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

by Clair de Lune

  “Wait,” she said. She stood up and turned off the TV, and then she put on a CD and began to strip for him. His cock nearly burst out of his jeans as she undid her blouse button by button, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. She slipped the top off her shoulders, and then she allowed it to flow through her fingers and fall to the floor in a rustle of silk. She swayed and dipped in time to the music, as she opened the zip of her trousers and pushed them oh-so-slowly down over her hips to the floor. Stepping out of them daintily, she continued to dance in time to the music as she placed them over a chairback. She turned back to Davy, who was convinced his mouth was hanging open. Her straight, jet-black hair fanned out around her shoulders as she twirled. The black stockings with their wide lace tops suited her gorgeous legs. She slipped one suspender off one stocking, and then she sat on the chair and slowly rolled the stocking down to her ankle, before slipping it off her foot. She took it in her hands and stood up. She turned around and, using the stocking as if it were a towel, ran it up and down her back. She glanced over her shoulder at Davy and pouted. She repeated the performance with the other stocking and Davy was getting uncomfortable. His jeans felt as if they were two sizes too small. Thank goodness she has little left to take off. I’m going to come in my jeans at this rate and what a waste that would be.

  Juniper reached up and behind her to unhook her bra. The confection of pearl-gray lace didn’t fall to the floor as he’d expected but remained unhooked and attached to her heavy breasts. She giggled and peeled it away from them. Turning, she twirled the bra over her head in one hand as she did an exaggerated model walk over to the chair. The globes of her delicious arse wobbled under their covering of pearl-gray lace. Davy licked lips gone suddenly very dry. She walked back toward him in the same way, and then, turning so that she had her back to him, she bent over. His eyes almost popped out as the fabric was stretched tautly over her backside and very, very slowly, she slipped her knickers down over her hips, leaving her swollen pussy lips on full view.

  Davy could stand it no longer. He stood up, dropped his pants, and seizing her by the waist, he sank his throbbing dick into her pussy folds.

  “Grip your ankles, and hold on tight,” he said in a voice thick with arousal.

  “Yes, oh yes. Fuck me, Davy. Fuck me hard and fast,” she pleaded.

  He withdrew slowly, and then he rammed his dick deep into her pussy, angling her so that every stroke stimulated her G-spot. She moaned and panted.

  “More, harder, faster, please.”

  He obliged. Soon, he was thrusting in and out of her, as fast as he could. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate, so he let go of her hips with one hand and reached around to rub a firm thumb over her swollen clit. She shrieked as her climax flowed over her and he felt the squeezing, milking contractions of her pussy muscles rip his own orgasm from him. Then his legs buckled and he fell back on the sofa, still buried deep within her. She fell on top of him and they lay for a while in a tangle of limbs, unable to move. After a while, she got up and he followed. They made their way into the bathroom and took a shower together. Davy took a soft washcloth, applied soap and slowly and carefully he washed her, making it a sensual and loving experience for her. When he had done, she was panting and aroused, he gave her a washcloth and she proceeded to caress his whole body with it. The hot water cascading over them, the spicy scent of the shower gel, and her hands on his body all inflamed his senses and he seized her and kissed her. It was a long, deep, and demanding kiss. His tongue sought to possess her mouth, and she surrendered to him, molding her body to his. One hand clasped the back of his neck, and he growled low in his throat as he explored her mouth. He felt his cock grow hard and he lifted her, pressing her back to the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, and he entered her. With each long, hard thrust, she moaned and kissed him deeply. He felt her pussy muscles clasp his dick as he pumped in and out of her. At the same time, he lifted her and slammed her down. She screamed his name as she came, and as her pussy muscles spasmed, squeezing his cock, his orgasm rolled over him, in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. He staggered as his legs wobbled. She let her legs slip from around his waist and tried to stand but she, too, was wobbly. He held her to him until they both recovered, and then they washed and toweled dry. Hand in hand, they went to the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and she lay down.

