomparable,” she admitted softly.
“Yeah,” Celia agreed, “men like them are pretty incomparable.” Celia shot her a shrewd look. “If he got to you that much, you need to grab on. Don’t just walk away.”
“Hell, Ce, he sent me away.” Kendra gave a watery laugh. “He made it more than clear that we had a session. A scene. Never to be repeated and nothing more.”
“Oh, hon, I’m so sorry.” Celia reached over and squeezed her arm. “I never for a second thought that my adventure would end up hurting you or Meg.”
“If I’m hurt, it’s my own darn fault.” I knew better, she thought. But, “I’m not going in, Ce,” she rushed out. “I swear to God if I see him I’ll end up throwing myself at his feet. I’d absolutely die.”