Desired

by Stacey Kennedy

  Her eyes searched his with her soft smile. “And you like that?”

  “I love it,” he replied. “Perhaps for me, it’s important because of the job I have. I see a lot of shit that could wear on me and make me see the world in a different light.” He gestured out to the club with a jerk of his chin. “But every weekend I come to Club Sin and know that I’m surrounded by people who care for each other, and that by the end of my night, I’ll have made a difference. Even if it’s just to offer pleasure to free someone from a stressful week. Being a Dom gives me a sense of purpose that grounds me.”

  “That’s really sweet, Kyler.” She exhaled a long breath, softening further into his hold. “So, the submissives give up control for a little while to let it all go—that’s basically what you’re saying, right?”

  He inclined his head. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

  She stared at him, and in the depths of her soft eyes, he spotted the yearning there to experience such freedom. Though the pain in her gaze remained and he believed that she wanted to rid herself of it. He doubted it would be so obvious to him if she didn’t.

  That was the key to a submissive in such a simple way. She craved to be held and protected, to be safe and happy, and to be in the arms of a man who put her above all else. Where some women wanted companionship with their partners, or a relationship standing on equal ground with their lovers, a submissive wanted just a bit more.

  To feel deeply.

  To love deeply, and be loved in return.

  To know that she belonged with every sense of the word to one man, and that he belonged to her. Kyler ached to rid Ella of that darkness. In Club Sin, she could find what she needed, and together, they could be something more.

  She turned to the members who strode by them and her gaze landed on the St. Andrew’s Cross, where a Dom flogged one of the newer subs. After a moment, she turned to him with a pinched expression. “Okay, I get the emotional part of it all—that makes sense—but how does the sex part work? Is it just that everyone here loves kinky sex?”

  “That is certainly part of it. We all enjoy the kinkier side of sex, as in using bondage and toys to raise pleasure in a way that can’t be done with vanilla sex.” Kinky sex that he currently craved doing to her. “But more so, it’s about fulfilling your darkest desires.”

  She grinned, quite cutely, at him. “I’m taking it that the Dom knows better than the submissive what their desires are?”

  “That’s right.”

  She tilted her head. “How do you know?”

  He didn’t like the doubt he could see written all over her face, but he understood her hesitation. She’d never experienced a Dom’s touch, so she couldn’t possibly understand.

  This was the trust in a D/s relationship, and it had to be earned.

  “I could explain it with words,” he said, brushing his thumbs across her wrists. “But I see the doubt on your face. Let me make it clear to you.” He released one of his hands from her wrists, grasping both in his one hand. “Tell me, Ella, you’ve never wondered what it feels like to have your body dominated.” Dragging his hand up her arm, he thrust his fingers into her hair and tugged the silky strands. “To be fucked roughly—with pure passion.”

  “I thought we can’t do this.” Her eyes were wide, but the heat within their depths burned brightly. “I’m not a member yet.”

  How he loved that she’d said yet.

  He grasped her hair tightly, bringing her face close to his and holding her wrists, forcing her to stay put. “I can’t fuck you in the dungeon, as a Club Sin Master. But I can fuck you somewhere else in this house.” Her minty breath washed over his face, and it took all his strength not to erase the distance. “Believe me, you would know if I wanted submission from you, sweetheart.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, trembling in his arms.

  Fuck, what she did to him. She was aroused. She was curious. She was willing. He didn’t need to see more. “You want to understand all this, yes?”

  “Yes.”

  His cock twitched and he had enough of teasing them both. “Then, Ella, I’m going to show you in the only way I know how to ensure you understand.” Gathering her in his hold, he rose. He placed his arm under her bare bottom and the heat of her ass pressed against his arm, igniting a groan from his throat.

  Keeping his hand pinned in her hair, forcing her to hold his gaze and not worry that her ass was exposed, he headed for the exit. Ella wanted to learn. He wanted to teach her. Her musky scent of arousal mesmerized him, and her need reflected beneath her hooded eyelids.

