by Jenika Snow
Bound
(Club Corruption, 2)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
BOUND (Club Corruption, 2)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
www.CrescentSnowPublishing.com
Published by Crescent Snow Publishing
Copyright © August 2015 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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First E-book Publication: August 2015
Edited by Editing by Rebecca
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Malcolm is the only one that can make Madison feel alive, can give her the pain that ultimately delivers the pleasure she craves. When she stands on that stage, bound for him, submitting to him, only then can she let herself go.
He is a Dom, a sadistic wolf shifter that gets off on the pain he inflicts on his submissive partner. As much as Malcolm loves the sound of leather on flesh, loves seeing the agony morph into ecstasy on the females that submit to him, that’s where the relationship ends for him.
But when he has Madison on stage, restrained for him, at his mercy, it isn’t just about the show and play of the scene. His wolf wants more from her, but Malcolm knows how to hold back the beast, to reign over the wildness inside of him.
And then his animal becomes too strong for Malcolm to control. The beats pushes outward, and claims supremacy, the truth of what she really means to him becoming clear. He won’t stop giving her the pain she desperately needs, but he won’t let her go either, not when she’s his mate.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Coming soon: Owned (Club Corruption, 3)
Madison went to Club Corruption for two reasons and two reasons only: to get off on the pain she needed to reach her pleasure and to see Master Malcolm. It was only with him, a wolf shifter, and a motorcycle club member that could hit her with such precision, that she came. He was the only one that could run his finger along her back and have her soaked between her thighs, begging for his cock, but always being denied. He might use the whip on her, the flogger, cane, or any other instrument he saw fit during the time they played, but he’d never had sex with her.
God, just thinking about his big hands running over her body, making her pussy wetter, had her body covered in sweat. He could get her off so easily, but it wasn’t just because he knew what he was doing with the toys, or how he knew just where to touch her. She loved coming here because she wanted Malcolm, wanted to have his cock deep in her body, owning her, claiming every inch of her.
But Malcolm was distant, only dominating with the toys and his hands, with his commands, commands he spoke in his deep, animalistic voice. He never fucked the subs, never even looked like he wanted to. He was a sadist, a Dom, and she wanted him dominating her in every way possible.
She made her way through Club Corruption, the sounds of the whips hitting flesh, of gasps, moans, of cries for more, filled her head and made her needy for Malcolm. And when Madison stopped in front of the stage where Malcolm was, the St. Andrews Cross illuminated by the spotlights, the woman currently restrained looking like she had already gotten off, all Madison could do was watch as Dom Malcolm went to work on her.
He circled the woman, his eyes flashing this dangerous white color; his animal was right at the surface. Madison might only be human, might be inferior, weaker, to the shifter species, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel this wilderness inside of her, this need to submit to his animal as well as his human.
She didn’t know how long she stood there, watching Malcolm bring the whip down on the woman’s flesh, but soon she was sweating, feeling her arousal, her anticipation rising up and claiming her. Her hands shook, her focus solely on Malcolm. He was the epitome of what a sadistic Dom should be, should look like while in a scene with his submissive. He was focused only on his partner, despite the fact a crowd watched.
But Malcolm wasn’t a male that played with the women outside of a particular scene. She’d never seen him with a woman aside from when he controlled her. He would finish the play, walk off the stage, and disappear down the darkened corridor. She’d never felt brave enough to tell him that when she was with him, being whipped by him, touched by him, she felt life wash through her. He made her feel alive, made her want to surrender not only her body, but her mind as well.
She was doing a scene tonight, and her adrenaline moved through her fast and hard, like a train becoming derailed and threatening to crash in a fiery accident.
Turning from the stage, she made her way toward the back rooms where she’d change and get ready mentally and physically for her time up on that podium with Malcolm. Already, her hands shook, her heart raced, and she couldn’t get her mind focused. She kept thinking about Malcolm, about what he’d do to her tonight, and that had excitement, anticipation, and pleasure coursing through her.
Did he know when she was on stage with him and submitting that she wasn’t giving herself to just an Dom, but to the one that she’d grown to care for?
Malcolm had known Madison stood there and watched him. He’d scented her, felt her presence in the air. His wolf had tried pushing out, escaping, but he was stronger; his human side was not about to allow his wolf to have supremacy. He was the dominant one, the male who ruled. He might be half wolf, able to shift into an animal at will, but he felt more comfortable in his human skin, in having the reasoning, rationalization, and composure that species had.
