The Dungeon Fantasy Club

by Anya Summers

  He sighed. "Very well."

  Then he released her. She scooted off the bed before he changed his mind, scampering across the cold wooden floor. At the bathroom door, she looked over her shoulder. Tobias reclined in all his masculine glory on the bed. He hadn't pulled up the covers she had tossed off herself and inadvertently him as she had left the comfort and warmth to relieve her bladder. In fact, she had never, in all her days, seen a man more at home naked, his erection jutting proudly. The sculpted muscles of his chest were relaxed but hummed with an underlying energy. And his face; the glorious angles of his chiseled jaw, the aquiline nose that was slightly crooked, and his golden amber eyes. They burned with hunger, for her.

  Her knees shook as she closed the door. She was in way over her head with this one. She knew it, but wanted him anyway. After relieving her bladder, she took a few minutes to herself, washing her face, brushing her teeth, combing her hair. She noticed a trail of dried semen on the inside of her thigh. Taking a washcloth, she rinsed the traces of white away. Not that it mattered; she was going to have sex with him again as soon as she waltzed back into her room anyway.

  Ophelia took a deep breath and opened the door. Her breath caught in her throat. Tobias stood next to the nightstand, holding leather cuffs with gold chains and a black blindfold.

  "What's this?" she squeaked, and subsequently wanted to bury herself in the nearest hole she could find. She sounded like an unschooled teenager instead of a grown woman. She straightened her spine—whatever he had planned; the new improved Ophelia would face it head on.

  He quirked his brows her way, looking more and more like a fallen archangel. One she would willingly hand over her soul to. "I think you know. I own a BDSM Club, Lia. Did you honestly think I didn't take part in the lifestyle? You know I'm a Dominant. I've gone easy on you with the restraints, but it's time for some deeper play."

  Deeper play meant he was going to tie her up, blindfold her, and then have sex with her, maybe more. The butterflies in her stomach transformed into giant flapping bats.

  "If you don't want this, tell me now, and I'll leave," Tobias murmured, with an undercurrent that belied the easy acquiescence and said he would wage a seductive war upon her sensibilities should her answer be anything but in the affirmative, and would win in the end, anyway. He intended to have her bound and at his mercy, one way or another.

  What did she want? The hell if she knew. Lately, her life had stopped making sense and she was confused over everything, from her direction in life to the simplest of decisions. Which was unlike her—usually she planned her life, lived simply, content with her lot. Everything had changed when she met Tobias. The only thing she did know in that moment was that if she said no and he left her room, she would regret it, forever.

  His body tensed, his rigid, sleek muscles reminding her of a lion about to pounce as he glowered. "Should I leave?"

  "No." She couldn't voice what she was feeling, what she wanted. She was too raw over accepting him and this whole situation to be able to respond with anything other than that single word.

  He rounded the foot of the bed and held out his hand toward her. "Come here."

  He demanded with the utter surety that his request would be obeyed without question. As if in a trance, she padded over to him, her heartrate accelerating, thumping wildly in her chest. When her palm made contact with his, the kinetic energy which always seemed present between them pulsed, fanning the inferno. The triumph in his gaze churned with carefully banked hunger. Her knees shook. He was going to eat her alive, and she was looking forward to it.

  Tobias began attaching smooth leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, the tiny golden chain attached to each cuff tinkled with his movements. Her insides quivered as he connected each chain to the four-poster bed which housed hidden rings embedded in the wooden posts. When he had finished with her restraints she stood spread eagled, facing the mattress. Then he walked over to the nightstand and collected a few more items.

  He returned to her side and laid them on the bed. Ophelia caught a glance at a series of sex toys briefly before he settled a blindfold over her eyes. She gasped as helplessness surged in her veins. She struggled, the tinkling of the chains rattling as panic rose. Her breath vised in her lungs.

  "Easy, sweetness," Tobias murmured in her ear, running his large hands down her sides.

