The Dungeon Fantasy Club

by Anya Summers

  "But I can't do anything right."

  "By whose measurements? You come highly recommended by the team at Bridal Dreams, you are bravely entering the world of BDSM even with your inherent shyness and reserved nature, you took a job in a foreign country, and you have managed to turn this Dom's head to the point where I can't find it in me to want another sub but you. So in my view, you're doing more than a few things right."

  At her startled expression, he rubbed her lip and gave her a gentle kiss. But he kept it at that. Right now she needed tenderness and care, not his lust. Her eyes filled again but there was a new light in them, with a calmness that had not been there since he'd first come upon her in her workroom.

  "When was the last time you ate something?" he asked.

  "Um."

  "That long ago, huh? As I suspected. Let's get you something to eat and put you to bed, shall we?"

  "So we're not going to…"

  "Elise, part of a Dom's job with his sub is to make sure she is taken care of, which doesn't always mean sex or a scene. We have other nights ahead of us on which we can continue with your sub training. For tonight, let me just take care of you."

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  With that he hefted her off his lap, stood, and carried her into the bathroom. He ran the bath water, and then helped her disrobe, taking infinite care with her as she wobbled on her feet. She just seemed so small and dainty next to his big frame. He deposited her in the water.

  "Lie back and relax. I'm going to call up some room service."

  When she followed his command, he left her soaking the tub. Tyler called Mrs. Stewart on the house phone and ordered some comfort food. She needed something hearty that would stick to her ribs. And then, with an eye toward the door, he called Declan, leaving him a message. At this time of night, Declan and Zoey were already in the club or otherwise occupied, but he trusted Declan to get on the horn to Zeke and Chase. Between them, there was something that could be done to fix Elise's problems.

  Satisfied that he'd taken steps to help her resolve these issues, he went to the dresser and pulled out one of her nightgowns. Tyler joined Elise back in the bathroom, and proceeded to help her wash her body, scrubbing her back and washing her hair. Then he helped her from the tub, toweling her body down and blow-drying her hair. He dressed her in her nightgown and when he was satisfied that color had returned to her cheeks, led her back into the bedroom, where Mrs. Stewart had already delivered the meal.

  He sat her at the table and served her a big steaming bowl of baked potato soup.

  "Eat," he ordered.

  As if on autopilot, Elise acceded to his wishes and began eating her bowl of soup. He set a mug of chamomile and lavender tea down in front of her. As much as he thought she could use a shot of brandy, the tea would be gentler on her constitution. Although, after tonight, the brandy would have been more for his sake than for hers.

  When she stopped eating, her soup bowl still more than half full.

  "Please eat all of it, Elise. You will feel better."

  When she nodded her head and complied, he wanted nothing more than to cuddle her close. He'd asked for the hearty soup so that it would fill her up and load her body with some carbs. Already her eyes were drooping with exhaustion from crying, and having a full belly would help her fall asleep better.

  Elise finished the last bite and drank a few sips of her tea.

  "Why don't you go brush your teeth, and then we'll put you to bed."

  She did as he asked, treading silently into the bathroom. He turned down her sheets, switching off lights until the only one that remained on by the time she re-entered was the one on her nightstand. He held out a hand to her. She approached him, her footsteps dragging as weariness suffused her body.

  "Thank you, Tyler." She kissed his cheek before climbing into her bed with his assistance. He felt the small peck all the way into his soul.

  "You're most welcome. Get some sleep, and we'll talk more in the morning."

  He flipped off the light and strode toward the hall door. He had the handle in his hand when Elise's voice stopped him.

  "Tyler?"

  "Yes," he murmured, unmoving.

  "Could you hold me?"

  It was the slight tremble in her voice that did him in. Instead of opening the door, he flipped the lock and changed his course. He walked to her bed, shadowy moonlight the only light streaming in through the curtains. Elise sat in the lake of a bed, holding the covers to her chest. He disrobed, laying his clothes upon the bench at the foot of the bed until he wore nothing but his boxer briefs. And then he was climbing into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms until she was nestled at his side.

