The Final Twist Untwisted Series Book Five

by Raine, Alice

  William was already fast asleep, and Marion decided to head back home as we didn’t need her again until the following weekend.

  As soon as she had left, I turned to Stella and continued exactly where I had left off in the car park of Club Twist. Practically pouncing on her, I buried my lips into the crook of her neck, then ran hot kisses across her skin. This had an almost instant impact as her legs seemed to turn to jelly and she clutched at me to stay upright, my name falling from her lips in a gasp.

  That was a particularly pleasing response, but I wanted her screaming my name, not gasping it, and I had plans on exactly how I could accomplish that. For what I had in mind we were in the wrong room, though, as soundproofing would be required.

  Nodding sharply, I released my hold on Stella’s waist. As her wobbly legs began to buckle I bent down to scoop her into my arms before striding purposefully towards the stairs.

  ‘Need you. Right now.’ That was perhaps a little more emotionally open than I would usually aim for in a scene, but fuck it, it was true so I might as well goddamn well say it.

  Pausing outside the soundproof room, I smiled down at Stella as she reached up her finger to open it using the fingerprint scanner. She hadn’t needed prompting, which told me just how keen she was to get things started, too. Delayed gratification was all very well, but fuck me if I wasn’t desperate to get what I wanted now.

  Once we’d entered the bedroom, I pushed the door shut behind us and placed Stella gently down on the end of the bed. I quickly walked to the sound panel and switched on the baby monitors so we’d know if Will needed us, then turned back to look at my girl.

  Her gaze was fixed on me, eyes bright with excitement and cheeks flushed in anticipation. ‘So, now that you have me here, Sir, what will you do with me?’

  I couldn’t help but grin at her cheek. She loved to wind me up, but luckily, I loved it as much as she did. As tempting as it was to spank her for her teasing words, I didn’t want to risk any possible marks being left for next weekend. There was a possibility that people might see her skin at the ceremony, because her chosen dress was sleeveless and did show some leg.

  So that meant no spanking, crop work or flogging today. I could work with that, though; our wardrobe was stuffed with things designed for our particular taste in fun, so there were plenty of other things I could do.

  ‘I’d like you to undress me, please.’ I mostly did this myself, and I saw Stella’s eyes light with excitement at the opportunity as she jumped up and dashed towards me.

  She began to pop open the buttons of my shirt, but seeing how frantic she was, I decided to slow things down a bit, even if I was feeling just as desperate as her. After all, she was in need of a punishment for her earlier lip-biting, and I happened to know that delaying and denying her pleasure was one of her pet hates.

  She loved spanking, flogging, and my use of the crop, so, as enjoyable as they were for me to perform, I knew that they weren’t any form of punishment for her. This, though, would work a treat.

  ‘Slow down.’

  At my growled words, Stella paused, looking confused by my command. Presumably she had assumed I was gagging for it as much as she was. Of course, I was, but part of being a Dom meant always keeping her on her toes, and it was clear from her surprise that I had just done that.

  I redid the buttons, then hung my arms by my sides. ‘Start again, and do it properly this time,’ I murmured in a deadly soft tone, only just managing to hold back my smirk at her shocked, stuttering cough.

  ‘Sorry, Sir,’ she whispered, her voice so soft and sexy that I would have forgiven any misdemeanour.

  With my cock now doing its best impression of a tent pole, I tried to maintain my poise as she raised her hands and began again, this time taking a steadying breath and slowing down. After a second, Stella got into the swing of things, gently trailing her fingers across the front of my shirt as a way of delaying the next button. Then pop, she’d flick it open and repeat her mini-massage.

  I might be the master of anticipation, but she was certainly the mistress of a good tease.

  Once my shirt was undone, I watched as she eyed my chest greedily then slid her hands inside the material before splaying them across my ribs. My self-control was good, but I couldn’t help the hiss of pleasure that escaped when she ran her hands up my chest and briefly toyed with my nipples before moving to my shoulders. She slipped the shirt from my body and quickly folded it.

