Master of Control (Gods of Vegas Book 5)
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He untied the belt of his submissive’s robe and then helped her out of it. She wore a black leather bra with straps that crisscrossed her ample chest and a thong made of the same material.
After throwing the robe on a nearby bench, the Dom kissed his submissive and then walked her backward until her back hit the soft cushion attached to the St. Andrew’s cross. He stroked her with light caresses as he fastened the cuffs to her ankles and wrists.
Her breath grew ragged and arousal flushed her skin. The adoration she had for her Dom made something ache in my heart.
I’d never experience this, this kind of affection, this type of pure need.
I’d marry Sebastian Weber and enter the role of the respectable wife, whatever that meant. I could only hope he was kinder and less self-centered than his father and we learned to accept each other.
Maybe I should have dug deeper to learn as much as I could about Sebastian. Instead, I’d essentially stuck my head in the sand and pretended nothing in my life was going to change.
I was an idiot, who needed to get my act together.
I had only a few days left to figure out how to keep my secrets from the Webers. I wouldn’t put it past Jonas Weber to somehow use it against my family, if he got even a small inkling about my clubs.
Would Sebastian be like Jonas? Cold and egotistical?
Would he treat me as if I were a commodity, to parade around to increase his standing?
How would Sebastian react when he found out what I did outside of art appraisal?
God, my mind swam with so many unknowns.
I hated to even entertain the idea of having to sell the clubs to fit into a role that I’d never wanted in the first place. But I had to be prepared.
Lilly would help me keep things quiet, but she knew nothing about the nightclub business to help me operate them. There were only two people I could call on and no one could ever find out our connection: Ana and Penny. They, with their families, understood the business and would manage everything for me. Hell, Penny’s husband Hagen had offered to buy all my clubs a while back when he wanted to enter the nightclub market in Germany, but I’d refused. He’d made me promise that if I ever decided to sell, I’d contact him first.
The slap of a flogger on the Dom's hand snapped me out of my thoughts and brought my attention back to the couple.
The Dom circled his lover twice, whispering things I couldn't make out and then when I least expected it, he smacked the wide leather tails against her breast.
She arched into the strike, begging without words for more.
Over the next ten minutes, the Dom worked every inch of exposed skin on his submissive, bringing forth a light pink flush of color to the surface of her body.
Arousal pooled between my legs, and my nipples beaded.
What would it be like to be the one on the cross, the one to feel the bite of the flogger, the one to be lost in sensation?
I pushed the thought back. There was no point in going there.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
I shouldn't have come. I should have taken the night off to plan the next months at my clubs.
I had to get out of here.
I scanned the crowd to find Lilly. I couldn’t just leave without her knowing. She’d understand. She always did.
“Oh dear God. This can’t be happening.” My breath caught as my gaze landed on Baz.
He watched me with an intensity that had me shifting where I stood.
What was he doing here? And why did he have to look so good? Or look at me the way he did?
He wore dark jeans with a fitted T-shirt molding to his honed arms. His tattoos weren’t covered as they usually were, giving him a dark and dangerous aura and making butterflies scramble in my stomach.
Even that night at my club, he hadn't seemed like such a predator.
And I knew I was definitely prey.
My heartbeat pounded in my chest and the arousal from watching the scene intensified.
Baz mouthed, “Don’t move.”
Goosebumps prickled my skin as did anxiety. He worked his way around the crowd watching the couple until he came behind me.
His body heat was a brand on my back.
He didn’t touch me but leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You stood me up.”
“I sent you a text.”
“A text isn’t good enough. Especially if you’re going to tell me we can’t see each other again.”
I licked my lips. “It’s better that way. I’m getting married in a week.”
“I thought we were friends.” His breath on my neck was more erotic than the scene unfolding in front of us.
“We can’t be friends anymore.”
His hand settled on my waist, and a tingle shot down my spine. “Why not?”
“You know why.”
“You want more.”
I kept quiet and clenched my fists, resisting the urge to set my hand over his. If I touched him, I’d want everything I couldn’t have.
“I want more too.” His fingers flexed on my waist. “I want it all.”
"It's not possible."
“What if I say I’m keeping you even if you hate me.”
“Please, Baz. Let me go. I should never have agreed to see you again.”
“Just as I should never have walked into your club that night.”
It would have been better if he hadn’t. I wouldn’t have ever met him and wouldn’t know what I was missing when I married.
Before I could say anything in response, he added, “But fate brought us together.”
“Fate fucked up. You came too late.”
“Maybe, but then again she did guide you into my club tonight.”
I stilled, glancing over my shoulder. “This is your club?”
“Yes.” His black eyes bored into mine.
That meant Kane worked for him, and it also meant he had ties to my world.
This was bad. If anyone found out about us, it could mean his life.
“Why didn’t you ever mention you owned a kink club?” I shifted my attention to the couple, not wanting to let Baz see my vulnerability.
