The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  Submission.

  What exactly did that mean?

  Knowing she was in Club Sin to possibly submit to Kyler, she pushed any further questions from her mind. She needed to take this all in and let it simmer awhile before making any brash decisions.

  Desperately needing to change the subject to gather herself, she started to understand why he hadn’t asked to see her again until the weekend. And what play meant. “Do you come here every weekend?” At his nod, she went on. “Is that why you didn’t ask me out again until today, because you’re used to only being with a woman on the weekend?”

  His brows rose. “Well, Ella, your insistence of keeping this casual kept me from asking you out during the week. I wanted the chance to get to know you a bit before we played together again, which is why I called and texted you.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “I guess it’s also become routine that I only interact with women on the weekend. But you’re right; even as friends, we should spend more time together face-to-face. I’m sorry.”

  She shrugged. “I’m not upset or anything, but it makes more sense now.”

  “I’m glad it does.” He gave her a sweet smile. “I’ll fix that error. Promise.”

  She kind of loved that about Kyler. He seemed to be one of those guys that if she said something bothered her, he would do whatever he could to make her feel better. There was something magical in that—something she could easily trust. Something that made her rethink this whole casual bit between them.

  As she stared into his deep, slightly dangerous, and oh-so-dominant eyes, her world narrowed on only him. He was just about perfect, and that in itself was a scary thing. He read her. He wanted to do naughty things with her. But he would request her submission, and Ella wasn’t sure she could give him that. Or, if she was being honest with herself, what all of that meant.

  Under his fierce stare and feeling all out of sorts, she asked, “Can I have a glass of wine?”

  Kyler dropped his finger that trailed over her cheek. “No alcohol is allowed in Club Sin. In fact, you can’t drink before attending either. Tonight over dinner was an exception for you because you’re not playing as a submissive tonight.”

  Damn! She needed booze. Like, a lot of it.

  Concern tightened the corners of his eyes. “All right?”

  “I feel…” Nervous, confused, and horny.

  Glancing around the club at either the nude women or at least half-naked women, unease crept over her. She went with the most obvious thing that made her tremble inside. “I’m kinda feeling overdressed.”

  “Is that so?” Kyler’s voice lowered, taking on a firm tone she’d never heard from him. “Ah, let’s make this interesting, then, shall we? Give me your panties.”

  “Excuse me?” she gasped, alarmed.

  He raised his hand, eyes narrowing. “Take off your panties and put them in my hand, Ella.”

  The stern set of his jaw, matched with that unforgiving gaze, sent an unexplainable frenzy inside her. She read in his harsh stare that this wasn’t a question but a demand. Was that how it all worked? The whole Dom/sub thing was more about following commands. She didn’t know if she had it right quite yet, but she also felt a pull inside to do as he asked.

  She wanted excitement. She craved to be naughty. He wasn’t asking her to be naked or do anything too crazy. Reminding herself of her challenge, she pulled from the strength inside. Taking off her panties in public might have horrified her before, but she wasn’t that same person anymore. Saying yes to Kyler tonight had gotten her into the most erotic place she’d ever been to, and it did excite her.

  What would happen if she went further?

  I want to find out.

  Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she reached under her dress and slid her panties off her bottom. After she handed him her black lace thong, he tucked them into his pocket, as if they belonged there. Then he leaned forward and with a quick flick, he opened two of the buttons on her dress, showing off her cleavage and hints of her bra.

  He arched a brow. “How are you feeling now?”

  “Exposed,” she whispered.

  “What’s worse?” His head tilted, eyes searching hers. “Feeling overdressed or exposed?”

  She considered, glancing to the other women in the club and noticing she did fit in better now. “Overdressed.”

  “Good. We’ve fixed the problem, haven’t we?” He smiled, and his voice dipped into that low, sexy tone. “Now relax. You look beautiful. And I’m fucking hard knowing you’re wearing nothing under your skirt.”

  Odd compliments, but good God; she squeezed her thighs together. She liked him knowing that, too, and the flare of his nostrils indicated he wasn’t lying. Plus, the thought of his big, beautiful cock made her ache.

  She clenched her thighs, feeding pleasure to her clit, when a scream drew her gaze to the spanking bench again. Whoever the woman was, she erupted into an orgasm that looked damn good. Her entire body shook in quakes.

  Oh, Jesus.