  He passed by couches, paying no attention to the members; even the sensual noises in the dungeon faded from his mind. As Sawyer had said, patience was not Kyler’s strong suit, and he certainly had none now.

  “Where are we going?” she whispered in his ear.

  “To fuck.”

  Once he exited the dungeon, he hurried up the stairs, heading through the chef’s kitchen. The scent of banana loaf swept through his nostrils as he made his way to the bathroom in the back of the house near the games room. He considered taking her to a spare bedroom, but it lacked a mirror necessary for tonight.

  When he entered the large powder room, he placed Ella on top of the marble vanity with the big round mirror at her back. He dragged his fingers from her hair, consumed with heat to possess her. Then he locked the door behind him, inhaling a sharp breath through his teeth.

  He turned to Ella and found her gaze was as frozen on him as she remained statue still. Studying her, he loved how hot she was for him. Her hands were pressed in her lap, and he read her nervousness. Though it brought a wicked burn inside to rid her of it. She never needed to be nervous in his care. On the contrary, he craved to be that solid place for her.

  “Hands down,” he ordered.

  She blinked. “Why?”

  “You want to learn, Ella. This is how the game is played.” He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. Tonight, he was not playing with her as a submissive. She couldn’t possibly give him her submission. That relationship ran so deep it came only with time and trust, but he could give her tastes of what being with a Dom felt like. And why in the arms of a Dom a woman found freedom.

  It was a different game for him.

  He liked it.

  “Do as I’ve told you,” he said in a firm voice.

  She hesitated for only seconds before her hands lowered to the edge of the counter. While submission ran on an emotional level, a submissive also got off on dominance. Ella’s cheeks burned, and her breath was ragged through her parted lips, reflecting her desire.

  He nodded approval. “Good. Now lift your skirt up around your hips.”

  She raised her skirt and spread her legs, showing off that pretty pussy that had stayed on his mind all fucking week. Already learned that lesson to spread wide, did you?

  Impressed by how she returned her hands to the vanity, he approached, and her eyes went wide. He held her potent stare and slid his fingers over her sex, and silky moisture coated his digits. “Soaking fucking wet, Ella.”

  Her head fell back with her sigh. “Yes.”

  Kyler pushed a finger inside her hot, slick heat, and she moaned deeply. Her inner walls squeezed his finger, demanding more. She was so damp with arousal he craved to put his cock right there and only increase the creamy nature of her body.

  He twirled his finger until she squirmed against his touch. Then he pushed two fingers deep inside her and ran his thumb over her engorged clit. She lowered her head, her breath raspy and seductive. He stared into her eyes, loving the way she locked onto his gaze.

  She was in tune with him, and it was a beautiful thing.

  Following commands brings pleasure.

  While working his fingers in and out of her, he grasped her hair and sealed his mouth over hers. She moaned against his lips, tumbling perfectly into his kiss. Her tongue swept over his, not in a demand for more but in a plea for him to take her higher.

  He heard he
r desire.

  Gripping her hair, he tilted her head and deepened the kiss. He pumped his fingers faster, his palm banging against her clit. She shivered, and he sensed her climax through the contractions on his fingers.

  He broke away from her mouth, devouring her neck. His tongue traveled over the entire length of her soft skin. He nibbled the flesh there, pressing hard kisses over sensitive spots he’d already discovered.

  Moans of pure pleasure echoed in the bathroom and brushed across his overheated skin. Consumed by her, and feeling the spasms on his fingers, he pumped harder. Her mouth rested by his ear and the sounds from her throat became harsher.

  Tugging lightly on her hair, giving the feel of bondage without the ropes, letting her experience the sensation of being completely overtaken by a Dom, he increased his thrusts. Sucking sounds and her higher-pitched groans encased him, urging him to bring her to climax.

  Erotic pain can drive pleasure higher.

  He licked and nibbled her earlobe before he kissed his way down to the fleshy part of her shoulder. Then he bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but firm enough to indicate she was under his mastery. Her body stiffened with her gasp, and he soothed the pain away with a lick.

