Desired

by Stacey Kennedy

  Her mouth hung open, and she blinked rapidly. He couldn’t possibly believe he could give her five orgasms? Okay, sure, he’d proven himself talented in that respect, but five fucking orgasms?

  His stern gaze indicated that he held no doubt he’d achieve his goal. He gripped her chin. “I can’t punish you through a spanking, or anything in that regard, Ella. But that doesn’t mean my punishments can’t be creative with that sensitive little clit of yours.” His grin belonged to the devil, his gaze alert and way too aware. “In fact, a helluva lot worse than a spanking, I’d say.”

  “But …” She looked to the crowd and then whispered, “Isn’t that punishment enough?” For cripes’ sake, he had gathered all of the Club Sin members to watch her.

  “Being watched arouses you.” His fingers grazed up and under the leather covering her breasts. “Look at those nipples, all hard and excited.” He slid his hand down her stomach to the junction between her legs. “Your cunt, sweetheart, it’s hot and ready.” He lifted his brow in that sexy way he did. “I think we can stop pretending you don’t like this, don’t you?”

  Regarding him, a sense of strength rose. He was right; she did like this. A lot, it seemed. Knowing others watched her sent a hum throughout her body. She did feel beautiful in the leather, and she liked knowing they all were excited watching her. “Yes, sir.”

  He gave her a hard look. “Never be bratty with me again, Ella. It will lead nowhere good.”

  Or will lead to multiple orgasms.

  Part of her nearly laughed, thinking that’s one helluva punishment that she’d happily accept, but she thought better. She recalled their lovemaking in Dmitri’s bathroom her first night in Club Sin and that reminded her exactly how it felt when he brought her to high levels of ecstasy.

  She rethought her decision to poke the bear.

  Though, somehow as she looked out to the crowd, scanning over the faces, she wasn’t as nervous as she’d thought she ought to be. She had watched nearly all of these people have sex and do outrageous things—was she any different to want the same thing?

  With that reassurance, her heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm. She glanced to her Dom, and the side of his mouth arched ever so slightly. as though he knew how hot she was and somehow he seemed proud of her, too.

  It felt good. Real good.

  He gave her a quick nod, seemingly pleased with her. Turning to the tray, he grabbed off a black piece of rope and crooked a finger at her. “Come here, little one.”

  She swallowed deeply, but was pulled by the electric chemistry between them.

  “Wrists” was all he said.

  She raised her hands and noticed him forming cuffs with the rope. Within seconds, he had the cuff around her one wrist. Then he stepped in behind her and formed another cuff, locking her wrists together at her back.

  “All five of your orgasms belong to me.” He tied a knot and pulled, leaving her wrists completely bound. “If you orgasm without permission, the count will start over.”

  Ask permission. Got it.

  Leaving her there, he grabbed a bottle of lube off the tray and then proceeded to soak the dildo in it. After which he glanced to her and smiled. “Climb on.” Gripping her arm, he assisted her down, steadying her as the rubbery dildo pressed against her folds. As she lowered onto it, it embarrassed her how easily it slid inside her.

  She was just that wet, and the thick dildo filled her.

  He adjusted her body, settling her to have her knees resting against the mat below the saddle, which was soft. Then, looking her dead in the eye, he pressed a button on the saddle and the vibrator turned on. The brutal buzz nearly had her jumping off, if his grip hadn’t stopped her.

  Oh, no, he’s not playing around.

  There was no light buzz—it was a full harsh attack on her clitoris. A buzz that had her mouth parting and her breath all but lost to her. Her eyes shut against the fierce hum, but when something rough slid over her shoulder, she opened her eyes. Turning her head, she noticed Kyler dragging a flogger over her skin. Back and forth, he slid it from her back to her shoulders to her breasts.

  Leaning down, he pressed another button and the vibrator kicked up speed. She dropped her head, relishing in the pleasure. Her unashamed moan filled her ears. The crowd no longer mattered, only Master Kyler remained.

  When she moaned again, the leather tails from the flogger landed across her bottom in a light thud. Then Kyler was there, lifting her face. “Eyes to me, Ella.”