And against his own rules, the way a Dom should act toward their sub, Malcolm had taken his gaze and focus off the woman restrained on his stage, and watched as Madison left and headed down the back hallway.
Malcolm finished the scene with his submissive of the moment, helped her into one of the rooms where she could rest comfortably, and preformed the aftercare she needed. When he was satisfied she was levelheaded again, could see the focus back in her eyes, he brought in another experienced male to watch over her. He left the room and made his way into the back hallway. He needed to regroup, clean up, and prepare himself for the next scene. He knew who he’d be restraining, knew he’d have Madison at his mercy.
She wasn’t a regular, but she had been his sub on several occasions. An
d every time he had her hands bound behind her, above her, and saw the euphoria cover her face when he struck her, something shifted in him. His wolf pushed forward, came out a little more. But his human side wouldn’t allow the animal to break free. He hadn’t shifted in years, suppressing that side of himself because he felt out of control, wild, volatile even when he was a wolf.
Of course, some physical changes he couldn’t control: the changing of his eye color, and the lengthening of his claws and canines.
Staring at himself in the mirror, he took in the sweat that covered him and that his short dark hair was plastered to his forehead. His wolf caused his pupils to flash white. He was shirtless, his wolf trying desperately to push through ever since he’d smelled Madison in the air, his muscles straining, his power trying to come forward.
He didn’t know why she affected him like this, didn’t know why he felt the desire to just let go and be who he really was. However, he was a male that didn’t shift anymore because of the accident years ago. It was an accident he’d always have to live with, and it was the reason he didn’t shift anymore, wouldn’t allow his wolf to come forward.
He was afraid of losing control and of the destruction he could cause because of it.
“Do you submit?” Malcolm asked.
Madison had noticed he never asked any of the other women. He only ever asked her.
“Yes, Master. I submit to you.” She lowered her gaze. Her pussy grew slick at just the thought of submitting to him.
Malcolm released out a low growl. “You’re wet.”
It wasn’t a question so she didn’t actually answer him. There was no point in responding. When he wanted an answer, he’d direct a question at her.
Her heart raced even more as his hands circled her wrists. Malcolm wrapped some rope around her wrists, looping them through until they were bound together. This is what she loved about him. His touch alone had the power to turn her on. It was everything about Malcolm. The carefully controlled mask that he placed for others to see, she saw beyond.
Beneath his mask, there was a beast that wanted out, and she wanted to be the one to unleash him.
“Did you like what you saw?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. I liked it very much.” A jolt of jealousy struck her hard, and she lowered her gaze once again. She didn’t want to think about him touching another woman.
Before Malcolm, she’d never been the jealous type. T just wasn’t what she wanted to focus on, but she couldn’t help herself when it concerned Malcolm. No man had made her feel so possessive, yet here she was, jealous of a fellow submissive that was getting his attention.
Madison didn’t have a claim on him, and she didn’t see him settling down with a woman like her … or a woman in general.
She was human, and she’d never heard of a wolf shifter settling down with a human. Taking a deep breath, tears sprang to her eyes at how useless her love for him actually was.
“You do not need to be jealous,” he said.
Glancing up, she gasped. The animal was under control, and Malcolm held her chin in his hand. When Malcolm touched her, her entire body was aflame with emotions coursing through her, taking over, and claiming her.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be sorry for being jealous.”
The club fell away, and she stared at the man before her.
“You’re not mine to be jealous over.”
For several seconds, he stared into her eyes, and she wondered if he was fighting his own feelings for her.
Don’t be stupid.
Malcolm was one of the most popular Doms in Club Corruption, and she didn’t see him changing who he was for her.
The spell was broken for a second as he lifted her hands above her head and locked them into the hook.
She was bound and exposed for all to see, but right here and right now, it was just the two of them. Malcolm moved behind her, placing his palm against her stomach.
“Look out at the crowd.”
Staring over the crowd, she struggled to see them in the bright light cast on the stage.
“I see them, and I see the men wanting to be me, touching you, getting ready to punish you. You’ve not been a bad girl though, have you? You’ve always been a good girl, and you’ve not let another man punish you.”
From the moment she’d seen Malcolm, been with him as a submissive, she’d not wanted anyone else. She’d denied every other Dom in the club so that Malcolm would see she wanted only to be with him. He was the one man she wanted.
The shifter inside him didn’t scare her. She adored him with all of her heart. At first, it had started out as mere curiosity. Then over time, she’d become aware of her body’s reaction to his touch.
