by Abby Gordon
“I choose you,” he told her, releasing her chin. “Twenty-four hours.”
“Ally, do you agree to be Master JW’s submissive for the next twenty-four hours?”
“Yes, Master Liam,” she whispered.
“Clear the room,” O’Grady ordered quietly.
The other subs stood, took their cloaks from the hooks on the wall, and left. Liam followed them out and closed the door.
Closing her eyes, Ally focused on her breathing. This was her first time in the selection room. Master Liam had told her that it might take a while before a Dom selected her. So for this Dom, who Master Liam clearly knew well, to choose her had her fighting a panic attack.
“Are you all right?”
She heard the concern in his voice even as the deep rasping resonated with something inside her. She opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of her.
“I’m fine, sir,” she whispered.
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No, sir!” she gasped, her gaze flying to his face. Realizing her error, she dropped her eyes quickly. But the glance had been enough to take in his dark gray eyes, short dark hair, and broad shoulders. “I’m just a bit nervous, sir.”
“Understandable,” he said quietly. His fingers gripped her chin again and lifted her head. “Look at me, Ally.”
Swallowing, she obeyed and drank in what she saw. Not classically handsome like Andy, his features were rugged or what her mother would have called rough-hewn. In his eyes, she saw something familiar. It took her a moment to realize that she’d seen that same look in the eyes of her grandfather and uncle. This man had been in battle and was suffering because of it.
A rumble startled her and he grimaced. She smiled slightly. “Sir, may I get you something to eat or drink? Master Liam keeps sandwiches in the bar.” She gestured to the corner.
He smiled and nodded. “Roast beef and cheese, if they have it.”
“And to drink?”
“Scotch. Neat. Double.”
Releasing her face, he handed her his empty glass and went to a seating area nearby, while she went to the bar. He sat down and stretched his legs out.
“You look vaguely familiar,” he commented.
“Andrew Brown is my cousin.”
He frowned, as if trying to remember Andy mentioning her at any time and couldn’t.
“Andy’s cousin? How are you related?”
“Our fathers were brothers. Mine was the black sheep of the family. His father disowned him when he married beneath their class.”
“And where are your parents now?” He asked the question as if he knew the answer before she said anything.
“Father died on his fishing boat during a sudden storm when I was six. My mother, grandfather, and her brother were killed when a drunk driver hit our car the night I graduated from college in 2001. When I woke up, Andy and Bel were all I had left, and they brought me to New York City.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For their deaths or for my being in the city?” She poured his Scotch and wondered if this was normal. She didn’t think so. She had a feeling most Doms didn’t chitchat with their subs like this.
A snort of laughter burst from his throat. “Both. Truly about your family and, well, I hate the city. Too damn many people.”
“And no fresh sea air,” she whispered, picking up the sandwich plate and glass. She walked across the room to him. “I’ve gone to the beach here when I was desperate, but it just wasn’t the same.”
“Still too many people.”
“There was that,” she agreed, placing the plate and glass on the table next to him.
When she hesitated at where she should go, he caught her hand and pulled her onto his lap.
“So how did that bring you to the Club?” He felt her entire body go still and gave her a sharp studying look. “Ally, answer me.”
“My ex-husband. The marriage was short, thank God, but…” she swallowed. “I really did try to give therapy a chance, but it just didn’t work. So Andy suggested…”
“The Club?” JW finished. She nodded. He was reminded of Wesley’s suggestion and dismissed it as a possibility for himself. Instead, he focused on connecting the dots that made Ally tick. He needed to find the trigger for her. The one thing that would have her melting at his touch and eager to please him. He needed her trust. He did remember that much. “Does Liam know why you’re here?”
“Of course,” she replied, blinking in surprise at his question. He raised an eyebrow at her error. “Sir.” He nodded. “He wasn’t sure at first, but after completing the questionnaire, he agreed.”
JW picked up half the sandwich and finished it in three bites. As he chewed, he considered what she’d said. He also felt her relax slightly against him. That was good. He didn’t want a terrified submissive. He finished the other half of the sandwich and picked up the Scotch.
“Ally,” he murmured, sipping from the glass.
Her body tensed. Yes, she knew what was coming. He downed the last of the fiery liquid and felt it burn his throat before spreading through his body. Feeling her softness against his chest was creating a different type of heat. Setting the glass down on the table with a thump, he covered her right breast with a heavy hand and kneaded the plump mound. Her breath caught softly and his cock hardened at her reaction.
It had been too long. Over a year of being in the mountains, not wanting to even think about a woman, about anything besides the current mission. And the soft, willing sub on his lap was temptation personified. All he wanted was to bury his cock in her. Lose himself in her heat. For just one moment, forget about the ugliness of combat by exploring her body and making her beg.
He couldn’t fuck her here. Beyond the fact that Liam would need to use the room soon, JW was certain that the public rooms had cameras or monitoring systems. The private rooms probably were discretely monitored as well. Liam was serious about protecting subs and slaves.
Ally moaned and JW realized he was pinching her nipple. As she trembled against him, he saw her bite her lip again. Wondering just how ready she was, he released the turgid tip and moved his hand over her curves and between her thighs. His fingers parted her labia. He could feel the heat and moisture of her arousal.
