Vulnerable [Club Pleasure 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Allyson Young

  “Let’s get home, honey,” he said very quietly. “I have something to show you.”

  Elise’s pussy drenched her inner thighs, and she couldn’t take a deep breath. “Okay,” she managed to say, and to her chagrin, it emerged as a faint squeak.

  The drive home was silent with the exception of her heart hammering in her temples. She wanted to laugh, she really did, and loved it that Ross was seeing this side of her, so long buried. Not that he appeared to be finding anything particularly funny about the situation. Well, he didn’t have to sit on tender private parts. Her pussy and buttocks throbbed in concert, although it wasn’t anything she couldn’t live with, not that she was going to tell Ross. When they pulled up to his place, Elise was in such a state of chaotic emotions that she was vibrating. Ross grabbed the bag of lingerie out of the back seat before coming around to open her door. She eased out of the seat and to her feet, taking his free hand in a regal gesture, allowing the car door to slam shut behind her. Ross winced again at the treatment of his car. It seemed to be a day for winces.

  He released her hand to open the door to his building, only to take it again. It was as if he thought she might flee. Elise wasn’t going anywhere. The evening was shaping up to be something memorable, and she wondered at her anticipation and hope. She allowed him to escort her to his home and stood patiently as he opened the locks and ushered her inside before shutting the door with such care that it underscored the control he was maintaining.

  He tossed the bag on the floor and gestured to her clothing. Elise let the imp run free, slowly releasing each snap on her sweater before allowing it to slide down her arms and drop off the end of her fingertips. Her cotton bra no longer seemed as staid, what with her nipples poking at it, their darker color evident behind the stretched white fabric. She ran her fingers over them and Ross made a sound deep in his chest. Elise froze at it and realized she had overstepped. She reached behind her to free the hooks and shrugged first one shoulder and then the other to work the straps down over her arms and to her wrists, the cups dropping free as she did so. Ross’s gaze fixed on her breasts, and for an instant, she wished she had gotten a piercing or a tattoo. She stood as long as she dared before slipping the button at the waist of her skirt free and pulling the little zipper down. A shimmy of her hips was all that it took for the garment to slip to pool around her feet. She had daringly eschewed panties, although really hadn’t been able to entertain the idea of wearing anything against her tender folds. Ross made another sound, but this one sounded garbled, and his face lost that impassive look. Elise felt intensively feminine and once again absurdly happy that she pleased him.

  * * * *

  Ross stood gaping at his Amazon’s swollen naked pussy like some dweeb looking at his first nude woman. Fuck, she was magnificent! He managed to shut his mouth and act. When she had come down that hallway with her hair done in that funky style, he very nearly hadn’t recognized her, and she was going to get her ass beaten raw for teasing him and ruining her beautiful hair, too. She had looked like a submissive playing the kinky Domme, and his alpha had erupted to the surface to deal with her.

  “Go to the kitchen and sit on the breakfast bar,” he grated, and watched her immediately do as he asked. It was true. He wasn’t telling her anymore. He was asking, and she was complying. It felt evolved. Her full buttocks swayed enticingly and still bore the marks of his correction. He kicked off his shoes and followed the tapping of her sandals. When he saw her sitting demurely on the granite, buttocks spread beneath her, hands gripping the furled edge of the counter, her legs crossed at the ankles, his cock went from hard to set in concrete. It throbbed and ached. He fumbled to pull a stool toward her and commanded her to spread her legs. When she did so, he sat between them, the breakfast bar putting her at nearly the perfect height for his tall frame. He carefully pulled her labia apart, her quiet hiss registering in the depths of his brain, just as the beauty of her cunt imprinted. There would be no fucking her tonight, but he couldn’t resist pressing a tender kiss on her core. He stood up and let her thighs close and then unbuttoned his shirt in a parody of her earlier evocative striptease. Her eyes widened, and he thought he saw quickly suppressed mirth.

  The waxing had made him want to scream like a girl, although screaming was highly underrated in his opinion when it came to bringing a woman to her best sexual effort. Having his chest hair yanked from the depths of his skin, especially around the flat discs of his nipples was an experience he never planned to repeat, however, not even for Elise, and if she chose to shave her pussy from here on in instead of waxing, not only would he support her, he would help. He had hung in beneath the esthetician’s efficient hands only by thinking evilly of how Elise’s nipples would be chafed as his hair grew back. Ross dropped his shirt and let her look her fill. She made a little face of disappointment, and Ross couldn’t help but laugh until she spoke.

  “I like your chest better with hair, Ross. Did it hurt?”

  Her too sweet, innocent question, belied by the harsh raven-black of her hair and the startling red tips, not to mention the exotic look of the exaggerated makeup, had him yanking her off the counter to her feet. Her buttocks squeaked against the granite, and she gasped at his sudden movement.

  “It hurt, honey, and I get the lesson, but now you can make it better. Get on your knees.”

  She sank down, and Ross wished he had brought a pillow to soften the tile, but then forgot his good intentions when she glanced up at him, and her amusement glinted through her lashes. Game, set, but not the match. He freed his cock.

  “Open.”

  Her purple-painted lips parted and glistened as she licked them. Ross shoved inside and as always, the heat and wetness of a woman’s mouth, the hint of sharp little teeth, thrilled him, but this was even better. This was his woman, and today had been a thrill a minute. She closed her lips and sucked hard, and Ross bit back a groan. She was really good at this, and he wanted to last.

  “You aren’t required to do anything but take me, Elise,” he commanded, and she immediately relaxed her mouth. He worked his cock back and forth, building a rhythm and his orgasm. He bumped the back of her throat with every other stroke and felt his spine prickle.