  She opened, feeling dazed. Though the pulse on her clit was anything but delicate—much stronger than any vibrator she’d ever used on herself.

  He stared at her intently. “All right?”

  “Yes, sir,” she wheezed.

  His mouth twitched. “Ah, I see that you are.”

  Moving in behind her again, he paused for only a couple seconds, then the thumps on her bottom and shoulders came faster. Still light enough that it didn’t burn like she expected a flogger to feel like. Different. Perfect, but different. More so, like a heavy thud that seemed connected to her sex, making it constrict around the dildo with each stroke.

  With a firm whack on her bottom, she groaned as a wave of pleasure swept into her. And she fought to hear him ask, “Why are you a Club Sin submissive?”

  “To fulfill my challenge to myself, sir.” She groaned.

  “No.” A hard hit against her bottom had her gasping, which turned quickly into a scream as he pressed against her shoulder, pushing her up against the vibe. The crowd in front of her became a blur.

  “Answer again,” he stated.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head. She didn’t care who watched her now. In fact, knowing others watching Kyler’s skill only overheated her more. She forced her eyes open, thinking quickly against the surge of pleasure. Deep down, she knew what he wanted; she felt it in his touch, almost as if his craving had become linked to her.

  After another thudding hit on her bottom, she managed, “Because I’m yours, sir.”

  “That you are,” was his soft reply.

  Another flick of the tails landed on her ass and she arched into it, curving her body into warm sensation. The buzz of the vibrator landed dead center on her clit, and that fierce buzz dropped her right into climax with little warning.

  The meaning of the words she said stormed across her. The truth of it rang out in her soul. The warmth on her body. The crowd. The pleasure on her clit. It all became too consuming. She gritted her teeth against the power of ecstasy. “Sir, may I come?”

  “Yep. One. Go,” he said in between her flogging.

  As if his words held power to allow her to do so, she broke open and tumbled into wave after wave of euphoric pleasure. When she’d stopped moaning and caught her breath, his voice sounded by her ear. “Tell me why I kept you safe.” He pressed his hand firmly against her shoulder, pushing her tight up against the vibrator.

  Her teeth chattered. “Because you want to protect me, sir.”

  “No.” Using both hands, he pushed against her shoulders, sending the vibrator to brutalize her clit. “Answer again.”

  “I’m yours, sir,” she screamed.

  The brutal buzz on her clit left little choice to argue or accept the idea of another orgasm—he stole the choice from her. Both by the hard buzz on her clit and the warming sensation on her bottom from the flogging, he owned her pleasure. She screamed, shaking her from the inside out. “Can I come, sir?”

  He slapped her bottom with the flogger. “Two. Go.”

  Just like that—she broke into pieces, screaming and shuddering another release.

  She hadn’t caught her breath this time when she noticed him in front of her, naked. His hard, thick, and beautiful cock stood at her eye level. “And yes, sweetheart, you are mine.” He cupped her cheek with a hooded gaze, as another stroke of the flogger warmed her shoulder. “Suck.” His smoldering eyes brought shivers that had nothing to do with the vibrator.

  There was no concern, no hesitation, no fea
r of breaking her in his features, only focus and determination. Shaking from the lingering effects of her release, and sensitive by the vibrator hammering her, she parted her lips. He shifted his hips forward, his hot and hard penis filling her mouth with the saltiness of his pre-cum dragging along her tongue.

  As she took him deep into her throat, he angled his head back, then when he glanced to her, not even the vibe could match the reaction she experienced. For the first time since she’d met Kyler, he didn’t look at her like a delicate flower. Hard lines creased his eyes. His mouth was set into a firm line.

  You burn only for me, his fiery gaze told her.

  I’m yours, her heart whispered.

  Staring down at his cock disappearing into Ella’s mouth, Kyler grunted. The wet, warm space encased his shaft between her lips. He gripped her hair, holding it tightly, as all worry vanished from his mind. He tugged on her hair, forcing her mouth to move faster over his hard rod. Then he yanked it back, withdrawing his penis, only to pull her head back on him, over and over again. Now he took pleasure in the manner he’d craved since he set his eyes on Ella.

