de Lune, Clair - Davy Meets His Match [The Blood Red Rose Club 4] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Clair de Lune

  “Maybe so, maybe not. I’m not willing to take the risk, however. Now give me your keys and let’s get you inside,” he replied. He didn’t say “like a good girl,” but he might as well have. She opened her mouth to argue, and then she realised the futility of it and handed over her keys, with a little moue of annoyance. Davy chuckled and she realised just how petulant her gesture had seemed, and she had the grace to blush and smile.

  “That’s better. Do you know how beautiful you are when you smile?” he asked.

  “Pffft,” she said dismissively.

  “Well, you are. I think so, and I can assure you that I’m not the only one.”

  By now, they’d reached her door. He fitted the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. He stood back to allow her to enter in front of him. As she turned to thank him and to bid him good-night, his hand was extended to offer her the keys. Their fingers brushed and again she felt the jolt. Her nipples tightened, and moisture flooded her pussy.

  “Thank…” She got no further. She was in his arms, being thoroughly kissed. As if from a long way off, she heard the door close. Davy leaned his back against it, and then he pulled her closer. She felt the hard, muscular body, she smelled his cologne, and she felt the scratch of his stubble as his mouth possessed hers. His tongue licked along the seam of her closed lips, and when he pressed the tip between them, she offered no resistance. Her mouth opened under his and he took possession of it as of right. His tongue danced with hers, stroking and caressing. She heard herself moan. One of his hands caressed her bottom, pressing her to him. She felt the long, stiff length of his cock against her belly. She melted against him and he tightened his hold on her. He ended the kiss and released her. She stumbled and he held her.

  “Do you want this? Are you sure?” he asked.

  Do I want it? Yes, I do, but I fear it. He will know and where will that leave me? Can I trust him? Why do I think I can on so little acquaintance? But, think it, I do. Shall I surrender? Shall I give myself to him? It’s what I want, but it means giving him power and control over me. Can I do that? Can I let him walk out of the door? I need him to fuck me. I needed that from the first moment I saw him. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I can take a risk and walk away if it doesn’t work out.

  “Yes, I do want this. I need you inside me now,” she said in a breathy voice that betrayed her arousal. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Thank goodness I changed the sheets this morning and cleaned up. Even the bathroom is tidy. She laughed at herself. How can you think of such things at a time like this? Then realisation hit her and she sobered up. It’s his damned influence. Will I never be free of him? Once inside, she turned to face him and lifted her hands to undo her coat.

  “Stop. Have patience, Juniper. It will be worth it, I promise you.”

  He undid the buttons of her coat and slipped it off her shoulders. He looked at her inquiringly and she took the coat, placed in on a hanger, and hung it in the wardrobe. He smiled approvingly. She was trembling in anticipation. Why doesn’t he just get on with it? What is he waiting for? She knew he could read her need, as well as the urgency of that need in her eyes. She kept silent and waited. Very slowly, oh-so-infinitely slowly, he removed all her clothing. He helped her out of her shoes and placed them neatly on the rack. Then he removed her blouse, unfastening it button by button, and holding her gaze as he did it. She panted, her breath escaping in little gasps in spite of her efforts to control it.

  “Patience, my sweet,” he repeated, as he continued the long-drawn-out undressing of his trembling sub.

  Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. He must realise it. I can’t hide it. Panic hit her and she took a step back. Her hands covered her mouth and she stared at him in sheer terror.

  He stopped what he was doing, took her hands from her mouth, and held them in his large, warm ones.

  “My dear, I know. I have known since the first moment I saw you. I will never, by word or deed, betray your secret. You’re safe with me,” he said softly and firmly. She whimpered, and then she was in his arms, shedding tears of relief. He held her to him, rubbing her back and whispering in her ear until she was calmer. Then he held her at arm’s length, looking deep into her eyes as he spoke.

  “I want to continue, if you are sure you still want this. If you aren’t then say so, and I will leave now.”

  “I…I…I want…Please don’t leave me now,” she managed to say. At that, he swept her into his arms, kissing away her tears and covering her face with tiny kisses, until she giggled.