  ‘Trousers next,’ I muttered gruffly, hoping like hell that she wouldn’t take as bloody long to remove these as she had my shirt. I couldn’t say anything, though, because I had been the one to tell her to go slowly. Sometimes I really was my own worst enemy.

  Thankfully, Stella seemed to tune in to my thoughts, because although she didn’t rush, she certainly wasn’t as long-winded as before. Before she unzipped me, she briefly cupped the bulge at my groin, my cock feeling like it was going to explode from the pleasure of her touch and my eyes briefly fluttering shut. Then she began to push the zip down, which was a tricky task given my current arousal, before she finally gripped the waistband of both my trousers and boxers and made a show of slowly lowering them down my legs.

  I’d removed my shoes and socks when we’d got in – it was my house habit – so now I stood before her completely naked, and from her flushed cheeks and the twinkle in her eye my girl liked the view.

  A lot.

  ‘Let’s even things up a little, shall we?’ I murmured as I began to undress her, starting with her jeans because I couldn’t wait to see what lace beauties were hidden below. Deep plum-coloured knickers entered my view as I dragged her jeans down and I smiled my appreciation at the sexy colour choice.

  Now to see if she was wearing a matching bra. I stood up, lightly gripping the hem of her top, and jerked my chin upwards to indicate she lift her arms. Stella responded immediately to my sign language and I couldn’t resist dropping a brief kiss on her lips before removing her top.

  ‘Gorgeous.’ The word slipped from my lips as I took in the matching bra and Stella’s figure with curves in all the right places. She really was perfect.

  After the drive home, the break while we checked on William, and Stella’s teasing removal of my clothes, my famed control was finally starting to fray at the edges, and I feared that I would rip her delicate underwear from her body as soon as my fingers so much as touched the soft lace.

  Seeing as it was one of my favourite sets and tearing them would be sacrilege, I stepped back, leaving the job to her. ‘Take them off, please.’ Folding my arms across my chest, I widened my stance to watch, not caring that I was naked. I was well aware that my cock was swinging away between my legs now, and quite apparently so was Stella. As she reached around behind herself to undo her bra, then slid off her panties, I saw her eyes dip briefly to my manhood and jump back up again as she bit down hard on her lower lip and let out a soft, aroused moan.

  Fuck me, the noises she made were sent to test me, because that had been so hot it sent a jolt of pure lust shooting to my already stiff dick.

  ‘Lip, Stella,’ I growled.

  Her gaze flashed to mine guiltily before she released the lip and gave me a repentant smile. ‘Sorry, Sir.’

  Nodding at her apology, I leaned forwards and ran my tongue along her lip, a move which elicited another breathy moan from her. The sound had my balls screaming at me with the need to release. ‘Lie down on the bed, face up, arms and legs spread.’ My voice sounded strangled, so before she could see how much I was battling with my control I turned towards the wardrobe to select the items I needed.

  ‘Yes, Sir.’

  I pulled out the softest leather cuffs we owned and quickly set about cuffing her to the four posts of the bed so she was open for my eyes alone. She made such a stunning sight lying there like this. Her blonde hair was cascading across the pillows, her skin was flushed pink with excitement, and between her legs I could see just how aroused she was.

  I wanted to bury myse
lf in her heat so desperately that my cock actually ached for it. But first I needed to deal with her earlier lip biting. ‘As I don’t wish to risk you having any bruises for next weekend I’m going to use a different technique for your punishment today.’

  Stella whimpered, but it was a noise so low and full of arousal that I couldn’t help but groan in response.

  ‘Why are you being punished, Stella?’ I asked softly as I climbed on the bed and bent to lick at one breast. She loved a little pain with her sex, and one of her most favourite acts was for me to bite her nipples, which was exactly what I did next to indicate that her reply was taking too long. I sucked the bullet-hard tip into my mouth and bit down. Hard. Stella arched her back and a breathy gasp left her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. ‘Because I bit my lip again, Sir.’