  “I love the smell of sheets that have been dried outdoors,” she said, lying back on the pillows, her glorious hair, still damp from the shower, fanned out over the pillow and her huge eyes full of love for him. He lay down beside her and pulled the covers over them and cuddled her close. She smelled of the spicy shower gel and he breathed in deeply, savouring the moment. He gathered her into his arms, settling her head on his shoulder as she laced her fingers with his and placed their joined hands on his chest over his heart. He realised that she was fast becoming an obsession and he didn’t want to live without her.

  Chapter Seven

  When she got up the next day, Juniper smelled the coffee. She got out of bed and made her way slowly to the shower. I’m stiff and sore in some places, but was it worth it. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face, and she winked at herself in the mirror over the washbasin. She got into the shower, meaning to be quick, but the scent of the shower gel brought back memories from the night before. She felt her arousal grow as she leaned against the wall, closed her eyes and remembered. This will never do. I must pull myself together. I can’t spend all day dreaming about our time together like some lovesick teenager. Time to plan what I intend to do next. She got out of the shower, and as she dried herself on the soft, fluffy towels, she began to hum “Loch Lomond,” which she knew had been written by a prisoner awaiting execution in the cells of Carlisle castle. It was one of her favourites and she loved Runrig’s updated rock version of it. Once she’d dressed and made the bed, she went into the kitchen, where Davy sat, so deep in thought that he didn’t see her at first.

  He looks sad and worried. No wonder, as he’s lost everything and now he has to start all over again. It’s my fault, too. If I hadn’t been so keen to teach that yob a lesson they’d never have targeted me and through me, Davy. When that dawns on him, he’s going to hate me. Just when I found a man I could trust and respect. So what am I going to do, then? I’m bloody well not going to give in. All my life I’ve had to fight for what I wanted. It’s all the sweeter when it comes to me like that. Time to do battle.

  She straightened her spine and padded over to the coffeepot in her bare feet. She served herself a large cup, sat down at the table, and wrapped her hands around the cup. The dark, delicious smell of the first cup of coffee of the day made her lick her lips in anticipation.

  “I love it when you do that. It reminds me what you’re capable of with that delightful tongue of yours.” Davy’s voice made her jump and she slopped some of the hot coffee over her hand.

  “Damnation! Did you have to make me jump?” she asked tartly as she put down her cup with a snap and sucked her fingers into her mouth.

  “Sorry, pet. Come here,” Davy said, a smile in his eyes. He led her to the sink and made her hold her hand under the flow of the cold-water tap. She wriggled, trying to pull away when the cold bit into her hand.

  “Stay there. If you leave your hand under the flow for a while, the burn won’t hurt so badly and the sting won’t last so long,” he insisted. So she capitulated. It seems I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, and always to him.

  Davy turned off the tap, dried her hand, and lifted the affected part to his lips, kissing it better. Tears sprang to her eyes at the memory of her mother kissing her better, after one of her stepfather’s punishments.

  “What is it, pet? What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” Davy asked anxiously.

  “No. It’s not you. I was just remembering something,” she said in a voice thick with tears.

  “There, there, it’s all right now,” Davy said, gathering her into his arms. To his consternatio
n, she burst into tears.

  “Now what have I said, love?”

  “Just the exact same words again that my mother used to say, after he beat me. It wasn’t all right then, and it isn’t all right now,” she sobbed.

  “Whoa, what’s not all right now?”

  “You’ve lost everything, and it’s all my fault,” she said in a tearful voice. Stupid, stupid. I never meant to fall apart like this. No man likes to be cried at. What’s he going to think of me? How can I have so lost control of myself? This isn’t fighting for him. I’m making a bloody mess of things again. What’s the matter with me? Why can’t I control my feelings around him?

  “Now, Juniper, you know that’s not true. Ned and Jared picked a fight with you. You had to win it. They shouldn’t have challenged you if they couldn’t deal with the possibility of losing. You didn’t make them look fools. They did that themselves, and then they had to blame you in order to save face. We don’t even know for certain if it’s that lot that burned the club. Even though the police are questioning them, it might just be a coincidence.”

