Complete and total surrender of her soul.
He appreciated the gift.
He cherished her.
With a long, savoring lick along the outer rim of her bottom lip, her mouth opened and their tongues clashed. She followed each brush of his lips as if she had read his mind. His mouth moistened and his head lightened. Her submission stormed across him in a powerful wave, and he became lost in the magical charm.
When his body quaked in desire, he broke their kiss and stared down at her lips swollen from his affection. Her trust wrapped him in a spell of absolute seduction. Her elegance mesmerized him. This woman compared to no one. She held a sweet, sassy soul he vowed to protect.
Under his stare, the wax glowed under the luminous lights above. He gripped his cock covered with her saliva and stroked his shaft, thrusting his hips forward with the pleasure sweeping into him. His groan spoke to the hunger to have her orgasm around his straining cock.
With Cora on her back and her legs spread wide, bound to the horizontal cross, Aidan settled himself between her thighs. Her cunt glistened with moisture, inviting him. He licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her swollen lower lips and clit exposed from its hood. Her taut, perky nipples begged for his tongue. Her sharp, raspy breaths mirrored his desire. The leather, the wax, and her swollen, soaking-wet cunt could be his undoing.
Raw, primal desire pulsed through him as he reached for the condom on the tray. The cool latex slid easily over his shaft. Without pause, he removed the distance and placed his erection against her slick opening.
A fiery wave rushed through his veins as he entered her. Her soft moan gave him goose bumps. He answered her pleasure with a deep groan. With flexed muscles, burning with the strain of holding back, he pushed slowly into her. Cora’s chin lifted and her breathing hitched, as her thighs trembled against his hands.
Aidan sensed the crowd closing in beside them. Cora’s lips parted wide with her moan. The watchful eyes aroused Cora, as they did him. Though the show wasn’t about him, it was about her.
Beauty held nothing over Cora and what she looked like getting fucked. Her cheeks were bright red, her sensual sounds were honest—she withheld nothing. Together, they made fucking look good.
He moved faster and grunted as the sucking sounds of their lovemaking charged across him. Each squeeze of her inner muscles made him thrust harder. Every sensual gasp she gave narrowed his world to her.
Her perky nipples captured his gaze, as did the feminine curves of her body. He scanned over the sweat beading on her forehead to her squinted eyes. Her mouth was wide open, releasing cries of delight.
The sight of the leather pinning her to the metal cross made his cock throb deep inside her. The wax sparkled, and knowing he’d played with her on his terms and that she’d allowed it erased the last thread of his control.
Gorgeous. Hot. Wet. Tight.
On a long inhale, consumed by the musky scent of their lovemaking, he gave in to the demands of his body. He quieted his thoughts of her needs and he pushed his wants to the forefront of his mind.
Fuck her now.
With rough, primal masculine craving, he grasped her damp thighs and thrust faster, harder, until he pumped into her with determined speed. She screamed so loud it echoed off the club’s walls. She struggled against the leathers, her head whipping from side to side.
He bowed his head and his eyes closed as her pussy spasmed, practically vibrating on his cock. Pins and needles trickled along his spine, and he grunted with each thrust as he fought against the tightness in his sac. “Open your eyes.”
She blinked once before her big, icy-blue eyes that stood out against her long, chocolate-colored hair widened. Not a second later, her inner walls clamped like a vise against his rock-hard shaft.
With harsh breaths, he battled his pleasure, needing her to fall over the edge first. To ignore the affection building inside of him and how crazy she made him feel, he glanced into the mirror. Sweat slid down his spine as he spotted the dragon he’d drawn with the wax on her belly and how it glowed under the black lights with all of its bright colors.
Savagely, he pumped into her and her inner muscles convulsed around his penis. Her dark eyes were transfixed on the dragon, a telling sign that she understood his action, the wax design was meant as a compliment. Only Cora, a submissive so perfect, deserved to wear the Club Sin symbol. Her breath cut off and her body shook in hard quakes.