  ‘Yes, you did. Multiple times. So, as payback I shall bring you to the brink of orgasm multiple times, too, but not allow you to come.’

  The noise Stella made was almost that of a petulant teenager, so I lifted up onto my elbows and looked her in the eyes. ‘Do you have a problem with that, gorgeous?’

  It was obvious from the lusty, desperate expression on her face that she did have a problem with it, but like a true pro she blinked, shook her head, and delivered the correct answer. ‘No Sir.’

  ‘If you’re a good girl I may allow you to come later,’ I murmured, a second before I lowered my head to her opposite breast and began my torture.

  Stella and I were so in tune with each other that I could bring her to climax extremely quickly, especially when she was as aroused as she was today, so it didn’t take me long to draw her to the peak of her pleasure before removing all contact and denying her the final touch that would send her over. She briefly flinched against her restraints, but after a warning tut from me she immediately stilled, and I smiled when I heard her taking several deep breaths.

  It was like her very own version of a calming countdown.

  As soon as her body had relaxed and pulled away from her climax, I repeated my moves, licking, sucking, and using my fingers to quickly raise her arousal to almost bursting level before stopping again.

  And again.

  And again.

  After the fourth time, Stella was covered in a sheen of perspiration and threw her head back into the pillow as she tugged at her cuffs.

  ‘Sir, please … I’m begging. Please …’

  I didn’t give in because she begged, although that did sound rather lovely falling from her tongue, but I couldn’t take any more either, so I manoeuvred myself over her and teasingly rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her soaking entrance several times.

  ‘You may come at any point now,’ I murmured as I jerked my hips forwards and buried myself inside her in one hard, deep thrust.

  As soon as I felt the deliciously tight heat of her pussy clamp around me I knew that this was going to be fast and furious. With my hands planted on either side of her head, my hips seemed to move of their own accord as I took my pleasure. Stella was with me every step of the way. She might have been tied down, but her hips were gyrating against mine, meeting every one of my hard, deep thrusts with an upward tilt of her own so that I went in to the hilt on each move.

  It was as if she knew how much I needed this, how much I wanted to claim her back as mine after that fucker Dominic had touched her.

  Fucking Dominic. Touching what was mine. Subconsciously, I dropped my lips to her neck and began to suck, and even though she must have felt what I was doing, Stella didn’t try to stop me. In fact, she angled her head to give me better access as if knowing how much this small gesture would reassure me. I knew the love bite would leave her with a mark, but this was one I didn’t mind her displaying next weekend.

  As I sucked her skin harder, Stella let out a pleasured whimper and began to climax below me, her body clenching around my cock as her channel greedily pulled me deeper. It was all I needed, and as I lifted my lips from her skin I thrust in deep and hard, then felt my own release fill her insides.

  As we came down from the incredible session I leaned up and examined her neck where my mark was now prominently visible. I leaned down to gently soothe it with several licks and couldn’t help but smile.

  Mine.

  Chapter Thirty Six – Nathan

  The day of the collaring was finally here. I had been looking forward to this for so long that I could barely wait to get started. But wait I must. There were traditions to adhere to, rules to meet, and rushing it wouldn’t be the done thing at all.

  The only slight disappointment about the day was that Nicholas wasn’t able to be here with me. It was my fault, really, for planning the collaring around the same time as their due date, but I hadn’t expected Rebecca to go into labour two weeks early. He’d been all set to come down and act as my support guy, but now he’d opted to stay at home with Rebecca and the twins, because they were still learning to cope with two babies, which I could completely understand.

  ‘So, are you ready, Nathan?’ The smooth baritone voice broke me from my thoughts and I turned to watch as Oliver Wolfe strode across the room towards me.

  Oliver, part-owner of Club Twist, a friend, and above all else, my former trainer. This was the man who had taught me how to control my anger and become a respected Dominant. He was probably the most revered member of the club, too, which wasn’t bad going considering he was only 41.