“Why don’t you let another touch you?” he asked, biting her ear.
She gasped, closing her eyes at the intense pleasure rushing through her body at the bite of pain.
This was what it was like to be with him, to want more than just the pain he gave her. This was what it felt like to want him, and only him.
Malcolm saw past the lights. He saw the envy on most of the men’s faces. Madison was one of the women that was a mystery to most of the men. She’d come to the club as a perfect submissive and a Painslut. Within a night, she’d changed, and he’d been aware it was the day she saw him on stage. After she saw him, she’d come to the stage like she was now, and she’d never done a scene with another Dom.
He liked it.
She was his own little toy to play with. Stroking a hand over her stomach, he bit her ear once again, hard enough to cause pain and draw blood. He kept his beast at bay, but he hadn’t been able to stop that bite.
One time he lost control with his beast, and he’d killed someone. He wasn’t going to do it again, and he pushed the violent memories away. This was not the time to think about the shit he’d been through. He couldn’t let his animal out, so he didn’t turn.
Sliding his hand down her stomach, the tips of his fingers grazed over the fine hairs decorating her pussy. The scent of her juicy cunt was thick in the air. His mouth watered for a taste.
Another aspect of playing he denied himself was allowing himself an orgasm with a woman. He played, he brought them to climax, but he always took care of his own needs. There was no way he was ever going to put a woman at risk with his carnal need to dominate.
“Answer my question, Madison.”
“I’m no one else’s to touch.”
Fuck, she knew just what to say to get to him. He hadn’t for a second believed she wanted him so badly. With her arousal heavy in the air like it always was, it was the truth.
She didn’t belong to anyone else.
Mine.
Closing his eyes, he counted to ten in order to gain control of the monster inside him.
I won’t hurt her.
Mate.
Enough!
Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he moaned as her cream soaked his fingers. He wanted to fall to his knees before her, lift her legs up, and lick the cream from her cunt. Instead of worshipping her in ways he never had a woman, he lifted his fingers, and licked the cream from the digits.
Moaning, he relished the taste.
Staring over the crowd, he saw all the men panting for more. They wanted what he had, and they were never going to get it. Madison belonged to him.
No!
He couldn’t have her.
The beast was not under control.
There was no way he could risk her life. He cared about Madison too much to put her at risk. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he jerked her head back so that she was looking at him.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do. You just don’t like it, Master.”
And that was the truth.
Now that his animal was pushing forward, gaining more strength with Madison on stage, Malcolm knew the truth. He took a step back, braced a hand on the wall beside him, and breathed in and out harshly. The cr
owd in front of him started moving on their feet, the confusion on their faces and in the air thick, suffocating. He needed to get control of his wolf, because as it was the fucker was right there, pushing forward.
The flavor of Madison’s blood on his tongue, and the sight of the small wound on her ear where he’d bit her struck him like a hot poker right to his gut. He sucked in air, felt his nails lengthen into claws, felt his canines elongate, and felt the wolf inside of him push forward again. He was becoming more of an animal where it concerned Madison, and that scared the hell out of him.
He wanted to rush off the stage, to get away from everyone, especially Madison, so he didn’t hurt another person. That night, all those years ago, played through his head. He’d been so young, so young and he had only shifted a few times. He’d been wracked with power, adrenaline, the need to just be free and wild. And when he’d come across a hiker, one that was afraid instantly at his size, at the wildness that came from Malcolm, something inside of him had switched, just flipped like a light being turned on.
He was there again, in that darkened forest, the trees surrounding that frightened human in front of him. The stage disappeared, and he stared at that male, the one that started raising his hands, trying to ward off Malcolm. He’d thrown rocks at him, brought out a knife and proceeded to swipe at the great beast in front of him, and that only made Malcolm want more, need more. He hadn’t wanted to hurt the man, not at first, but when the male plunged the knife into Malcolm’s side, he’d change inside, became the monster he was today.
Instinct took over and everything went black.
When the world came rushing back, he’d been sitting amongst the corpse of that hunter, blood covering his paws and muzzle, and the feeling of power over the taking of a life filling him.
The world rushed back, he stared at Madison who was still strung up in front of him, and the realization that she was truly his mate slammed into him with enough force his throat and lungs seized. Nothing else mattered but her, and once he’d finally let his wolf get power, or rather his wolf had used his strength to overpower Malcolm’s human side, the true nature of who Madison was filled him.