  "First rule of this morning's session, your safeword is apple. If you are in pain or something hurts, you need to use it, especially since this will be the first time I use a flogger on you. You responded well after your spanking last night, and I have a feeling it is something you will like. Second, you will call me Master or Sir, nothing more. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir." Her voice wavered in thrilling anticipation. That had been what she thought she'd seen. A small, black leather flogger that he intended to use on her.

  "Good." He massaged the globes of her bottom, separating the two halves. Then he ran his hands over her labia and back, making her hiss. She was already wet and they'd barely begun.

  "Have you ever had anal, sweetness?" He traced a finger over her tight, puckered hole.

  "No, Sir." She trembled as his hands traveled up to cup her breasts. He gave them the same treatment as he'd done her rear; cupping and molding them against his calloused palms. He rolled the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending jolts of electro-static current straight to her vagina.

  He played with the peaks until she felt them pebble into pointed nubs. She heard a package rip, then cool metal surround one of her nipples. She gasped as it was tightened, straddling the line between pain and pleasure. Her breast throbbed and she felt moisture drip down her thighs. Tobias did the same with her left breast, pinching it into a tight point then affixing a metal clamp to the tender flesh.

  With the loss of her sight, her other senses kicked into gear. Or so she thought. She felt bereft when she couldn't feel him near her. A sense of helplessness washed over her, and of loss. She didn't want to be left alone. Just when she was about to call out for him, say the safeword, the sense of abandonment so acute she couldn't stand it much longer, his tongue stabbed into her pussy.

  "Ah." She strained against the bonds, her head falling back as his tongue proceeded to fuck her pussy. His tongue lashed the slick folds of her sex. Her breaths shuddered out of her lungs. The ball of need that slammed through her system was akin to the force of an atom bomb hitting her body. He was merciless in his siege, nipping at the delicate folds. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth until it swelled. Thrusting his tongue inside her channel, mimicking his cock.

  When she neared the edge of a sharp and devastating orgasm, he sucked her clit into a rigid point. Cool metal slid against the distended nub, making her whole body stiffen as he tightened the tiny clamp around the ultra-sensitive flesh. Pleasure-pain sparked in her core, the clamp pushing her body into a tightrope act. She felt him move away from her pussy and whimpered. He was torturing her. The sound of another package being ripped open sounded in the space between them. Her breath hitched as she waited, eager with titillating anticipation as every nerve ending in her body stood to attention.

  She nearly jumped out of her skin when Tobias' hands touched her rear once again, caressing the smooth globes and pulling the halves apart. One hand spread lube over her anus, then a long finger pressed inside her back channel. Her muscles clenched, resisting the foreign intrusion.

  "Relax, sweetness. Deep breaths, okay? I'm just getting you ready for my cock."

  At his seductive words, her body unwound, opening to his finger as he pressed the lube-coated digit inside. She wanted to please him, she realized, drawing in deep, steadying breaths. As she did so, his finger pushed in and out, her muscles stretching to accommodate one, then two of his fingers as he thrust them inside.

  Her body was on fire—between the sensations of the clamps on her most sensitive areas, to his fingers fucking her ass; she was on the verge, her nerve endings tightening with each stroke of his fingers.<
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  Her head lolled forward when he withdrew his fingers from her body. She stiffened when he placed a cylinder plug coated in lube against the puckered hole.

  "Easy, sweetness. You're doing beautifully," he murmured as she felt him push the plug, a grouping of latex beads that increased in size, past the tight ring of muscle until it was buried deep within her rear.

  Her system felt charred; little by little the flames scorched hotter, brighter, and more vivid than anything she'd ever experienced. Tobias moved and then ran the flogger with its strips of soft leather, over her skin. He teased her pert areolas with the strands, caressing them, making them swell with need. He rapped the balled ends against her pussy in gentle, playful strokes. Then he trailed the strands over the back of her neck, down past her shoulder blades. Then he shifted, caressing her calves and the insides of her thighs with the smooth leather. He caressed every square inch of her flesh with the flogger except for her bottom.