He loved the quiet before the storm.
Under the force of his pleasure, his eyes fluttered shut and lips parted with his grunts. His muscles burned with each flex as he moved faster, pounding into her tight heat. Ecstasy sizzled across his overheated flesh. He slid his hands over her damp skin to grasp her hips. He forced himself to look at her, and at the striking view, he thrust into her with loud slaps, skin against skin.
Leather. Wax. Perfect little nipples. Tight cunt. Sweaty skin. Feels so good …
His lungs expanded with deep, satisfied breaths as her inner walls continued to steal his control. He rose up on his toes, thrusting deeper, unafraid to hurt her. They’d done this many times before. She could take it.
Her slick heat clamped against his shaft and her chin angled up as he pounded into her, almost ruthlessly. Her sensual moans shifted to uncontrollable screams, burning across him in a whirlwind of desire. His eyes pinched shut as he buried himself into her, and she squeezed him tight. Fiery pleasure burned up his spine and pooled into his groin. He roared, bucked and jerked, falling into a state of incoherence.
When the final shot of cum escaped the tip of his cock, his muscles gave out and he dropped on top of her, resting his head against the warm wax on her stomach. He lost sight of it all. There was no Club Sin. No pleasure, only a satisfied exhaustion.
Moments later, his thoughts returned and lightness overtook him. He pressed his hands against her slick, sweaty thighs and lifted himself off her. Bright, glossy baby blues watched him closely. So pretty. Euphoric tingles danced into his soul, and he smiled. “All right?”
“If you mean, was that mind-blowing?” With flushed skin, she gave him her soft, sassy laugh. “Then yes, I’m perfectly all right, sir.”
Aidan chuckled, smoothing away the damp, dark strands of her hair off her forehead. Lost in her gaze, his heart swelled and her satisfaction carried him away to a place so exquisite he never wanted to leave.
The yearning to stay consumed him, but her well-being held more importance. He withdrew his cock and moved to her face. He cupped her cheek, dropping a kiss onto her parted lips. Her mouth brushed against his with emotion so deep it clenched his chest. Some kisses held little meaning. Cora’s kisses meant everything, making him aware of her every move, every breath.
With a final press of his lips, he leaned away and removed the condom, placing it in a tissue on the tray of the rolling cart that held all of his other toys. His gaze cut to her, and she regarded him with hooded eyelids. Under her pretty eyes, he pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans.
Sweat coated his skin and the scent of their sex engulfed him as he approached her. A flare, hot and greedy, stormed through him. His to care for now. His to protect in this moment. His to hold.
His heartbeat slowed and a pure heat that radiated out of his chest engulfed him. He reached for the leather strap on her ankle and removed the binding, rubbing her ankle before he moved to the next strap.
Once he freed her from the bindings, as she remained on the cross, he massaged her limbs until her circulation returned. She watched him steadily; her pupils were enlarged and she looked messy, pink-cheeked: a well-used and content submissive. He liked that look on her. “Any numbness or soreness?” he asked.
She shook her head, giving him a silly grin. “Soreness? Lord, no, sir. Happy female bits and pieces, yes.”
He winked. “Suppose that means I’ve done my job.” His hands tingled as he cupped her cheek and his smile widened when she leaned into his touch. “We don’t want unhappy female parts, do we?”
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br /> She giggled with dancing eyes. “Certainly not, sir.”
Her soft laugh erased dark and icy parts in his soul. He couldn’t look away from her pretty eyes as he brushed his thumb under her eye. “You look much better than you did earlier.” When she’d arrived at Club Sin, he hadn’t liked what he found. Tension had bled from her, and that made him equally tense.
“No shit.” Cora smirked. “I just came hard enough to see freaking stars.”
