The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  “Ah, that is very sweet.”

  She didn’t know if he meant her response or how she tasted. Though she decided she didn’t care as he flicked her clit in a fast rhythm leaving her squirming. Heaviness settled low in her body when his mouth vanished. He kissed her thigh and asked, “I already know you like the water, but what else do you do for fun?”

  She could barely lie still, fighting against her desire to grab his head and send him back to her sex. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pinning her to him. She gasped. “The. Theater.”

  “I’ve always enjoyed a good musical, too.” His breath brushed across her heated flesh as he kissed her clit. “Seems we have more in common than just how much our bodies react to each other, hmmm?”

  Before she could pull away and discount that personal connection between them, keeping things sexual, not intimate, he no longer teased and asked questions. He slid one finger deep inside of her, settling his tongue over her clit and flicking it in a fast rhythm that matched the speed of his finger deep inside her.

  Fire stormed into her lower body. Her inner muscles were clenching, as he drove her ecstasy higher. When he added another finger into her wet heat, she became undone. Pleasure overtook her and she writhed against his mouth, pushing against him for a deeper sensation. Yet it wasn’t enough, not quite there…

  Needing more, craving her orgasm, she dropped her hands to his head and ground herself against his mouth. His fingers pumped inside her, fast and determined. He wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked hard.

  Then she was flying.

  She bucked and jerked, moaning out in pure erotic euphoria. Each deep contraction of pleasure made her scream out louder, and only Elliott pinning her to the bed kept her still. She fisted his hair and shuddered against his mouth.

  By the time her mind returned and the hard shaking of her body faded, she was left panting, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin. Then she realized she had threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him tight against her.

  Elliott kissed her swollen clit before he glanced up her body with narrowed eyes. “Mary, where are your hands?”

  She blinked out of her hazy state and nearly cursed, realizing her mistake. “On your head, sir.”

  A devilish grin played on the corners of his mouth. “While I’ll never complain about you grinding your sweet cunt against my mouth, I do believe I gave you an order.” Darkness stormed into his gaze. “An order that I’m sure you know well enough not to ignore.”

  —

  Elliott grinned at Mary’s wide eyes. Oh, yes, the sub realized her mistake. Good. He reached for the black rope on the nightstand and ran it through his fingers, staring down at her. He looked over her corset, cursing the damn thing. His tongue tingled to lick her breasts, to nibble on her nipple, and to suck it into the roof of his mouth.

  He glanced lower over Mary’s creamy white thighs, and he noticed that his cock was standing straight up, veins protruding along the shaft, as desire engulfed him. The sensation of possession he had not felt in a very long time, if ever, stormed across him.

  Lust didn’t lie.

  A connection to a woman this intense was clear-cut. But Mary continued to keep him at a very safe distance. Though once that busy mind of hers shut off, she gave herself over to him. And it was lovely. He swallowed deeply, glancing into her eyes. There you go, sweetheart. She stared at him openly, and without this barrier he saw every once in a while. The steamy look she gave him now was one he had wondered if he’d ever find: deep, unleashed passion.

  Elliott had waited to experience this since his divorce. To meet the one woman who made sense out of why his marriage had failed. To make him feel that ending his marriage was the right thing to do. He had never felt this level of passion with his ex-wife. She had never reacted under his touch like Mary had. But past that, his ex-wife had never given him her submission, not like this.

  Not this raw and real.

  Certainly not with the level of emotion that Mary offered. In a few special moments that he would never forget, she gave every last piece of her: her body, her mind, and her soul. Elliott knew it wasn’t so much her actions drawing him in; it was a feeling running through him, calling to his Dominance.

  Protect her.

  Cherish her.

  Keep her.

  All his wants and wishes were suddenly right there waiting for him, as if fate had finally delivered the submissive made for him. The one woman who needed him as much as he needed her. The possibility of having something that he only dreamed possible: love and submission combined, not one or the other.