  Her sense of eagerness, as he softly stroked her body, still avoiding her rear, grew with every caress. Then he withdrew the flogger. Thirteen leather strands snapped against her bottom. The burning sting made her eyes water. The next whack on the opposite cheek ignited a fire in her backside. He methodically tanned her rear with the flogger, increasing her ardor with every lash.

  Flames licked her insides as each blow made her pussy tremor and her ass tighten around the plug. Stroke after stroke, Tobias knew what he was about, knew how to back off, just how to strike so that each lash added to her pleasure.

  Somewhere in the midst of all of it, her securely held control snapped, and Ophelia unraveled, panting, begging, and gasping with each crack against her flesh, sizzling her system to the precipice of mindless need. There was an abyss just outside her reach, one that she felt would be more complete, ultimately more earth-shattering than anything she'd experienced. She had no secrets with him, feeling as exposed as a raw nerve ending, and instead of being terrified by it, Ophelia felt freer than she ever had before.

  She whined when he stopped, the burn in her ass dominating her being. He removed the plug from her back channel. She was about to protest the lack when she felt the head of his cock against her back entrance. Tobias growled as he pushed the head of his penis past the tight ring. He gently pressed forward, burrowing his thick length until she felt his large balls pressed against her buttocks as he seated himself to the hilt inside her ass.

  He stilled, not moving as her body adjusted the fullness, his fingers digging into her hips. Pleasure spread as her body expanded. She noticed she was making little mewling noises as she panted. Then Tobias moved, shuttling his length in and out of her ass in slow languid strokes. He grunted, his hips increased their thrusting until he established a fast, brutal hammering, his thick length slamming inside her back channel.

  The sound of his thrusts, his balls slapping against her tender flesh, combined with her moans, sent her into the stratosphere. She was one big ball of need. He pummeled her ass. Sweat coated her skin. Her pussy quivered. Her breasts ached. His hands moved up to grip her sensitized breasts, rubbing the tight peaks encased in clamps. She keened when he released both nipples. Lava thundered in her veins and she came apart. Flames erupted in her pussy, her ass shuddered against the furious pounding of his cock ramming inside her. His hands kneaded her swollen and painful nipples. She was sure she'd have bruises on them from the rough treatment.

  He didn't give her a chance to come down from her orgasm; just kept his brutally fast pace, pistoning his hips in rapid succession. The orgasm never seemed to wane, only increase with the furious ass fucking he was giving her. He penetrated her ass, thundering his length as it throbbed, thickening as he neared his own release. One of his hands snaked down to her pussy, stroking her nether lips, rubbing the tight bud, playing with the clamp.

  Volts of electricity surged inside her pussy, the walls clenching, quivering, and then he released her clit from the clamp while he slammed inside her ass. She screamed her orgasm. Wave upon wave smashed her system to bits as she rode the shattering crests as he plunged in rapid sequence, the hot seed of his own release spurting, pouring hot jets of cum inside her back channel.

  The world receded as the flutters and spasms dwindled. He held her close. His head rested in the crook of her neck, holding her tight, still embedded in her ass. Her limbs were limp and she sagged against him. Tears streamed from her blindfolded eyes.

  She was in another realm of existence, feeling weightless and spacy. She moaned a little as she felt Tobias withdraw his penis and body from her. She barely noticed as he undid her restraints, removing the blindfold. She would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor had he not scooped her up the moment the cuffs were unshackled. He hoisted her into his arms, cradling her close, and padded into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he gingerly placed her on the bench and started the water.

  As the hot water streamed down, he filled a washcloth with soap, knelt before her and washed her everywhere, including her most intimate parts, cleaning away the semen and lube. His fingers in her hair, as he shampooed and rinsed her, were out of this world. She was too weak to stand on her own and allowed him to care for her. It was a wholly unique experience. She didn't believe she'd ever been so fully and tenderly cared for as he shut off the shower. Enveloping her in a fluffy white towel, he rubbed her body dry.

  He carried her from the bathroom, depositing her in the bed, sliding in next to her. He held her close as she drifted off, kissing her temple.