  The once vanilla woman now accepted his dominance.

  When his penis hit the back of her throat, he pulled out in enough time for her to say, “Come. Sir.”

  Amused by how clipped her words were, he pushed his hand against her shoulder again, pinning her down to the vibrator. “Three. Go.” In less time it took for her to drag her lips over his shaft, she blew apart, screaming and shuddering. The high-pitched screech raised a grin to his face, as he ached for that sound.

  Total loss of control.

  When her screams cut off and she outright quaked from the force of her orgasms, he tangled his fingers into her hair, moving her mouth back onto him. He pumped his hips into her mouth, giving her what she craved. To be manhandled. To not be touched delicately. To be fucked by his cock in her mouth, hard enough to make her gag.

  This moment was as much for her as it was for him.

  The showing that things had changed between them. When she gagged again on his cock, he yanked out from her mouth, saliva dripping off the tip of his cock. He groaned, loving it messy.

  Raising the flogger, he stepped in behind her. “Ride the cock.” Unleashing the leather tails on her bottom, she rose up and down, using the strength of her legs. Continuing to turn her shoulders, upper back, and bottom a bright red, he never relented with the flogger. Yet he saw her increased shaking and heard the hitching in her breath, he dropped the flogger to the ground.

  Done with forcing her orgasms, he simply wanted to claim one for himself. He yearned to feel her explode around his shaft, strangling him blind. Behind her, he lifted her in his arms, withdrawing the dildo from inside her. Then he gently pushed her forward, purposely placing her clit on the vibrating part of the machine. Grasping her hips, he squatted on his feet and pressed his cockhead against her soaking folds, and entered her in one long stroke.

  Keeping his hand on her back to hold her tight on the vibe, he forced her to ride out the vibration as he took her from behind. He pounded into her hot cunt, dripping her arousal all over his sac. Her sweaty skin was hot beneath his touch, as he took what he wanted. What he craved, her perfection that belonged only to him.

  His thigh muscles burned as he squeezed her ass cheeks, then slapped both with a thudding hit. “Tell me why I smack your ass.”

  “Because you know I love it, sir.” She screamed, louder than he’d ever heard.

  It was beautiful.

  Thrusting harder, he leaned against his hand, pushing her harder against the vibe, while driving into her tight channel. He slapped her red, hot ass with another thudding hit in a way he had wanted to for so damn long. She quivered against his cock, squeezing at him and all but begging his seed to fill her. “Good answer. But give a better one.”

  Her breath hitched, then she screamed, “Master Kyler, I’m yours.”

  Warmth traveled through him. He heard nothing else or demanded more from her with words. It wasn’t what she said that broke his control, it was the soft way she said it. The meaning behind it. That she said it in front of all Club Sin members made everything right, in what had seemed so many complications.

  Nothing lay between them. No pain. No concern. Only acceptance of her will into his hands. Thrusting into her with hard, punishing thrusts, he took what belonged to him. He pumped into her not as a way to pleasure her, but a method to own her.

  Possess her.

  Each stroke made his muscles quiver, and his sac brushed against the saddle below. The vibration sent a sizzle through him, clenching his jaw. Continuing to press her chest down, her body shook beneath him, and he forced her to ride out another climax. As his body tightened, his release so close drawing up his balls, he gripped her hip and leveled her with hard thrusts, leaving her no choice but to obey his command.

  His cock hardened inside her, growing larger, and she shouted, “Come. S …”

  Slapping her ass with heavy thuds, he roared, “Four. Go!”

  And she obeyed him—without a single hesitation.

  Screaming and shuddering beneath him, her cunt tightened like a vise grip around him, as her cum bathed over his shaft. Then he was bucking and jerking, forgetting about her round ass, warm from his swats and flogging. He lost himself in his climax, which forced his mouth shut as he rode her ruthlessly.

  By the time her inner walls released him, massaging at his spent cock, sweat from his forehead dripped onto her back. His lungs tightened with each breath, but he withdrew from her, gritting his teeth against the sensitivity on his cockhead.