  “I don’t believe in coincidences,” she said rather thickly, and her voice sounded really pathetic. No bloody wonder. Here you are, always in charge yet around Davy you fall apart and then weep all over him and sniffle into his clean shirt. Nice one, Juniper.

  “I have some decisions to make, Juniper, but one decision I made the day I first saw you. I want you. I don’t just want you for a fling, either. I want you in my life from now on. I want you to know that no club is worth the risk of harm to you,” Davy said.

  Juniper was stunned. He’s thinking of abandoning his club and all he’s worked for.

  “No!”

  “Don’t you want that, too?”

  “No, I mean, yes. I mean…I don’t want you to give up your club on my account. You’ve worked so hard for so long,” she explained.

  “Well, we don’t know what’s going to happen and I haven’t made a choice yet. I’m still considering options. Now drink that coffee, we have to go shopping.”

  Juniper did as she was bid. Her mind was reeling, and she had a lot to think about. During the shopping trip, she was distant and preoccupied. Davy tried to get her to talk several times but at last, he gave up. She was glad. She needed to think, but she knew he was watching her closely as they chose fruit and vegetables and some fish and chicken to store in the freezer. When they had milk, bread, and cereals, they paid and went back to the car. Once back at the club, they carried all their purchases upstairs and Juniper put them away.

  “I need some time to think, Davy. I’m going for a walk by the river. I’ll be back before it’s time to make dinner,” she said. She put on her jacket, kissed his cheek and went out, leaving him alone.

  * * * *

  Juniper left the flat and crossed the road, then through the park to walk along the riverbank. I can’t let him do this. If he does, he will resent it eventually and blame me. We shall have to go back down there. Well, that just means that I’m not giving him up. Am I willing to do whatever it takes? So can I submit to him? That’s the question. Can I do that in his club in Sheffield and take whatever ridicule that lot throw at me? He’s willing to give up everything for me, all he’s worked for, so why can’t I do this small thing? But it’s not small. It goes against all I worked hard for, all I’ve tried to become. Why did I become like that? Because I wanted to show my stepfather, and any other man of his sort, that they had no more power over me. They couldn’t best me. Davy isn’t like that. He’s understanding and has never demanded my submission in public. In private, I can give it freely, so why not in public? It’s a small step. Maybe I can do it here, where my friends are, and get used to it where I have support. Then when we go back to Sheffield, I will be strong enough to take whatever they throw at me. I’ll be my own woman and do what makes me happy, not react to what they are and their perceptions of me. I can only try for both our sakes.

  Suddenly she felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She’d made a decision. It hadn’t been easy, but once she had decided, she’d stick with it as she always did and make it work. She turned around and walked briskly back to the flat. She held her head high and smiled.

  Dressed in a scarlet-and-black corset with her black stockings with the wide lace tops, her scarlet knickers barely hidden by the wispy, red-silk skirt and her black-patent boots with the three-inch heels, she felt all-powerful. She’d added a false plait in scarlet to her long, black hair and the black spider-webs on her eyelids and cheeks. She felt she could accomplish anything and take on anyone and win.

  When Davy saw her, he whistled in appreciation.

  “If we weren’t late already, I’d ravish you here and now. You look good enough to eat,” he said. She threw him a coquettish look over her shoulder.

  “Promises, promises. I’ll hold you to those later,” she said breathlessly. We’d better get out of here and into the club before I ravish him. He looks delicious. Davy was wearing his usual outfit for the club. His canvas trousers and waistcoat were freshly pressed. His long, brown hair lay in a thick plait down his back and was tied with a leather thong. He was bare-footed and she looked with desire at the long, slim, elegant feet. He was altogether gorgeous. She couldn’t stop herself. She licked her lips. Davy growled and she ran out of the flat, pursued by a large, aroused Dom bent on having his way with her. She laughed and giggled as she ran lightly down the stairs, taking care not to trip on her heels. She had a head start, but he was catching her up, fast. She got to the bottom of the stairs, and suddenly a crowd of her friends surrounded her, all talking at once.