  He kissed her temple. "Get some sleep."

  He felt her sigh against him, her breathing evened out, and she drifted into sleep. While he lay there and watched her, so trusting and delicate, Tyler feared he might have altered his own course tonight. And for the life of him, he wasn't sorry about it.

  What had started out as a conquest to train a new sub had morphed, and he wasn't entirely sure what that meant for him and his life. Only he knew he wanted her in it, and not just for the night.

  The stars danced their way halfway through the heavens before sleep finally claimed him.

  Chapter 7

  Elise's eyes fluttered open and for a brief suspended moment, she enjoyed the sight that met her gaze. Her face lay on Tyler's firm, sculpted shoulder. A small puddle of drool had accumulated under her mouth on his pectoral beneath her chin. His chest rose and fell in slumber, his faced relaxed, making him look younger. Elise had one arm tossed over his expansive chest, the heat from his large body more like a boiler. He had his arm wrapped around her body, with his hand resting against her hip. One of her legs had moved during the night and intertwined with his.

  Elise should be embarrassed at her lack of decorum, at her willingness to trust him and use him as a pillow, except she couldn't remember the last time she'd slept so well. Judging by the light streaming in through the curtains, night had fully passed, which meant she'd slept more than eight hours. Probably closer to ten, by her reckoning. And she never would have done so without Tyler.

  For the first time in what seemed liked eons, Elise felt well rested, alert, and more positive about life, and knew with a certainty that Tyler was the reason behind it. Looking at him now, deep in sleep, so unassuming and strong, made her feel things, want things she had no business wanting. Except, at this particular moment, she didn't care what her reasons were as to why she shouldn't get involved with him, or why she should be cautious in her approach. All she knew was that no man had even taken such sweet care of her as he'd done the night before. She still couldn't believe how much of a meltdown she'd had last night.

  Her fingers traced over his chest, no longer denying her urge to touch him. Scraping through the dark whorls of hair to the flat disk of his nipple, she played with the nub, watching it pebble into a hard point. She flattened her palm, smoothing it down over the tapered line of his happy trail. Her fingers tracing the muscular divots of his twelve pack abs. Elise's hand reached his victory lines, grazed them with her nails, and then she stopped as the rest of him disappeared below the sheet. Her hand hovered, tracing back and forth with the line of demarcation, wondering whether she should explore him further.

  "Don't let a sheet stop you, continue," Tyler's sleepy bedroom voice mumbled.

  Elise tilted her head and the stark hunger in Tyler's eyes made desire blossom to life in her blood. She licked her suddenly parched lips, breaking contact with his gaze for fear she'd go up in flames. And then she turned her attention back to the sheet slung low over Tyler's hips and the sizeable bulge beneath.

  Before she lost her courage, she shoved the sheet off, revealing Tyler's black boxer briefs. Her hand, of its own volition, trailed along the edge where his underwear stopped. It was the firm bulge of his manhood that drew her gaze. She slid her hand beneath the band and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
She stroked him, amazed by the smooth firmness of his wide penis.

  At Tyler's hissed groan, Elise moved, wanting more from him, wanting to give him something for the tender care he shown her the previous night. She released his member and knelt next to him. Bending over him, she drew his boxer briefs down over his hips, freeing his bulging erection.

  He was beautiful, was all she could think. Long and thick, the hair neatly trimmed, displaying full, heavy testes beneath. The smooth head had a pearly drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Elise licked her lips and descended. Gripping his shaft in her hand, she brought her mouth down, wanting to taste him, to love him this way more than she'd ever wanted to with a man before. She stole a glance at Tyler right before she took him into her mouth and the look on his face made her pant. Her tongue shot out, licking up the milky pre-cum first. Enjoying his salty, Tyler-esque, smoky flavor, she teased her tongue over his cock head, circling the ridge before enveloping the head and drawing him into her mouth.