  The sounds of the woman’s climax, matched with the Dom’s fierce thrusts, had Ella’s loins pulsating. As warm wetness coated her inner thighs, she rose from the couch and pulled her skirt lower down over her bottom before taking her seat again.

  Kyler chuckled. “Worried you’ll make the couch wet?”

  “Lord, no,” she exclaimed.

  One sleek eyebrow arched.

  She rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I am.” She pressed her hand against his smooth, masculine face, trying to push his gaze in the other direction. “Stop looking at me like that.” Or I’m going to jump your bones right here. Right now!

  A low rumble sounded from his throat. Before she knew it, she was hoisted onto his lap with her arms pinned behind her. “Nice try, little one.” His dark eyes held a world of mischief and his smile belonged to the devil himself. “Now what are you worried about?”

  His erection rested against her bare sex, and she fought the urge to rub herself all over him. “That I’ll make your pants wet.”

  He leaned close to her face, almost nose to nose. “Does it look like I care?”

  This passion between them was mind-blowing. She’d never believed anything like this existed, and now that she’d tasted desire with Kyler, she wanted more. She shook her head, unable to form the words.

  His eyes blazed with his dominance as he gripped her arms tight against her back. “Then we have fixed another problem, haven’t we?”

  Chapter Eleven

  A very warm, very aroused Ella squirmed against Kyler, testing his control. Within seconds of entering the dungeon, he’d seen her interest rise. For a vanilla woman, she didn’t look at all uncomfortable. Her dilated pupils and inability to sit still reflected excitement.

  She wasn’t hesitant, even if she was a little nervous. But she was asking questions, not running away. A good sign. Tonight he had a plan: No expectations. No demands. Only showing her what the lifestyle could offer.

  On his lap and pinned in his hold, she didn’t fight against him, she melted. A flush crept over her face and continued all the way down to her cleavage. As the erotic noises from the club drifted across him, his groin tightened, and he asked, “Tell me what you think of all this?”

  She gave a tight smile. “Don’t you already know that I’m apparently very turned on by this?”

  “Of course I see that, beautiful.” He kept his hands tight against her wrists and enjoyed the hitch of her breath. “But what do you feel about it?”

  She regarded him, then her brows furrowed. “I’m confused about how it all works and what is expected of women in the submissive role. I mean, I get the kink and why someone would like it.” Her voice became raspy, slow and seductive. “But it’s more the roles people play that I don’t understand. I guess what I’m seeing here wasn’t what I expected.”

  He didn’t mind her questions. In fact, he appreciated how honestly she answered him. There was something special in her show of trust, and he wanted to wrap his arms around her
only to gain more of it. “What did you expect to see?”

  “Women kneeling next to men.” She shrugged. “Just more of a show of ownership, I guess.”

  He understood why her mind went there. The lifestyle ranged from very light BDSM in the bedroom to a Master/slave relationship, where the slave was owned; sometimes all the time under the command of her Master and sometimes only during a set time. “Club Sin is based on the preferences of Dmitri, which happen to be the preferences of all the Club Sin Masters. That’s likely because we’re all close friends and share the same views.”

  He paused, knowing he had to get this right. She had a lot to learn, this little one. He wanted to be as clear as possible. “We like submissives in a scene, not out of it. There are expectations, like calling a Master by the appropriate address, as in Master Dmitri, or a Dom sir. But other than that, we treat the women in Club Sin with respect and gratitude.”

  A wrinkle marred her forehead. “So, then, what’s the point of being a submissive?” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “I get why some women go after that type of lifestyle to surrender control, but I guess I don’t understand what the submissives get out of it in Club Sin, if they’re not doing it all the time.”

  He couldn’t hold back his grin. He liked a lot about Ella, but what he thought he liked most was how inquisitive she was. She wasn’t judgmental, and that was attractive. Even if he suspected being a 24/7 submissive wouldn’t appeal to her, she didn’t turn her nose down at it, either.

  She had a warm heart.

  One he had the yearning to protect.

  He ran his thumbs over her wrists, gazing at her cleavage, which all but popped out of her bra. “It’s an escape from reality. It’s a place of great friends who you know will always have your back. Plus, to be surrounded by others who enjoy a kinky lifestyle gives a sense of unity that can be a rock to someone who needs it.”

  He hesitated, letting her process. When the furrow in her brow lessened, he continued. “We, as Doms, want to know we are making the lives of the submissives in Club Sin better. In a world where sometimes it feels like you are doing no good, coming here gives the sense that we are improving lives.”

  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.