“Are you ready for me, little one?” he asked, hearing the need in his own voice. He put his mouth to her ear, hoping his wouldn’t be picked up by the security system. “Are you ready for me to fuck your pussy until you can’t move? Until you can’t think?”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped as his finger circled her folds before slipping into her pussy.
He continued to stroke her, watching for her reactions. Her eyes half-closed as her breathing hitched. His thumb flicked her clit and a shudder swept through her body. A small whimper escaped her throat. Knowing she was on edge, he removed his hand and squeezed her breast.
“Excellent. Get your cloak and follow me.”
He grabbed her waist and set her on her feet. She stumbled slightly as she went to the row of hooks near the door. She took the only cloak hanging and swirled it around her shoulders. He opened the door and left the room.
Chapter Three
Ally pulled the hood up to cover her head as she followed him up the stairs. She had no idea who he was. He must be someone important if Master Liam escorted him to the selection room. So, for him to pick her, knowing she was new to the scene, scared the daylights out of her. If she disappointed him in anyway and he complained to Master Liam, few others would choose her. Hands clasped tightly before her, she kept her eyes on the floor.
And plowed right into his broad back when she didn’t see him stop.
“Sorry, sir,” she gasped, unable to believe she’d screwed up already.
Then she compounded her mistake by looking up into his eyes as he turned around to face her. He would never be on magazine covers but there was something about his face that appealed to her. The wrinkles around his eyes told her he was probably in his late thirties or early forties. His skin was dark f
rom sun exposure and the fingers that had held her chin were callused from work. He carried himself like a military man—just like her grandfather and uncle.
Suddenly, she realized who he was. She’d heard whispers of a Club member, a bastard scion of a society family, who’d joined the military as soon as he’d turned eighteen. He’d been in Desert Storm and, after 9/11, he’d headed to Afghanistan. At least, those were the rumors. She didn’t think anyone dared ask about him.
“One spanking,” he murmured, his hand coming up and touching her collar. “Should I make it two?” She dropped her eyes and he grunted. “I gave newbies fresh out of basic a chance. I can do the same with you.”
As he punched his code into the panel near the door, Ally felt relief sweep through her body. Now, if she could pay attention, she might just make it through the next twenty-four hours with her ass intact. His fingers wrapped around her upper arm and propelled her into the room ahead of him.
Startled, she whirled about to face him. Striding toward her as the door slid closed behind him, he pulled the cloak from her shoulders before removing the barrette that held her long hair back at her nape.
“Kneel, Ally.”
Knowing what was coming, she obeyed but did not sit back on her heels. His hands were on his belt.
“May I, sir?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he replied, moving his hands away.
She quickly worked the buckle, moving the ends back a loop before releasing the button and easing the zipper down. He shoved his slacks and briefs down. She inhaled. His cock was semi-erect, but she could tell that it would be larger than most she’d been exposed to over the past month.
“May I touch you, sir?”
“Yes.”
Wrapping her fingers at the root, she stroked his shaft, loving the velvety smoothness. His fingers weaved through her hair as her touch brought him fully erect. She was doing this. She was arousing a man. The success gave her more confidence, especially at his next words.
“Open your mouth.”
She heard the hoarseness as his lust grew.
Obediently, she parted her lips and tilted her head back. His length pressed past her teeth and over her tongue. When she flicked her tongue over the slit, he groaned. His grip on her head tightened. That quickly he took total control.
He stroked his cock in and out, going so deep she would have gagged if he’d stayed there long. She had let her hands fall to her sides when he’d ordered her to open her mouth. Now, she lightly ran her palms up the backs of his muscular thighs and gripped his taut buttocks.
“Come on,” he muttered.
Puzzled, she peeked up at his face. His eyes were closed and it almost looked like he was in pain. Not sure what to do, she began to lower her hands from his ass. With a moan, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
“Look at me, Ally,” he told her, fingers flying down his shirt to push the buttons free. “Unless I say otherwise, you are to watch my face. Learn my expressions. Watch and pay attention.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, surprised at such an unorthodox command.
He toed his shoes off as he let the shirt drop to the floor. In seconds, he was naked. Reaching forward, he tugged on the ribbon that held her toga up. It pooled around her feet. She couldn’t control the tremors that swept through her as she maintained eye contact with him. The way he looked at her made her think he wanted to devour her from head to toe.
“Turn around,” he whispered, gesturing his hand in a circle. “Let me see you.”
Obeying, she went fully around, wondering if the rasp in his voice meant that he was trying to control himself. Could he really want her that much? She’d read romance novels and had dreamt of a man so eager and desperate for her that he would…
Wrapping his long fingers around her arm, he practically dragged her to the bed. He stopped and her momentum whipped her around to face him.
With an arm around her waist, he held her to his chest and gazed down at her for a long moment. With his other hand in her hair, Ally could do nothing but stare at him. As the hand at her back moved, his mouth came down on hers.
She moaned, pressing her body against his, wanting more of his touch than she could believe. His hand went between her thighs. With no preliminary exploration, his fingers thrust inside her pussy. She whimpered in need.