  Now he had it so close he couldn’t stop himself from tasting and savoring it.

  Allowing himself to experience this unexplainable connection, he gestured to Mary’s hand, and as if she read his thoughts, she lifted her wrist. Last night he wanted to bind her, but her emotional state made him hesitant. Mary’s body was lax and quiet. Willing, dark eyes allowed him to do as he pleased. He intended to fulfill his desires.

  He wrapped the rope around her wrists, and formed a cuff and then slid the end of the rope through the headboard. He continued on to her other wrist, making another cuff and binding her. Once he tied the knots, keeping her right there in the bed for whatever he wanted, he noticed the flush of her cheeks.

  “Bondage is a favored kink?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she rasped.

  Though he also wondered if the experience felt unnerving to her, as it would for a new submissive when she was first bound. Mary had already lived one life; now it was like she was starting over.

  Elliott reveled in the game.

  He continued wrapping the free end of the rope all the way down her forearm, until he reached her elbow and tied a knot. “Tell me why you enjoy bondage.”

  Her breath hitched once before her voice came out steady. “I’m aroused by the portrayal that there is an edge of danger, that I cannot run away. That you could do whatever you wanted to me.” Her gaze held his, strong and solid in her choice to allow this. “That it gives me the sense that you are in complete control of me.”

  He finished wrapping her other forearm, and after he tied the knot, he said, “I could do many wicked things to you, couldn’t I?” He admired her creamy skin against the black rope, and his cock jerked to get inside her.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied with a soft grin.

  “But we both know these ropes do not control you, do they?”

  “No, sir. You control me.”

  This woman tempted him, the one who gave him truthful answers about their connection. The distant woman he figured was a front to keep him at bay. He leaned down over her and brought his mouth close to hers. “You like my control, don’t you, Mary? Like that I am teaching you how not to move when I ask, because you cannot help yourself but squirm under my touch?”

  She arched into him. “Yes, sir.”

  Emotionally, he saw the distance she’d kept him at. Whenever he stopped touching her, she shut down. The moment his hands were on her body, she roused. He knew if he hadn’t pushed for her to stay the weekend, she wouldn’t have. But he wanted to know more about her and he wanted to investigate why he felt such a draw to her; whether she wanted the same, only time would tell.

  Pressing his lips against hers, he gave her a soft, passionate kiss that spoke of emotion. Mary tensed beneath him at his obvious plan, but he closed his body against hers. He had her trapped, right there in his mastery, and he knew exactly what she needed.

  To be touched intimately…

  He continued to kiss her deeply and reached for the condom on the night table. He never stopped kissing her as he opened the wrapper and sheathed himself. He didn’t give her a second to think about what he was going to do next; he swiftly entered her in one quick stroke.

  Her hips arched into him and she moaned against his mouth. He rubbed his pelvis against her clit, gyrating into her, building her pleasure. As her breath deepened across his face and her kisses
became harder, he nudged her head to the side and dragged his tongue along her neck. He ran a hand under her bottom, wrapping her thigh around his back, and keeping his thrusts slow and sensual. Personal. Emotional.

  He wouldn’t allow her to keep that wall between them; he needed to know for himself if what he felt was real. Nipping at her neck, he told her without words exactly where she should be.

  “Elliott,” she said in warning.

  “Quiet,” he growled against her warm flesh. “Mine to fuck how I want to, Mary.”

  She might think she needed to be fucked roughly, and even from his spanking her last night, she might have expected that from him. But Mary needed to be cherished and adored. And Elliott desperately had to find out if what he thought could be the start to something between them was an accurate assumption.

  Thrusting in and out, he sensed her cunt drying under her hesitation, so he lifted her bottom up and thrust fast and hard, driving into her until her body gave him what he wanted: a soaking-wet pussy for him to play with. He sensed the struggle in her moans, partly telling herself to hate this—to not allow him to touch her with such emotion. The other part telling him just how much she liked it.