  He was so long and thick she could only take him about halfway into her mouth. Was it any wonder she'd come so many times with him, that he'd spent the better part of half an hour or more eating her out? He was by far the most well endowed man of her acquaintance. Elise used her hands in conjunction with her mouth as she sucked on Tyler's cock.

  He let her set the pace and have control for about five minutes. This was more than she thought she'd be given as she bobbed up and down his length. Then his hands crept into her hair and he began moving her head over his length at the pace he dictated. While most women might have minded, Elise reveled in the hurried thrusts as he rolled his hips.

  To help, she placed her hands on either side of his hips as he thrust. She shot her gaze up to Tyler, keeping her stare fixed on his as he pumped his cock inside her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks and opened wider, feeling moisture dampen her inner thighs. Then she moved one of her hands to his heavy sac, rolling his balls and massaging them as he thrust. At his guttural growl, she gripped them tight and he roared. His cock lengthened and swelled, jerking as hot semen erupted into her mouth.

  Elise drank his cum, enjoying the hot, salty taste of him. He shuddered and thrust until the quaking tremors of his orgasm ceased. She released his dick with a slight suctioning sound, her breaths coming in short, shallow pants as she regarded him. But he didn't give her time to come down, yanking her up his body, flipping them both until he was wedged over her.

  Tyler's mouth slashed down over hers, evoking a murmured groan. The man could do whatever he wanted to her as long as he didn't stop kissing her. She was quickly becoming addicted to them, to the way his lips plundered and claimed her very soul. Tyler kissed with his whole being, putting everything he was into a dueling tangle of tongue, teeth, and lips, and it made him irresistible. The apocalypse could start, with the rest of the world falling away, and Elise wouldn't care as long as Tyler kept kissing her.

  When he broke the kiss, she whimpered. But it shifted into an open mouthed moan as he enveloped and drew her breast into his mouth just as his fingers slid beneath her folds and flicked over her already sensitive clit. He sucked and teased, flicking his tongue across the engorged peak as he slid two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting them in to the hilt.

  The dual sensations were intoxicating, and Elise was barreling toward climax as he added a third finger to his ardent drives. She canted her hips, meeting his onslaught, gripping his shoulders as he nipped at her breast. Her body exploded in delicious waves, clasping at his fingers as her pussy quivered around him.

  But Tyler wasn't done with her, or so it seemed, as his mouth traveled over her trembling abdomen until he dipped his head between her spread thighs and claimed her with his lips. He applied the same earth-shattering diligence to giving her oral as he did when he kissed her. His tongue would flick and circle her clitoris, and then lick through her folds before diving inside her pussy and playing with her g-spot. It was a pattern he established, hell bent on torturing her, she was sure of it, with pleasure. She gripped at the bedsheets as he snaked his tongue over and around her nub in a series of fast flicks that left her writhing, little mewls tumbling from her lips. When she tried to thrust her hips against his glorious mouth he held her steady, not allowing her movement or release, just increasing the torture, and she could do nothing as waves of pleasure bombarded her system, making her mindless with need. She was so near the precipice of release, but he wouldn't let her come, driving her body higher and tighter in on itself as he plunged his tongue inside her sheath in a series of tormenting swishes.

  And then he swallowed her swollen clit into his mouth and bit down. Elise's body arched and bowed back as she screamed.

  "Ahhh."

  Her pussy walls shuddered and spasmed around his tongue as she came, moisture flooding her center. And he never let go of her taut bud, just slurped on the tiny nub as her climax ebbed and flowed.

  Then Tyler's big frame rose up over her, wedging itself between her thighs before he stiffened and cursed. "I don't have any—"

  She cut him off, putting a hand on his cheek, feeling the tiny pinpricks of his shadow beard. "I'm on the pill," she lied, not wanting to divulge her secret. "And I'm clean." Not a lie.

  "If you're certain." He held still above her, the head of his cock full and engorged near her entrance.