Almost immediately, he ended the kiss, his eyes narrowed. He threw her on the bed and followed her so quickly that she was still trying to figure out what had happened when his heavy body loomed over her. His hands pulled her thighs apart, making room for his narrow hips, and he thrust his cock inside her pussy.
She gasped as he pushed her knees to her shoulders. He stretched her. He filled her. And he fucked her as if his life depended on it.
This was what she’d been looking for. A man taking control of her, making her take his cock, doing what he wanted to her. It was like nothing she’d experienced before.
The pounding of his hips became faster, deeper, and harder. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the heat that filled her core. This man had chosen her from the more experienced submissives. He’d wanted her. He was using her and was relishing the use of her pussy. Friction built up. Heat rose up in her. She felt as if a coil of electricity was winding tighter in her belly, eager to be released. She barely remembered her training.
“Sir?”
His eyes met hers and must have recognized her need.
“No, not yet,” he grunted.
Denied an orgasm, Ally fought for control. He had said “no.” She’d never been denied before and now she struggled not to throw her head back and scream in pleasure. He chose me, she chanted silently. She would obey him completely. She would please him and then, maybe, he would let her come before the twenty-four hours were up.
Her training came back to her—focus on the Dom. He’d said she could look at him, and she drank in her fill of a man, finally, enjoying sex with her. His arms were roped muscles on either side of her head. His lean, toned body glistened with sweat and his breathing was fast and shallow. Nearly as fast as the thrusts of his cock into her pussy.
“Squeeze my cock,” his hoarse voice told her. “Squeeze hard. Now.”
Holding her breath, she tightened her pussy around his cock. Suddenly, she wanted him inside her as far and deep as he could go. And she didn’t want him to leave.
“Master, use me,” she whispered, not sure if he could hear her over his grunts.
“Yes!” he groaned in triumph.
He thrust one last time and released inside her, his hips pressed tightly against her core. His heavy body collapsed and she sighed under his weight. Wrapping her arms and legs around his torso, she hummed softly. He had found satisfaction in her body.
For a long moment, the only sound was his heavy breathing.
“Should I spank you for not paying attention earlier or reward you for not coming?” he murmured.
Ally flushed, both embarrassed at her mistake and proud from his praise. He raised himself slightly, bracing his weight on an elbow near her ear.
“I think…both,” he decided, a finger tracing her collarbone. “I can’t have you making mistakes.”
“No, sir,” she whispered, hoping he’d go easy on her since she had obeyed him.
His fingers plucked at her nipples, teasing them until they were pebbled and erect. His low chuckle surprised her.
“Perhaps I can punish and reward you at the same time.”
She frowned and dared to look swiftly at his mouth without meeting his eyes. His lips were curved slightly. His fingers pinched her nipple and she inhaled sharply. He pinched the other and nodded.
“Yes, I think I can,” he murmured, lifting his hips from her and pulling his cock from her pussy.
He left the bed and went to the chest of drawers near the door. Knowing better than to move until he told her to, Ally twisted her head to watch his movement across the room. He turned. Seeing the objects he had selected
, she understood what he intended.
His large hands held a flogger, nipple clamps, a small tube, and a condom packet. Returning to the bed, he bent over her chest and suckled her breasts. Moaning and arching into his mouth, she struggled to remain still. When he lifted his head, she watched his expressions—intent, serious, and confident. A thrill rippled through her. Her master knew what she needed. He was watching her, playing her, just as Mistress Alice, the submissive’s trainer, had told her a good dominant would. Ally felt part of her mind relax as she went into a deeper bond of trust with him.
The nipple clamps went on her now turgid tips and he tightened them until she cried out at the pressure. She took a deep breath as her body adjusted and felt the heat grow in her belly. Her hips arched slightly off the bed.
“Master,” she whispered, hearing the hunger in her own voice.
“All fours, head near the pillows,” he ordered tersely.
She scrambled to obey, keeping her eyes focused on the muted brown pattern of the bedspread. She felt his eyes on her body and attempted to prevent the shiver that ran through her limbs. His hand smoothed over her back, sweeping her hair aside so it hung over her left shoulder.
“Knees farther apart.”
She opened her thighs up several more inches. The first strike of the leather strip was light on the backs of her thighs. She closed her eyes, knowing he was testing himself as much as her.
“Four more,” he said quietly. “Then I’ll fuck your ass.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied softly. “Thank you, sir.”
The leather struck higher, just below her pussy. She gasped at the pain that lanced through her. The next fell even harder at the curve of her ass. She couldn’t bite back the sob that left her throat. The third and fourth were progressively harder and landed in the same area as the second. Her ass was throbbing and she reveled in the fire that filled her womb. Ever since Master Liam had administered her first spanking, she’d realized that she would do almost anything to get one. The heat on her ass never failed to push the fire in her pussy to new heights.
“Damn,” he muttered, his hands stroking her fiery ass. “You’ve a beautiful ass, Ally.” He leaned over her, the heat of his body adding to the fire inside her. “My cock is hard from how well you took your spanking. Which means I’ve got to fuck you again.”