  “That’s better, love,” he said, smiling as his mouth descended on hers, and he began to kiss her deeply and hungrily. She felt his hunger and his need. They matched her own. He’d been strong and in control. He knows. He knows! She could have sung and danced with joy. Then doubt set in. He can’t know. No one knows. I didn’t even tell Valkyrie. How does he know? What does he know? His hands began to remove the rest of her clothing and suddenly what he knew and how he knew it didn’t seem important anymore. She lifted her hand to assist him, only to have it slapped gently away.

  “No. Patience.”

  He focused on the task in hand, and she found that the intensity of his gaze turned her on. He seemed fascinated by what he was doing. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders and his touch was a caress that made her nipples pucker and moisture escape from her pussy to wet the crotch of her knickers. She could smell her own arousal, so he must be able to, as well. He didn’t betray the consciousness of it, so she held onto her control and waited. The pace was maddening. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted him to rip off the remainder of her clothing and take her then and there. He did neither. He continued to take his time, and the soft touch of his fingers as her removed her bra and allowed her heavy breasts to swing free drove her mad with lust. Her hand reached for the zipper of her skirt, but again he batted it away.

  “Patience, my sweet.”

  Damn the man, I’m all out of patience. Just get on with it. He chuckled as he read the thought, but it did no good. He unzipped her skirt and eased it over her hips. She stepped out of it and he folded it carefully, and then he laid it over a chairback. He returned to unfasten her garter belt. His warm hands felt so good on her legs. He removed first one stocking and then the other, rolling them down her legs, and then carefully off her feet. He shook them out, and then he placed them, and the garter belt, on top of her skirt. He slipped his hands into the elastic of her knickers and pushed them down over the globes of her bottom as he helped her to step out of them. He lifted them to his nose and breathed deeply. She knew they were wet with her arousal, and she couldn’t meet his gaze. Her face was flushed, her breath short and her nipples crinkled and aching. She wanted. She needed. She was urgent, but still he maintained the same unhurried pace, as if he had all night. She met his gaze at last. He looked at her with a wise, amused expression in his beautiful eyes. She flushed. She was naked and panting and he was so in control of his feelings and emotions. He was all Dom and she was supposed to be a Domme, but he’d seen though her and his little demonstration had proved it, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Now she was grateful for his initial assurance that he’d never reveal her secret. The problem was that they had to work together, and could she keep her feelings toward him in check so that no one would suspect? Ah well, time would tell. Now, she wanted him to fuck her. He was drinking in the sight of her nakedness and arousing her even more.

  Then he took her in his arms and kissed her. As their tongues tangled and she felt the urgent thrust of his hips against her, she knew that he was just as aroused as she was and she smiled a small, secret, feminine smile. A smile as old as time. She was his, but he was hers. She stopped thinking and gave herself up to his pleasure and her own.

  * * * *

  Davy knew when they touched that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but he also realised that he’d have to proceed very slowly. He’d come very close to losing control when he’d kissed her in her own front hall. He just wanted to rip
all her clothes off and lose himself in her delicious body. He could smell her arousal and he knew she wanted him, but there was something else, so he’d asked her if she was sure. When he’d started to undress her she’d panicked, and then she cried in his arms, as he told her he knew and would keep her secret. He had to exercise all his considerable willpower to play out the slow seduction scene. He had to have her so aroused and desperate for him to fuck her that she forgot her doubts and fears. He couldn’t forget the panicked look in her eyes, and he was bound and determined to get to the root cause of it all. Where she was concerned, he was prepared to wait, to go as slowly as she needed, but he would discover who and what had her in such a panic. Then I shall deal with it and she will be at peace, and she will be mine.