  ‘Oliver,’ I greeted him simply, and even though I didn’t call him Sir any more, I did give a respectful bow of my head. ‘I couldn’t be more ready,’ I replied, to which Oliver gave an amused smile.

  He was one of those men who just oozed confidence. Mind you, with his mother being Spanish he had taken on her olive skin, characteristic dark hair, and dark eyes, and gained his broad, tall frame from his father so he was certainly attractive to women. I suppose he had no reason not to feel confident. He wore suits with ease, drew the gaze of people wherever he went, walked like he owned the very ground beneath his feet, but somehow managed to do all this without being overtly arrogant.

  ‘Nice suit,’ he remarked, that same smile lingering as he took in the sharp cut of my navy tailored three-piece.

  ‘Thank you. As is yours,’ I replied, admiring the classic styling of his dark charcoal-grey suit. It was undoubtedly from the same tailor as mine, because as well as training me to be a Dominant, Oliver had guided me on becoming a man, too, including how to dress, where to shop, and even teaching me about the best foods and wines.

  ‘Anderson and Sheppard?’ I asked, naming my tailor.

  ‘Of course, they are the best.’

  Even though he was only 11 years older than me, Oliver had been a major role model for me when I was in my late teens and early twenties – certainly a better man to look up to than my father – and I’d tried to copy his immaculate dress sense, perfect posture, and sure strides to such an extent that I’d almost idolised him.

  I’d like to think I’d mostly been successful. The one area I’d failed in was to copy his consistent aura of calm. Oliver never lost his cool – not that I’d ever witnessed anyway – which was something I still occasionally struggled with.

  Moreover, he was probably the only man to ever make me quake in my boots. He’d made me do a hell of a lot more than just tremble, back when he’d trained me to be a Dominant, but the past was no doubt best left where it was.

  ‘Thank you so much for agreeing to be my attendant.’ Oliver had agreed to take over after Nicholas pulled out, so I thanked him warmly with a handshake, wincing as he nearly dislocated my shoulder. Jeez. I prided myself on a firm shake, but that one was knuckle-crunching.

  As my attendant, his role today was much like that of a best man at a wedding, except instead of doing a comical speech, Oliver would be expected to make a statement about my suitability as a good Dominant for Stella.

  ‘It’s my absolute pleasure,’ he replied in his lilting accent. He’d lived in England since the age of six, but his voice still retained just
a hint of his Spanish roots. It was almost upper class, but somehow filled with so much more darkness that it still sent a small shiver through me now. He was the very epitome of what a dominant should be; calm, self-aware, controlled – not to mention having the highest moral standards of anyone I’d ever met. He was famed for being supremely strict, but always, always abiding by the rules. It probably helped that he was also wickedly inventive with his use of toys.

  When Oliver had initially taken me on as a trainee I’d been an arrogant little fucker, rejecting his help because he was a male, and stating stubbornly that I could never learn anything about sex from him because he’d never be able to turn me on.

  In response, he’d calmly nodded, tied me to a St Andrew’s cross, and proceeded to use light flicks of his flogger to stimulate and arouse me until my dick had been like a flagpole and I’d begged him over and over to make me come.

  Only once I’d apologised for being a “stubborn little shite” did he use his flogger again to flick at my balls until I shot my load all over the training room floor. He’d made me clean up the mess afterwards, too.

  I twisted my lips wryly at the memory. Even though Oliver had been teaching me a lesson, that encounter was the closest we’d ever come to something sexual occurring between just the two of us, because all our future sessions had also included a female sub.

  I’d been so mortified at how easily I’d succumbed that I hadn’t been able to look him in the eye for weeks, choosing to favour the averted gaze that my father had always demanded. It had been effective, though, and from that day, instead of questioning his authority I’d started to see him as a figure that I could learn from. I thought I’d done fairly well; I might not command Oliver’s level of respect within the club, but I was certainly up there, and that was all down to his effective training.