He cupped my jaw, shifting my face until I was looking at him again, and ran his thumb over my lips. “Because you told me to never have another conversation like the one we had at Dimitri’s or you would end our relationship. I wasn’t going to risk that and lose my chance to be with you.”
“Baz, I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t be with you.”
“You’ve said that.” He dropped his hand and turned me to face the couple. “Watch them. This is what I meant when I spoke of relinquishing all control. Kiera trusts Liam enough to put her pleasure and pain in his hands. Isn’t that what you want, Isa?”
Baz slid his palm across my abdomen, drawing me against his front. I closed my eyes, loving the possession of his touch too much.
I needed to tell him to let go, to not make me want things I wasn’t allowed to have.
I searched the floor for any sign of Lilly, with no luck.
“Watch. I want your attention on them. Your friend is with Kane. He’ll take care of her.”
“Did you know Lilly was my friend?”
“No. Kane said his girlfriend was bringing a friend tonight. Luck had it that the friend was you.”
I wasn’t sure I’d call it luck but kept that view to myself.
“Watch them, Isa.”
For the next few minutes I focused on the couple, the way they responded to each other, to the passion between them. It was sexual and not. It was as if the Dom…Liam could read Kiera by the slightest change in her breath. There was a bond between them, similar to what I’d noticed between other couples in the club.
Need for what they had coursed through me, and having Baz behind me wasn’t helping. The press of his hard body, his arousing scent, his dominant hold on me.
Fuck, I was in so much trouble. I was going to do something I knew
was destined to lead to disaster.
As the scene ended, applause broke out and the crowd began to shift. But I couldn’t move. I was transfixed on the pair. Kiera’s eyes were now closed, as if she was lost in euphoria. Liam gently unbuckled each strap, letting her sag against him. Then when she was free, he cradled her in his arms, kissing her forehead and whispering something that had her smiling. After wrapping the robe around her, he carried her out of the area.
Baz remained behind me, his hold just as firm as it was when he’d placed his hand on my stomach.
“You’re coming home with me, Isa. Let me give you what your body needs. What your mind needs. Then we’ll talk. Talk through everything.”
Talk? There was nothing to talk about when my future was set. All I could do was focus on now, on him, on us for one night. I was going to take something I wanted. I’d face reality tomorrow.
I’d have no choice.
“Take me home, Baz. Give me this one night.”
Chapter Eight
Isa
Baz shifted until he was facing me. “We’ll talk. I have things to say. Then you’ll make a decision about our future.”
“No.” I placed a finger on his lips. “Give me everything you promised. If there’s time, then we’ll talk. But you have to know, I can never be yours. I’m promised to another.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue but instead sighed and took my arm, guiding me out of the club and toward his waiting car. Neither of us said a word during the short drive to a tall building overlooking the river.
The second the car stopped, the doorman approached and opened my door.
He offered me a hand to step out and looked at Baz, smiling. “Welcome, Mr.—”
“The keys are in the ignition, Bran,” Baz said before the doorman could finish his greeting.
Bran nodded and went toward the driver’s side as Baz came around the back of the car.
We stared at each other, the need and emotions of the night heavy between us.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
We entered the lavish lobby of the building and walked straight to a waiting elevator. Baz punched in a code on a keypad hidden behind a metal panel, and immediately we began to ascend.
The cab opened into a large foyer filled with sculptures, pieces that I knew were authentic.
“Want a drink?”
We moved into a very masculine living room with a breathtaking view of the Berlin night sky.
“No.”
I wanted to reach for him, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never wanted anyone this desperately.
“Baz. Do something.” My words were breathy, revealing the uncertainty and need I was feeling.
He remained across the room, watching me. His eyes blacker than I’d ever seen them before.
A throbbing between my legs pulsed, and my body ached for his touch.
Just when my patience with waiting was over, Baz stalked toward me, fisting my hair and bringing his lips down onto mine.
Dear God, he tasted incredible, like whiskey and chocolate mixed together.
My arms came around his shoulders and I met his insatiable demands with mine. He ate at my mouth, tasting, biting, consuming me.
I was lost in him, the feel of him, the desire I'd pretended I could push away. If I was going to sacrifice my happiness for my family, I was taking this one moment for myself.
He gripped my ass, pulling my clit flush against his cock.
“Bazzz.” I threw my head back, breaking our kiss.
He ran his tongue down my neck and then murmured, “You made your choice. You’re mine. I’m going to bury myself deep in your pussy by the end of the night.”
“Yes. I want this. I want you. Something that’s mine before my world becomes a gilded cage.”
He pulled back, a shadow of something flashing in his almost black eyes before he schooled it away and kissed me again.
Baz backed me against a wall, continuing to feast on me.
“I want you out of these clothes. Turn around.”
I shifted, facing the wall and pulling my hair over my shoulders. He unzipped my dress and followed the trail of the zipper with his mouth. My skin heated and felt as if it was on fire. I’d never been aroused like this.