  He knew when she gave up thinking and worrying. He felt her relax in his arms and triumph flowed over him. He’d done it, and now he’d show her to what heights he could take her. He walked over to the bed and threw back the covers, and then he picked her up and laid her on the bottom sheet. Her glorious hair fanned out over the pillow and her huge eyes looked at him from under the long fringe. He took off his clothes, wasting no time, but he did fold them neatly and place them on the same chair as hers. It will do her no harm to look and think of what’s to come. He turned and crawled on all fours up the bed and covered her with his body. He bent over her and proceeded to kiss her from her eyes all the way down her face, her neck, and her breasts. He licked and nibbled the soft, firm globes before rasping the ruched tips of her nipples with his teeth. The sharp intake of breath as he did it was its own reward. He drew one nipple into his mouth, licking, nipping, and suckling until her back arched and she moaned in pleasure. Then he paid the same attention to the other one. Her hands grasped his hair, which was beginning to come loose from the plait he habitually wore. He suckled harder and she squeaked. She’s vocal. That’s fortunate. I love to hear the sounds she makes and I intend to hear a lot more. His mouth moved down her belly, swirling his tongue in her belly button, which made her giggle. Then he licked and nibbled his way toward her pussy. He felt her tense and, lifting his head, he saw her needy little clit poking out in arousal from her neatly waxed pussy. Delicious. I can’t wait to taste her. He bent and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. To his astonishment, she screamed his name and her body arched as her climax took her. He collected her in his arms and held her to him, petting and soothing as she trembled and shook in aftershocks. He bent and kissed the top of her head, smelling her perfume and the special scent of her body. He inhaled deeply, settled her closer, and kissed her again. She wriggled in his embrace and looked up at him out of tear-drenched eyes, as sweet a smile as ever he’d seen on her face, so he bent to kiss her lips and felt her hands tangle in his hair as she pulled him closer. He laid her down on the bed and settled himself beside her. For a while, they kissed and touched each other, then she bent and drew one of his nipples into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue, all the while rolling the other in her fingers. He hissed and his cock grew ever harder. One of her hands stroked over his belly and wrapped around his cock. She held him firmly and began to pump up and down until he could stand it no more. Rolling onto his back, he drew her on top of him. She was warm, tender, and inviting as she looked down on him, and he pulled gently but firmly on her nipples. She leaned forward and allowed his dick to enter her. Her eyes dilated a little as his thick, swollen cock pushed home, and then she began to ride him. He held her hips and lifted her, slamming her down again and again. He felt her pussy muscles clasp his swollen cock as he withdrew and he knew he couldn’t last long this first time. Soon his hips bucked, and as she collapsed on his chest in the throes of her second climax, he shot his seed deep within her. Oh, bugger. No condom! He knew they were both clean because she’d had to have a medical before joining the club, and he’d had his check-up the previous month and had no sexual partner since.

  “It’s okay. Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. You know I’m clean and your reputation for testing is well known at the club.”

  “All very true, pet, but I didn’t know you were on the pill, and I ought to have thought. It’s my responsibility, after all,” he said contritely.

  “Yes, and mine, too, as I’d be the one getting pregnant, even if it is a long-shot at my age. Stranger things have happened,” she replied. “Let’s agree we were both carried away. It can’t ruin our evening then.”

  “Okay, thank you. I will use a condom next time,” he said, lifting one of her hands and reversing it to kiss the pulse point on her wrist. “How about a shower now, or do you prefer a bath?”

  “I love both, but my shower is over the bath and the bathtub is so very small, it will have to be one at once if we bathe.”

  “Something to bear in mind for the next time. I have a double walk-in shower and a huge bathtub,” he said, winking at her. He was pleased to see her blush and smile. That’s good then, she’s not averse to seeing me again.

  She got up to go, but Davy stopped her as she was leaving. He gave her a swift kiss, then he pushed her against the wall. He held both hands behind her back and pinned her between himself and the wall.

  “Naughty little puss, leaving without permission. Are you asking for a sound spanking, then?”

  She struggled violently and desperately against his restraining hands.

  “Let me go. Damn you, let me go now!” she shrieked.

  Hearing the panic in her voice, he freed her and she flew into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.

  Chapter Three

  She’d loved the way he’d taken the time to go slowly and arouse her. He’d been gentle and considerate and all she could have wanted. The two orgasms were more powerful and satisfying than any she’d ever experienced. She’d enjoyed the tenderness of his caresses and his whispered words of comfort, as he patiently waited for her to come down before he took his own pleasure. Then it had all come crashing down around her ears. When he’d said, “Are you asking for a sound spanking then?” the years had rolled away. She’d heard her stepfather’s voice again, and suddenly the memory of it all came flooding back again.