  "Get some rest, sweetness," he murmured against her forehead.

  Her eyes slid closed on a sigh. When was the last time she had felt this happy?

  Chapter 7

  When Ophelia opened her eyes for the second time that morning, she discovered herself alone. If it weren't for the muscle soreness and tenderness in her posterior, she would have chalked last night up to a dream. A really explicit, highly erotic, mega-watt fantasy, but a dream nonetheless. Except it had been real; every single mind-blowing orgasm.

  The power Tobias held over her, his ability to melt her insides and resolve with merely a glance, made her uneasy. She had surrendered everything to him without question last night; her body, her soul, and part of an organ she'd thought long buried. Was she that dependent upon his praise, his acceptance, and his touch? He'd blustered past any barriers she had and decimated them as he fucked her into the stratosphere. The admission from his lips that he was a Dominant, had made a puzzle piece fall into place. But was what they had a basis for a relationship, or just good times between the sheets? His upset over her leaving him after their first night together had been real, she'd felt it.

  One of the reasons why she seldom dated, apart from her obsession with eighteenth century fictional men, was because too many of the men she'd interacted with were weak-willed ninnies. They were more adept at discovering the latest metrosexual craze than they were at being a man. That didn't mean she wanted an asshole, far from it. Los Angeles had its fair share of men who thoroughly believed they were God's gift to womankind, moving from one beach bunny fashionista to the next in search of a perfection they would never find. Yet even those men, when pressed, lacked surety of confidence in themselves.

  Whereas Tobias entered a room and every other male dimmed in comparison. She had never questioned what he was going to do to her last night, and then once again this morning. A part of her trusted him inexplicably, knowing that he would push her to her limits, and test her, but never break her. Where her fear really lay was in letting him see the truth, know about the horrible thing she had done that had repercussions she still felt to this day. Six years ago, she'd killed her parents. She was the reason they'd died in that car accident. It was her greatest shame. One she would never escape.

  If it hadn't been for her temper tantrum the night before, they might still be alive. She'd been marginally upset over the fact that she wanted to go to the ski lodge with her friends at the start of her senior year. It was an annual tradition that sen
iors at her high school did each year, and Ophelia had wanted to ride with her tight clique of friends. They were all meeting up early for lunch before meeting the bus caravan to Big Bear Lake. When her parents had explained they couldn't get her to her ski trip until the designated school meet-up time, Ophelia had thrown a temper tantrum, screaming at them how unfair they were when all she needed was a ride to meet her friend's parents.

  If she'd been less of a spoiled brat, then they never would have rushed on the way back from their appointment the next morning. Never would have lost control of their SUV and rolled it down an embankment off the 405. She'd shut off after that, her emotions went into hibernation mode, and she'd stopped living. There'd been days on which she had wished she'd been with them that morning.

  Then, in a strange turn of events, somehow, someway, the flogging had soothed some of her raging guilt more than any of the tears she'd cried over the last six years. Ophelia didn't understand it. Couldn't wrap her brain around why she'd had that specific reaction to the punishment. And it left her with so many questions about who she was at her core that her knee-jerk reaction was to burrow back inside her protective shell until the feeling dulled and passed. What did enjoying the flogging, the pain of it a balm to her senses, make her? Deranged? Sadistic? Or just plain pathetic?

  Tobias had taken such tender care of her after their lovemaking. She'd never had a man wash and tend to her that way, ensuring that she was comfortable. Her heart fluttered beneath her breast. If she weren't careful, and didn't rein this relationship onto even footing, she'd lose herself in him, ceding him emotions she'd thought had died long ago on the 405.

  Emerging from the bed, her muscles protested the movement. Her body felt like she'd run a marathon with a survivalist obstacle course included, she was so sore from last night. In all the carnal indulgences of the previous night, she'd almost forgotten the main reason she'd flown five thousand miles. Although her sister's announcement had changed everything, and Ophelia wondered if she should even try to talk Zoey into coming home. Would she even listen to Ophelia at this point?