  Kissing his way down her body, she attempted to lean back, but his tight hold in her hair refused any movement. She jerked under the strong hold, and he imagined she’d have hooded eyelids, but he stayed focused on his travels.

  At her cleavage, he licked between her breasts, loving her quiver. He bit the top of her breast before laving the pain away with his tongue. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers in rhythm with his thrusts. He inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal, his cock ready to ride her hard. Then he licked his way to the other breast, and she anticipated the bite and froze, so he pressed openmouthed kisses over her cleavage.

  When she relaxed, and knowing by the way her cunt became a vise grip on his fingers that she was going to come, he pressed his teeth into the creamy flesh.

  That was all it took.

  She screamed, breaking open in his arms.

  Jerking and bucking in his tight grip, she coated his fingers in wonderfully warm liquid. He eased his thrusts as her pussy went in waves around his touch, and he slowed down further when her screams became the soft mewls of a satisfied woman.

  He kissed the part of her breast where he’d bitten, seeing his teeth marks on her, and fucking loving it, too. “My marks look damn good on you, beautiful.” He licked each little groove, enjoying the way she trembled.

  Leaning away from her, he slid his fingers out of her soaked heat and released her hair. Then he glanced up into her dark eyes. Fucking beautiful. Special. When he pushed, Ella didn’t push back, she melted under his command. That screamed submissive to him. A woman who craved to surrender, even if for only a little while. He wanted to wrap her in his spell and hold her soul in his hands.

  I control your pleasure.

  He trailed his hands up her shaky legs. “If I touched you again, would you stop me?”

  “God, yes!” She grabbed his hands with a gasp. “I’m too sensitive.”

  He grinned, reveling in the little fight from her. Breaking free from her hold, he pushed against her chest, so she leaned back against the sink. He gathered her wrists, pinning them to her stomach. “What if I refused and did it anyway?” He slid his hand between her thighs, feeling the heat from her cunt.

  She gritted her teeth. “Oh, God.”

  He danced his finger over her slit while pressing his palm firmly against her clit, not giving her flickers of sensation. But a firm touch to ease her out of her climax and back into his control.

  Knowing her clitoris was naturally sensitive and now even more so from her climax, he kept her hands pinned and settled his face between her thighs. He heard her argument in her disgruntled groan, yet she didn’t say stop, and he didn’t plan to, anyway.

  Using his tongue, he licked up her slit, tasting her sweet release on his tongue. Now he wasn’t playing around, he was teaching her. Placing his mouth around her clit, he sucked hard. If he hadn’t been pinning her down, he suspected she would’ve jumped straight up in the air. A woman like Ella who was this sensitive was fun. He could use her sensitivity not only for pleasure but at times for control.

  He brought the bundles of nerves between his teeth and squeezed, sensing Ella outright quaking beneath his mouth. While he loved how easily she came under his hands, and used that to his advantage, she wouldn’t always be granted that right. Though, now, he could use it to teach her the ways of a Dom.

  Sometimes he nibbled on her clit, other times he sucked on it, so it didn’t surprise him when her legs started shaking, along with the intense moaning pouring from her mouth. Not all women could come from clitoral orgasms; Ella could, and Kyler liked that about her.

  Pinning her hands to her stomach to further portray the effect of bondage, her breath became harsh. Leaning his head against her thigh, he licked her clit with fast flicks of his tongue while he swirled and played with the engorged bud.

  “Oh, fuck!” she shouted.

  He didn’t need to hear more; her leg shuddering under his cheek told him her climax was right there, waiting for him to claim it. Moving his mouth over the top of her clit, he wrapped his lips around her nerves and brought the bud between his teeth. The second her breath hitched, he bit against it, hard.

  Ella screamed—not a scream of release, but one of forced pleasure. As if it surprised her that she’d blasted into orgasm not by her choice. Her body froze, in a state of shock, and no sound came from her mouth.