Chapter Two
In the center of Club Sin on the black leather couch, Cora lay in Master Aidan’s arms wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. The exclusive, membership-only BDSM dungeon was located in the basement of Dmitri Pratt’s mansion. Each member was chosen specifically by him to suit the type of kink done within these walls; anyone who played at Club Sin had a similar view on limits. If someone wanted more than what was offered, Club Sin wasn’t the place for them.
Dmitri had told her when she joined, “My club. My rules.” Cora never minded. Club Sin’s rules fit her personality, and it was the perfect place for her. She appreciated the mastery of the Doms, and she flourished under Master Aidan’s care.
In the dimly lit room, Master Aidan brushed his fingers over her arm and she smiled at his sweet touches. In his hold, life was just as it should be. She felt happy, and that wasn’t only the result of her orgasm.
She gazed over the couches and tables; the sconces on the walls cast the room in a romantic glow, highlighting the BDSM equipment. From spanking benches to Saint Andrew’s Crosses to wooden tables to large metal hooks on the ceilings and walls for bondage, Club Sin had it all.
Sensual sounds bounced off the flagstone walls, and when she looked for the source, she discovered the strawberry-blond submissive Kenzie Hart. To Cora’s surprise the feisty submissive had her mouth shut during the scene. Normally she’d be sputtering out something rude to receive punishment. Cora never understood Kenzie’s antics—Cora enjoyed obeying Aidan, avoiding his punishments at all costs.
When Master Aidan punished, he did so swiftly. It was the only time he used a cane. One hit for every infraction will teach you to do better, Cora. He’d only swatted her once during each punishment, and even though he kept the hits light, they always left a mark. He never allowed her to add up her mistakes. He dealt with them immediately, and she appreciated his method. Some Doms could be quite tough. It’d been so long since she received a punishment, and she didn’t intend to change that as she preferred sensual pain.
The first year in Club Sin, she’d been punished four times. In the second year, it’d happened only twice. Cora learned Club Sin’s rules quickly—not leaving off the sir and addressing Club Sin Masters with the Master before their names—so as to avoid future inflictions.
In her old public BDSM club, Chains, where she played before Club Sin, she had to call a man only sir, not Master, and unless it was her Dom, she never needed to finish a sentence with sir. It took time to get used to that change and she had messed up, but Aidan’s punishments made her a fast learner.
Cora wondered if Aidan’s scene set a mood for the crowd tonight to follow his lead. Hell, she had appreciated their moment together. His soft touches to his later intensity gave her all she needed, eliminating any tension.
She snuggled into him, relishing the safety of his arms. Here, nothing could harm her. Sometimes she wished she could stay in Club Sin all the time. As if this world was the real one and everything else didn’t exist. That she didn’t have responsibilities. That she could pretend that all she felt in Club Sin was real.
A firm finger tapped her arm and she leaned away slightly, looking to Master Aidan. His gaze held hers, as his shadowy eyes searched hers. “Tell me why you looked so worn earlier.”
Of course he had spotted her strain. She had expected him to. Since Club Sin was open only on the weekends, she’d been anticipating Friday night all week. She was anxious to play tomorrow night, too. “Nothing serious—just a draining week, is all.”
As a social worker at the Las Vegas Wellness Clinic, Cora’s job could suck the life out of her. She loved helping troubled teens, though, at times dealing with so many adolescents with such big problems took its toll.
The design he traced on her arm halted and one sleek eyebrow arched. “Bad case?”
“A fifteen-year-old abused girl—need I say more?”
Cora tried not to take work home, but every once in a while she’d connect with a teen on a more personal level. Their sad stories would weigh on her heart. Her clients lived real-life nightmares. Her job was to help them, even be a friend.
Sometimes that worked.
Sometimes it didn’t.
When it didn’t she depended on Master Aidan to clear her head. Their play provided a place where she could fade away. Where she didn’t need to think, and where all she had to do was be in the moment.
“Tough situation.” His fingers swept over her arm in slow swirls. “Those kids are lucky to have you.”