  In response, she canted and rolled her hips against his length. With a growl, he gripped her hands, placing them over her head as he nudged his cock against her entrance. Tyler slammed his cock home and Elise saw stars. He kept her hands restrained as he pumped his hips. The delicious fullness of his cock as he pushed inside, the way he stretched her tissues to accommodate his wide girth, set all of the nerve endings in her pussy on fire.

  She was ablaze as he thrust. She met him stroke for stroke as flames engulfed her body. He hammered his cock inside her and her body welcomed his, pulling him deeper, wanting him to become a part of her. He lifted her legs so that they circled his hips, giving him deeper access as he slammed his cock inside, skittering along her g-spot and boiling her world down to only him and the riveting feel of him moving inside her.

  Her body coiled in on itself as he drove her pleasure higher. Elise realized the breathy moans reaching her ears were her own as she stared into his blue eyes, turned black in their fervent desire. And through it all he watched her response, changing the angle of his thrusts to elicit more from her body, to wring more pleasure from her.

  Her body reached the pinnacle of the rollercoaster and plunged over the edge at a hundred miles an hour as she clenched around his member. Tyler released her hands as her climax hit, pulling her body closer, he pummeled his cock inside her pussy as his own release neared. His thrusts increased in tempo, pounding inside her with such a force that it plummeted her body over the edge of the abyss, into an orgasm so blindingly white hot, she screamed. Tyler stiffened in her arms, his body jerking as he trumpeted his own release, his hips thrusting of their own accord until he finished coming.

  The feel of his seed pouring hot and relentless into her channel set off another series of small flutterings in her pussy, and she moaned as Tyler lowered himself, pulling her even closer.

  They lay that way, neither seeming willing to move and break the spell of their morning interlude. Tyler's semi-hard shaft was still buried inside her, twitching with residual tremors.

  Elise caressed her hands up and down the length of his spine, loving the interplay of his solid muscles beneath her hands. And then Tyler shifted, withdrawing from her body and moving onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was nestled back in the crook of his arm. He yanked the covers over them, holding her close as they both drifted into a sleepy, afterglow haze.

  Whether either of them admitted it or not, their relationship had changed. Elise felt it in her bones but wasn't willing to give voice to the feelings he evoked. There would come a time when she would be forced to confront them, but for now, she basked in the comfort of his strong arms.

  And
if she held on just a little tighter than necessary, she told herself, it was so that when the time came, she'd have the firmly imprinted memory of it.

  Chapter 8

  The next time Elise opened her eyes, it was to find the curtains fully opened and herself alone in bed. She would have chalked last night and this morning up to a beautiful dream if it weren't for the telltale fingerprints on her hips, the achy tenderness between her thighs, and the single, perfect, pink rose lying on the pillow beside her. There was a note underneath it, which read, 'Again. Tonight at eight. My room.'

  With a small smile playing about her lips, she held the bloom up to her nose and smelled the honeyed fragrance. She sat up, still holding the flower, cherishing it like some women did jewels. It had been so long since she'd had a man give her a flower that Elise knew she'd not be able to bring herself to throw this one away. She'd save the bud and keep it in her memory box at home.

  Thinking of home, she realized she had much to do if she was to complete Zoey's dress in time. Elise sprang into action, feeling more energized and rejuvenated than she had for an age. Tyler, it seemed, had been busy while she slept. The dinette table held a covered plate with a note on ivory parchment that simply said, 'Eat'.

  At the thought of food, her body surprised her and grumbled at being empty. Would wonders never cease? Curious, Elise treaded over to the table and lifted the metal warmer. It was a simple meal with an apple, cheese slices, and a cinnamon scone, but it was the thought that warmed her the most.

  Tyler had taken on his role as her Dom, becoming more her keeper and looking out for her in way she'd not had another do in a long time. Nibbling a bit of the sharp cheddar, Elise discovered she was famished. Instead of racing off to start her day, she sat at her little table and proceeded to eat as Tyler had instructed. There was an insulated carafe of hot water, with a teacup and a packet of Earl Grey beside it. It did funny things to her insides that he'd taken note of her preferred flavor of tea. It was the strongest stuff for her since she'd given up coffee all those months ago.