The designer fabric slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. Next went my bra and underwear.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” The deepening timbre of his voice had my pussy contracting.
I glanced over my shoulder and found him watching me. His palms gripped my ankles, tugging them apart, and then he glided his hands up my calves to my thighs. His thumbs teased the valley where my core dipped.
Then he cupped my ass. “Perfect.”
Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled his palm back and brought it down on my bottom.
“Baz,” I cried out as fire shot through my body, and just as fast, a delicious sting replaced the pain. My fingers pressed against the wall helping me keep my balance. I dropped my head onto the back of my hand, breathing in hard pants.
“More?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want more.”
I wanted so much more.
“Good.” His hand landed again and again, peppering different parts of my ass until he’d covered every inch.
I was mad with need, lost in the pleasure-pain.
My core clenched but it wasn’t enough. I needed something to send me over.
His warm hand moved up the inside of my thigh until he grazed the lips of my soaked sex. He dipped inside, rubbing up and down, teasing my clit.
“Baz, please.”
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He hummed. “I have to taste you.”
He turned me so fast I almost felt dizzy. Hoisting one leg over his shoulder, he took a long swipe with his tongue. I grasped his head, throwing mine back.
“I’m going to make you scream, Prinzessin.”
“I’m, I’m okay with that. Sooner would be better than later.”
He chuckled as he began his assault on my core. He licked, sucked, and thrust, driving me higher and higher. I writhed against him, lost in the sensation. My legs grew weak, causing me to wobble. Baz grasped my hips and held me against him as he continued to push me toward release. I’d never experienced this level of desire before. My breasts ached and my pussy quivered. I held on to Baz’s head, arching into his delicious torment.
He pushed a finger inside me, curling it upward. Immediately, my orgasm burst free as my pussy contracted and flooded with my arousal.
“Baz. Oh God, Baz.”
“That’s it, baby.” He pumped in and out, prolonging the pleasure coursing throughout my body. “Mine. Every one of your orgasms belongs to me.”
In the back of my mind, I wanted to tell him this was the only time, but I couldn’t say anything. I wanted what he said. To be his, to belong to him, but my fate was set and I had to protect my family.
I slowly came down as Baz wiped his mouth on the inside of my thighs and pulled free of my pussy.
“You taste incredible. I’m going to have to gorge on you again before the night is over.”
I gasped, resting my head against the wall. “I really hope so.”
“Before we go there, I want to feel you shatter around my cock.” He slid my leg from his shoulder and slowly rose to his feet, making sure to keep a firm hold on my hips to keep me from falling.
His face was flushed as I knew mine was, and his breath was unsteady. His lashes looked longer than usual, giving his raw masculinity a beauty that would be out of place on any other man.
“Mine,” he said again, drawing me to him and then lifting me into his arms.
He shifted and carried me in the direction of what I assumed was his bedroom. I’d barely had time to notice the dark tones of the room before he laid me on top of the thick comforter.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it behind him before crawling over me.
Had I ever seen a body this perfect?
No. None of my past lovers could hold a candle to this man.
"Touch me, Isa. I've wanted nothing else since our first dance." He loomed over me on braced arms and knees.
Knowing this would be probably the one and only time I’d get a chance, I glided my fingers over his sculpted arms, pecs, and abs, feeling his muscles flex against my touch.
He closed his eyes, as if the caress of my fingertips was a balm to his soul. His reaction was the permission I needed to follow the pattern of the black-and-gray ink crisscrossing his body.
Some of his ink covered scars that I’d never learn the story behind.
Pushing the last thought back, I continued to explore this exquisite man.
“Harder. I want to feel your nails on my skin.”
I followed his command, scoring my nails up and down his body, causing goosebumps to appear and a low rumble to erupt from his throat.
“Lower, Isa.”
My eyes shifted down past his waist. The heavy press of his cock was a long, thick ridge along the inside of his pant leg. He couldn’t be that big.
“Go ahead. I want you to feel the condition I’ve been in for the last five months.”
I cupped him and gasped.
Nope, that was all him.
Was I really going to let him put this monster in me?
I rubbed up and down his length through his pants and stared into his dark eyes filled with heat and barely leashed control.
“I want you, Isa. I want you as I’ve never wanted a woman before. I want to bury myself in you and show you all the ways I can make you come.”
Yes, I was definitely going to let him put it anywhere he wanted. If I didn’t ever get to have this again, I’d have it tonight.
My face must have shown my thoughts because he cupped my jaw and said, “I don’t want you to think of anything else but what’s happening here. The world outside doesn’t exist.”
When I didn’t respond, his grip tightened, and my heart skipped a beat. “Do you understand?”
The demand in his words sent a shot of arousal coursing through me. He’d just shown me a small taste of the dominant man, but until now, I hadn’t realized he was holding back. I wanted to see all of it, but I wasn’t sure he would ever reveal that part to me, or if I could ever let him go if he did.