  “Do as I say at once, or are you asking for a sound spanking?”

  “But, father, I’m a grown woman. I’m twenty,” she’d protested.

  “Do as I say or I’ll tan that disobedient arse of yours until you can’t sit down for a week,” he’d said in reply. “Come over here now, Miss June Bale, and bring the slipper.”

  “Father.”

  “One more word and it’s double, and in front of your brothers and sisters,” he’d said.

  Reluctantly she’d gone and bent over the back of the chair.

  “Get those knickers down,” he’d said, in a voice that boded ill if she didn’t do what he said and fast. So, she stood and pushed her panties down to the floor and, flipping up her skirt, she’d bent over the chair. He’d given her a couple of dozen hefty swats with the leather-soled slipper he loved. He knew how to wait for the sting of the first to bite before administering the next one. He made sure he covered both cheeks and the sit spots, too. She’d be sore for a good while.

  “Now get into the corner and stand with that skirt up, so that I can see your arse. I don’t care how old you are or that you have a fancy job. I’m the master in this house and if you are staying here, you will obey my orders to the letter.”

  She’d stood in the corner for half an hour. She’d refused to cry. How stupid she’d been to think that he wouldn’t spank her just because she was a grown woman and had only returned home on a visit. It wasn’t necessary to do much to merit a spanking, and even her mother felt the slipper. On one occasion when she’d backed June and defied him, he’d laid into the pair of them in front of her brothers and sisters and soundly humiliated them all. She hadn’t been able to wait to get away. She’d vowed she’d never go back, but her mother was ill and she’d risked it. She’d told her father that the doctor should be called and he’d refused, then spanked her becau
se she insisted. When he went out later that evening to visit the pub in the company of his cronies, she’d called the doctor who, knowing the situation, came round. He’d diagnosed pneumonia and sent for an ambulance. There’d been hell to pay when her father came home, the worse for drink, but he wasn’t able to get hold of her before he passed out on the kitchen floor. She’d left and gone to put up in a bed-and-breakfast. She stayed in the area long enough to see her mother recovered. In spite of all she could say, her mother had gone back to her stepfather, and so June had left. She’d vowed that no man would have that power over her. She’d show the lot of them. She sat on the lid of the closed toilet and let the memories flow over her. What am I going to do now? How can I ever face him again? Maybe I can just stay here until he goes away.

  * * * *

  Davy looked at the closed bathroom door in disbelief. What the fuck did I say? What did I do wrong? It was all going so bloody well, and now this. She was terrified. I have to find out why. How the hell am I going to convince her to come out of that bathroom? He listened at the door. She was crying and there was an occasional, snuffling sob. His heart was wrung. He couldn’t leave her like that. He examined the door and the lock. One good thing the landlord had done was to fit locks that could be opened from the outside in case anyone got locked in. He could put his thumbnail in the groove and release the lock, if he needed to, but it would be better if she came out of her own volition. He knocked on the door.

  “Juniper, please come out.”

  “No, I can’t come out. What must you think of me?”

  “I think there’s something upsetting you and I want you to tell me what it is so we can put it behind us. Please come out, my pet.”

  “I can’t just yet, give me a few minutes,” she pleaded in a small, choked voice.

  “Okay. I’m going to put the kettle on. I’ll make some tea if I can find the wherewithal. If I wreck your kitchen, it’s your own fault, my pet.” I’m an insensitive bugger. Just what she needs to hear right now. Oaf, how could you say that? He was rewarded with a small, watery chuckle so he’d done the right thing after all. He sighed and headed for the kitchen. After a short search, as the kitchen was the smallest he’d ever been in, he found tea and made a pot. He was delighted to discover a tin of Petticoat Tail shortbread. He loved the stuff. He placed everything on the small dining table in the main room, and then he called out to her. She opened the bathroom door and came out. He debated going over to her, but thought better of it. She came and sat at the table and he poured her a cup of hot tea. She had no mugs, just delicate, bone-china cups and saucers. They were plain white with a black-and-silver band around them. They looked elegant and rather expensive. When he’d turned over one of the saucers, he saw they were Wedgewood, Susie Cooper, so they were expensive.