  Licking his way back up her neck, he lifted his head and wasn’t surprised to see the confusion rushing across her pinched expression. Her eyes were dark, but her brows were furrowed. To stop her mind, he kissed her hard, thrusting deeply, hitting her G-spot, over and over again.

  When he sensed her relax beneath him, he slowed his thrusts, running his hand up and down her thigh, touching her every which way he could: with his mouth, his cock, his hands.

  Overwhelming her with his intentions. Forcing her to know only his touch. Demanding she stop shutting him out. Ordering that her mind quiet. He wanted it all.

  He broke the kiss, opening his eyes to her, and her brow had settled. The pleasure overrode her obvious broken heart that was refusing to let anyone else in. He slid inside her with ease. “This is how I want your cunt, easily accepting me. Showing me how much you want me.”

  Her moans deepened, yet she held his gaze with a soft acceptance in the depths of her eyes, spellbinding him. “Yeah, darlin’,” he murmured, “Staring at me like that. Right at me. Telling me exactly what you need.”

  Swirling his hips, he rode her with the intent to touch her heart. He didn’t give her rough lovemaking to crash her into her orgasm, but he drove her there with slow precision. Her inner walls clamped against him, her eyes went wide, and he clenched his jaw, struck by something he saw in their depths. Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but something that felt so damn good he never wanted to let it go.

  He moved faster, harder, always keeping his body close to hers, pushing her into the mattress. Running his hand up her thigh, he continued on until he reached her chin. He held it in his grip, holding her right to him. “Yes, Mary, come like this. Looking nowhere but at me. Keep your eyes open.”

  “Yes…” was all she managed before her breath hitched.

  Elliott watched her, as it appeared she wasn’t looking at him, too stuck in her head. But then the emotion that filled her expression sucked him in. For years he’d wanted a submissive to look at him like that. That he was her all. That she belonged only to him, and Mary gave him that now in the seconds of her building orgasm. A look so intoxicating he’d forever be chasing to see it again, and he hoped to have it last longer than mere seconds.

  Beneath him, her inner muscles worked over his cock in a splendid ride. He grunted against the vise grip of her channel and his orgasm rose in the emotion she showed him. The softness in her expression. That specialness he saw in her soul. His cum pulsed into the condom as he rocked into her, grunting with each contraction of his penis.

  He dropped his mouth to hers, and he wouldn’t let her forget the connection between them. He craved for her to see this unknown chemistry he could practically taste on his tongue. Yet when he broke the kiss and lifted his head, he saw the distance in her gaze, and the return of her pinched expression. Whatever she felt in that special moment between them, she regretted. In fact, sadness reflected heavily in her eyes.

  Now that he’d seen that pure submission, even a glimpse of it, her distance and pain clenched his chest. How could something be so beautiful but so out of his reach? With a sigh, he yanked the knots from the rope, unbinding her from the headboard.

  Once free, she moved away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. A long, terribly thick few seconds passed before she hung her head and whispered, “Thank you for this weekend, but I think it’s best I leave now. Are you done with me, sir?”

  He stared at her hair flowing down her back, wanting to tangle his fingers in its soft strands and make her stay. He couldn’t understand why she could show him such submission in those seconds and then just shut it off. Why she wouldn’t let this glaringly obvious connection between them develop. Why she was entirely against the idea of even forming a friendship. How could she walk away so easily, as if this weekend hadn’t meant anything to her? He doubted the gentle-hearted Mary could do that, which only spoke of how much pain she was in. “Are you okay, Mary?” he asked gently.

  She paused, drew in a long breath, then glanced over her shoulder. Tears welled in her eyes. “Yes. This weekend was wonderful. I’m just not ready for this. Please let me leave.”

  The demand to force her to stay hung on his tongue. He wanted to understand her and help her through her troubles. Though at the stiffness in her shoulders, he knew she was already long gone. “If you want to leave, Mary, you may.”