  When he released the bud, blood rushed back into her clitoris, and a scream shook the air around Kyler as Ella soared into climax. She went wild beneath him, even though Kyler’s mouth no longer touched her. Sensation wasn’t feeding her climax, sensory overload was.

  He groaned against the sexy sight, seeing her eyes pinch shut as her body no longer belonged to her. Her pleasure belonged to him, given to her by him. All she could do was drop into the ecstasy he’d taken her to.

  Before she could catch up, he gathered her off the vanity, and her legs were obviously weak with the buckle of her knees. He pressed her chest down to the sink and threaded his fingers through her hair, forcing her to look in the mirror. She appeared dazed with pleasure. “Can you take more?” he asked.

  “I can’t,” she drawled.

  He arched a brow, sensing the tremble of his muscles over his desire to claim her. “Can’t or won’t?”

  “Can’t,” she whispered in a soft plea.

  You didn’t say no.

  Keeping his stare focused on her, he grabbed the condom from his back pocket. Her legs trembled against his; her breath was harsh and raspy as he opened the wrapper with his teeth.

  Once he lowered his jeans to his thighs, along with his boxer briefs, he sheathed his cock. He closed his fist in her hair, angling her head and pinning her right where he wanted her.

  She could not move, and he fucking loved it.

  I will always push you.

  “What would happen if I gave you more?” he asked through clenched teeth, driven by need. He held her tight in his grip and forced her to look in the mirror to show her what she looked like now. To show her how lost in lust she was. To show her what he saw when he fucked her. “By more, I mean you will break apart if I fucked you. That you would be emotionally ruined, not that you are sore and sensitive. Answer honestly.”

  Her glassy eyes held his and she rasped, “I wouldn’t break emotionally.”

  “Then I enjoy.” He grinned at her in the mirror in a way he knew depicted danger. “And so do you.” With one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

  “Jesus,” she screamed.

  Gripping her hair in one hand, while the other remained on her hip, he rode her hard. Skin smacked against skin, echoing in the large bathroom. Her screams were an absolute sound of loss of control, as her gaze held his in the mirror.

  He thrust his cock ins
ide her incredibly tight cunt, tight from repeated orgasms, and stared at her in the mirror, noticing when the pain from the sensitivity gave way to pleasure. A wave of euphoria drifted over her features, loosening the muscles in her cheeks, causing her mouth to fall open and her eyes to shut. He gripped her hip tight and rocked up into her. “Look at me.”

  Her gaze snapped open, and the beauty gave him something far more than pleasure. There, right now, no pain lay in her gaze. Acceptance and ecstasy increased his thrusts.

  She was free from all that haunted her.

  It created a stir in Kyler that was so unexpected his balls drew up tight against his body. I want you always looking like that. Ella was a gorgeous woman with a strength he was becoming increasingly fond of, but without the darkness, nothing touched her beauty.

  She gave him her soul.

  He cherished the gift.

  His muscles flexed and burned in his efforts as he pounded against that sexy ass, sending loud slaps through the bathroom. He dropped his head, gazing at her buttocks jiggling under his thrusts, and he grunted with each shift of his hips. A rush of pleasure washed over him, bringing him out of his mind and thoughts, and into his climax. And as her inner walls clamped against him, and moisture spread over his sac, he cursed the damn condom, wanting to feel her come all over him.

  Shutting his eyes, he broke the connection with her and allowed his pleasure to consume him. Her cunt went into waves around his shaft. Within her release, his cock hardened further. Pleasure cut through him as his cum shot from his penis with such speed he pressed his pelvis tight against her ass, relishing in each pulse driving his climax.

  By the time his mind returned to him, he noticed he’d released her hair, and she was panting, unmoving. Forcing his muscles to work, he turned her around and gathered her in his arms, then dropped to the travertine floor, with her straddling his waist.

  Pressing his sweaty back against the wall, the cool tile under him eased his hot flesh. Her entire body quivered against him in beautiful shakes that belonged only to a woman that had been taken to a point she’d never gone before.