  “Juniper, how wonderful, are you back for good?” Salvador exclaimed in his delicious foreign voice.

  “Mistress, I’ve missed you so,” Devil said, his glorious hair framing his head like a halo.

  “My dear Juniper, so good to have you back,” Lucifer said as he took her hand and raised it to his lips. She smiled warmly at him. That was a long speech for Lucifer.

  “Mistress Juniper, I’ve so much to tell you,” Rose burbled, obviously pregnant and glowing.

  “Juniper, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Hari exclaimed.

  “Mistress, it’s good to see you again,” Olaf said. Those twins were so handsome.

  “My dear, let me welcome you back to the club,” Valkyrie said and bent to kiss her cheek, momentarily releasing Virginia from his grasp.

  “I do hope you have all you need in the flat,” Virginia said.

  * * * *

  Davy got to the bottom of the stairs too late to wreak vengeance on Juniper for her teasing, but in good time to see the crowd of people gather around her and hear how she laughingly answered all their questions. She had a word or two for everyone and the flush in her cheeks and her sparkling eyes, full of mischief, told him that she was in her element. How can I take her away from this? She’s like a different person here. If I’d any doubts at all then this little scene would have wiped them all away. We’re staying here. I’d better speak to Valkyrie. I know she’ll want to be in this club. If he doesn’t have an opening for a Domme it doesn’t matter, we can just be members. Maybe it will be better that way, then she won’t be tied to clients. She can take on whoever she really wants to. Davy nodded to Valkyrie.

  “Can I have a word, Valkyrie?”

  “Certainly. Alone, or can Virginia stay?”

  “Virginia can certainly stay,” Davy said.

  “Let’s get a drink and find somewhere comfortable to sit. It looks as if Juniper is going to be mobbed for a while yet,” Valkyrie suggested. They got bottles of ice-cold water and took them to a secluded conversation area.

  “Well what can I do for you, old son?” Valkyrie asked, a quizzical look on his face.

  “The club is a write-off. I’ve been debating whether to rebuild or sell the site. I have had a very good offer for the land as it stands, and I mean to accept it,” Davy said.

  “Mmm. So Davy Jones’s Locker won’t rise l
ike a phoenix from the ashes. How will you like not being the owner of a club?”

  “I have something else in my life now,” Davy said, looking over at Juniper.

  “You have to be certain that this is what you want to do. You must have no regrets or she will blame herself,” Valkyrie said, looking at her with such a softened expression on his face that Davy woulld have suspected Valkyrie had a tendre for Juniper himself, were it not for the fact that he was so obviously in love with Virginia. He did train her, after all, so it’s no wonder he’s fond of her.

  “She’s part of our family. The Blood Red Rose Club family,” Valkyrie said, unconsciously clearing up Davys unspoken doubt. “So what do you want from me?”

  “I want us both to become members of your club. We shall be looking for a house in the Lake District. She won’t have to work as a Domme, but if she wants to do the odd scene, I won’t object.”

  “Are you so sure she’s a Domme?” Virginia asked, startling Davy.

  “She says she is.”

  “That’s not what I asked. She says she’s a Domme but she doesn’t act like that around you,” Virginia added.

  “Now, my love, that’s for them to sort out,” Valkyrie said and Virginia said no more, but she’d gone straight to the root of the problem, and until that was solved, they couldn’t be at peace. He’d have to talk to her about it.

  * * * *

  Meeting her old friends and being accepted back as a valued member of the club made Juniper realize just how much she’d missed this place, missed them, and the atmosphere. They were all so friendly and accepting. No one laid traps for her, no one minded what she was, and they all took her at face value. If I want to be his sub, no one here will ridicule me for my decision. No one will think it odd. If I want to be a Domme from time to time, then they will accept that, too. I’m among friends here. More than that, I’m with my family. In that case, I can be myself. If he can give up so much for me, this is a small thing in comparison. Best do it now before I start to haver. Happiness is what counts. By this time, Valkyrie had left Davy. She went over to him and asked him. He looked a little startled, but he went into his office and came out with what she’d asked for.