  Much to his disappointment, she did.

  Chapter Eight

  On Monday morning, Elliott leaned against his chair surrounded by the directors of Foster Enterprises. The posh building with the industrial design had been the first building he’d bought when he graduated from Harvard.

  In his late thirties, he took the wealth left to him by his late parents’ estate, which he shared with his sister, and then expanded his business and began buying companies in crisis. Both his parents had lived full lives and died in their seventies—his mother from brain cancer and his father from a heart attack two years later—and what he learned about business had come from his father.

  Elliott scanned the room, listening to the conversations going on around him, and he was proud of what his company had become. From his knowledge and driven work ethic, he had turned his company into a multimillion-dollar venture. He owned a string of businesses across the United States, with most in New York and Los Angeles. Foster Enterprises had some of the savviest businesspeople he’d ever met.

  One thing was certain: With every company he had either bought outright or simply invested in as a silent partner, it had succeeded beyond his hope. Not a single business he’d invested in had failed.

  The vice president and his sister, Ana, flipped through the real estate agreement. Wearing a black pin-striped skirt suit, her dyed blond hair was pulled back in its typical bun. Her light gray eyes quickly scanned the document. When she finally raised her head, her red painted lips pulled into a frown. “If we are buying the IT company in Boston, we need to act now and give full price. There is more interest on this one. If we wait, we’re going to go into a bidding war.”

  Elliott nodded, lacing his fingers together on the table. “Agreed.” He turned to the director of sales, Gerald. “Go ahead and contact the realtor. Put in our offer at full price.” Especially considering full price was way below market value. Thus was the reality of a business going belly-up.

  Gerald nodded, gathering his papers off the oak desk. “I’ll get it done.”

  Elliott tidied up the paperwork in front of him and said to the others in the meeting room, “That’s all for now. We’ll meet again once the deal is firmed up.”

  The rest of the directors rose from their chairs and then left the meeting room. Ana placed the agreement back in the file folder and smiled. “It’s a good choice for us.”

  “You were right on with this one,�
�� he replied, damn happy his sister, who was two years his junior, excelled in business. She hadn’t always worked for him, but had joined the company after her divorce six years ago, when she needed a better income to support her four children.

  Elliott had hired her without question. Ana was a good employee and started with a job as director of sales. When the VP position became available because his last employee retired, she’d fit perfectly into that role.

  Ana rose from her leather chair and pushed it under the table, grinning at him. “Of course I was right. I always am.” Then, with her usual strut, she headed out of the meeting room.

  Elliott laughed, shaking his head. He and his sister always had a close relationship, and after her divorce, they’d only become tighter. She was a big reason why Foster Enterprises did so well this last quarter.

  His little sister was brilliant.

  Once the office was quiet, Elliott turned to the windows at his back, staring out at the busy Las Vegas strip. Cars passed by and thousands of people walked up and down the street. It never did go quiet down there.

  That was one thing about Vegas Elliott didn’t enjoy. He preferred a quieter life. Yet with Ana in Vegas, the only family he had left, he knew he’d never leave. Vegas was home. Elliott had long ago accepted that.

  He ran a hand across his tired eyes, since he hadn’t got much sleep last night. His thoughts oddly returned to Mary. Since she had left him so abruptly on Sunday morning, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and he had just about enough of thinking about her and not doing something about it.

  Elliott reminded himself that he hadn’t become successful by waiting around for things to happen. He took matters into his own hands. Even if Mary indicated clearly enough she didn’t want to investigate the connection between them, Elliott wouldn’t let her walk away from him that easily.

  She showed too many mixed signals. And the good signals were too beautiful to ignore.

  He wasn’t a young man anymore. He had waited a long time to find someone who was as connected to him on a D/s level as he and Mary had been. Something existed between them. Something special, Elliott didn’t doubt that.