She shivered as the sweat along her body dried and she smiled at his understanding. Doms held a level of intuition with submissives that Cora wouldn’t have believed if she were a vanilla girl. Where some men could be so blind, Doms were the complete opposite. They were what their submissive needed them to be, even if the submissives didn’t know it.
Though with Aidan being a defense attorney he simply got what she went through. He’d seen firsthand the evil that existed in the world. And he’d dealt with it daily, just as she did.
As the stress diminished to the feeling of nothingness, she welcomed it greedily. There, in his arms, her breaths were slow and easy. With a pang in her heart, she rubbed herself against his chest, moving even closer. “Thank you.” Paying no attention to the noise around and with a tightness in her throat, she added, “For tonight, too. Our scene … it couldn’t have been more perfect.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” His eyes warmed with his smile, without any dominance. “I enjoy playing with you.”
Her breath became trapped in her throat as iciness struck her to the bones, stealing the warmth his hold had garnered. The protection he offered, the comfort he gave, and the connection that was so intense would always be an illusion.
Aidan might stir explosive chemistry in a scene, but they weren’t committed. And the sad fact was that Cora loved him. She knew it right down to her bones. In his arms, staring into his eyes, she could love this man forever. Though Aidan had demons and her love was not reciprocated—at least in the way she desired.
The demons Aidan harbored Cora had never been able to banish.
No matter how much his holding her declared his love. No matter that his touch was always so right. No matter that they laughed together and were so damn good together, he could never love her the way she needed him to.
His heart belonged to another submissive.
A submissive who had died.
On a deep sigh, she reined in her emotions as the familiar hollowness filled her chest. He never needed to tell her where he stood in regard to their relationship. I enjoy playing with you said it all. A man in love with a woman would declare his true feelings.
In a scene, Aidan gave all of himself to her.
Out of a scene, there was a distance Cora could never break.
She gulped, pushing her thoughts deep into a safe place of detachment. Sometimes the intensity during a scene made reality fade. Now her mind cleared. She didn’t need to be in his arms and she didn’t want the intimacy. No matter that she ached to stay right there surrounded by him, she pushed away and moved to the other side of the couch. She couldn’t get caught up in emotions.
They’d do her no good.
Master Aidan stared at her with a flat expression. “Better now?”
She allowed her gaze to wander from that cold stare, unable to accept it. She didn’t know how he did that—one second so affectionate, the next ice-cold. She looked to the dark tattoo on his forearm. The same design he’d drawn on her. The symbol bore the marking of a Club
Sin Master, which declared him an experienced Dom.
Raw emotions stole her every thought. God, she wished such a symbol meant more than her being a good submissive. She wished he’d marked her because she belonged only to him. That he declared to the members that he was her Dom. That she was his woman. The world seemed to slow down when she looked into his cold gaze.
She wanted forever.
He wanted tonight.
While at first his distance formed heaviness in her chest, it also helped her recover from the emotional drop after a scene. His faraway expression reminded her no matter how much she loved him and wanted to stay in his arms, she couldn’t allow herself to get lost in that desire.
It’d only break her heart later.
He couldn’t give her more than he already had, she knew that.
In her job, she read people and understood the ghosts haunting them. She’d been trained to spot hidden agony. Aidan’s pain was glaringly obvious and his distance made even more sense. He didn’t put space between them out of coldness. He naturally shut down his emotions because his heart belonged to another woman.
How could he hold Cora with pure affection and with an open heart?
She wasn’t his love, Lily was.
“Yes, I’m good,” she said.
He leaned in, erasing the distance she’d put between them. His woodsy scent engulfed her and she pulled the blanket tighter around her. Lord, this man stopped the world from spinning.
Master Aidan was a man’s man, just thirty-three—eight years older than her. His black T-shirt hugged muscles that layered muscles, and he looked smoking-hot in a pair of blue jeans. With his stylish dark hair, there was no denying he was drop-dead gorgeous.
He was a hundred percent beautiful, a confident, irresistible man.
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