  Leaning over her, he turned off the vibe and didn’t doubt Ella’s high squeak was from both pleasure and pain. A clit as sensitive as hers, played with in the manner he had, would be sore.

  He gathered her in his arms and moved to the wall next to them, placing her back against it. “This one, beautiful, will be up close and personal.” He stared into her glassy eyes, seeing the effects of the pleasure on her dozy expression. Tears of ecstasy were in her eyes. He sensed the exhaustion of her body as he supported her weight when he lowered her legs to the floor.

  He dropped his hand to between her hot, creamy thighs and his fingers found her slick heat. “Tell me why I want this last orgasm from you.”

  Her gaze held hers, and her makeup ran down the sides of her flushed cheeks. So fucking breathtaking. Then she said with a coarse voice, “You’re taking what belongs to you, as I am yours, sir.”

  “Yes, Ella, you are,” he murmured. “Always looking at me. Always in my space. Mine.” Holding her with an arm wrapped around back, he brushed his fingers over her clit. She whimpered, yet he ignored her objection. He lowered his fingers and found her drenched slit. Then he pushed his fingers inside her, and finger-fucked her with force.

  Angling his fingers against her G-spot, he increased the speed and the pressure. His palm banged against her sensitive clit on each thrust and her eyes became huge, clear and focused. Then she screamed in a way he had never heard from her: part shock, part euphoria.

  Locked in his stare, she gasped, “C-c-c-oooome.”

  “Five.” He pumped his fingers harder … faster … deeper. “Go.”

  Her pussy tightened and released, and did so again. Then her cum washed down his palm, traveling a path down his forearm. When the moisture stopped and her inner walls eased against his fingers, he dragged his soaked hand along her thigh, showing exactly what he’d done to her.

  She sagged against him and he gripped her tighter, pinning her against the wall and his sweaty body. Loud clapping from the crowd echoed through the dungeon. Apparently, he’d given a good show.

  He cared nothing of it, his attention remained on Ella. On the beauty that had knocked him right on his ass, made his life messy, and then somehow gave him more than he’d ever thought he’d receive.

  Ignoring the loud hollers coming from the crowd, he threaded his hand into her hair and tugged, keeping her locked into his hold.
“Tell me, Ella.” His breath rushed from his lungs, his heart hammering in his ears. “And don’t make me ask you to repeat your answer.”

  Happy and exhausted tears flooded her eyes, tears that spoke of undying love. “Here, in your hold, things are right. Here, I’m safe. Here, nothing else matters.”

  Squeezing his fingers so damn tight in her hair, overcome with raw emotion, he added, “This, us, it’s forever. I love you, Ella.”

  A tear slid down her cheek, and he caught the moisture with his finger, as he’d catch every single tear after it. She brought her mouth close to his, staring at him with the adoring eyes he’d longed for. “I love you, too. Here is my home.”

  For Sue Grimshaw. A friend. A kick-ass editor. And the woman with the magical wand that makes dreams come true!

  Acknowledgments

  As always, a huge shout-out to Sue Grimshaw, who is the best supporter an author could have in her corner.

  To my agent, Jessica Alvarez, thank you for all that you do and for always being there when I need you most.

  Lea Griffith, I don’t know what I would do without you! Every girl needs a great friend, and I’ve sure found a special one in you!

  Gina Gordon deserves a big mention for brainstorming Desired with me. Her advice made writing this book easier and she had a huge helping hand in the final chapter. Thanks for being an awesome writing buddy and a terrific friend.

  To my readers, your love and support keeps me writing! All your e-mails and kind words really do brighten my days!

  Last, a big thank-you goes out to Brian S. Eaves, who answered my endless questions about police procedure and didn’t once turn me away. His responses made my job easier, and I am beyond grateful. And to Sophie Grey, for introducing us and helping out an author in need!

  To everyone at Random House, from marketing to cover artists to everyone in between, I’m humbled to have found such a wonderful home for my writing.

  BY STACEY KENNEDY

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