  “Swallow, honey!” He reached down to guide her head and hold it steady so he could pour himself down her throat and the coarse feel of her hair momentarily disconcerted him. She gulped, and his balls drew up and he let go, erupting until his knees felt weak. He managed to tuck himself away, and then help her to her feet and pull her to him, rubbing his hand down her back.

  “I need the bathroom,” she whispered, and he let her go, sinking down on the abandoned stool. As soon as he thought his legs would work, Ross stood and went to the fridge. He pulled out two beers and cracked them and made his way to the living room where he took a seat on the couch. He heard the sound of her shoes on the tile and called to her.

  “In here, Elise.”

  His intended walked into the room, naked except for her sandals and a little pair of gold earrings, her face washed free of makeup and her hair flowing down around her shoulders. Her mass of dark-blonde wavy hair. The wench had poked the bear, but this particular bear was sated and really pleased that she hadn’t cut her hair. He extended a hand and she curled up beside him, accepting the bottle he handed her.

  “I’m not fond of beer,” she said after taking a cautious sip.

  “I’ll stock the fridge with whatever you want, honey,” he promised.

  “I like wine, red or white, and dry,” Elise announced.

  “Done.” Ross noted how comfortable she was becoming with him, sharing her likes and dislikes, yet without being pushy or presumptuous. He tugged her hair.

  “You saved yourself a correction by not really doing that dreadful black-and-red deal, Elise, although I’m going to think about the teasing.”

  Her nipples hardened against his forearm, and he hid a smile. Her ass might still be tender, but spanking wasn’t really a deterrent. She drift
ed a hand down his chest and spoke again.

  “I need to get home. I have class first thing.” She sat up suddenly and stared at him. “Oh my God. I forgot Emily again this morning. What am I going to tell her?”

  “She called this morning while you were still sleeping, Elise, to remind you. I guess I caught the phone before it woke you. I saw her name come up. I told her that you weren’t feeling well, and she said she wasn’t surprised. Apparently you weren’t yourself all evening when you were visiting her. She was surprised to hear my voice though.”

  Elise backed away from him, knee walking her way down the couch. Her eyes were wide, and a flush was climbing from the tops of her breasts toward her face. “You answered my phone? You told Emily I was sick and who you were?”

  Ross answered patiently, “All of that, Elise.”

  She sat back on her heels, giving him a spectacular view of her pussy, and his cock gave a feeble twitch. Then she shrugged and her breasts bobbled enticingly. “Okay then. You’ve just inherited my strange collection of friends as well as my assorted hobbies and volunteer efforts. Emily is better at disseminating gossip than any of the social media, because she lives and breathes them. Expect to see yourself front and center at every turn.”

  Ross shrugged in response and motioned for her to return to him, snuggling her close when she did so. “I’ll take you in whatever form, Elise, just as you’ll take me. I’m thinking that Emily should be convinced to return to the Club. She’s a self-centered little brat, and I know just the man for her.”

  Elise wriggled closer and laid her head on his shoulder. “Whoever he is, he’ll be sorry. Don’t be so hard on Emily, Ross. I think bad things have happened to her to make her that way. Now finish your beer, and either feed me, or take me home, and we can eat there. I have to teach tomorrow.”

  Chapter Ten

  The next several months seemed to fly by. Elise found herself spending more and more time at Ross’s apartment, and her clothes seemed to be filling his closet, usurping his space, and he made no complaint. That amazing bathroom of his was a big draw, because the two of them totally overcrowded her much smaller one, and Ross kept bruising his elbows. The bidet was another nice bonus, because with the amount of sex they were having, well, she would be living in the shower. Because of her sterility, and the fact that both were free of disease, there was no need for condoms, and the sex felt amazing for both of them.

  It wasn’t all about sex. They discovered a mutual interest in bowling of all things, something none of their other friends liked, and joined a mixed league with a couple of students from her school, ones she had taught previously. Elise wasn’t competitive, but Ross was, and she worked hard at the game so as not to let him down, and was pleased to see her average increase each week. He came to the soup kitchen with her, too, once a month as he had promised, and it made her feel wanted and possessed when he got all macho around George, who made an effort every time to chat her up. There were some differences of opinion over the television shows and some movies, too, but that just made her feel their relationship was much like other couples, except for the dominance in the bedroom part.

  Ross accepted her friends, too, even if she didn’t see them as much anymore because the bulk of her free time was spent with him. He had been true to his word about Emily, introducing her to a house Dom at Club Pleasure. Master Jordan had apparently lusted after another Dom’s sub and had not been managing the rejection very well. He had taken Emily on as a favor to Ross, and Emily was becoming a more likeable person every day, her bratty side toned down and her self-absorption less apparent. Elise was very curious about that relationship but would wait for Em to share with her if and when she wanted to.

  Ross introduced her to some of his friends from the Club, and while it was clear the men were very dominant and their wives and girlfriends probably submissive, Elise was in no way uncomfortable. Elise actually considered the member room they used to play in their own special place and was fascinated with the other areas. She hoped to get to know Ross’s friends better over time. In fact, she met one couple who intrigued her, probably because she accidentally overheard their conversation during one of their frequent visits.

  She had been coming back from the restroom when she heard it and froze in her tracks. Directly to her right, inside of one of the member rooms, was one of the couples she had met over drinks.

  “Graham, I swear that if you don’t quit looking at me like that I’ll crown you! I’m freaking well nearly seven months pregnant, and you are not making me strip here so that you can tie me down and torment me!”

  The little dark-haired woman, Elise remembered her being introduced as Kennedy Alexander, was standing nose to chest with a large, blocky man, hands on her hips, the large, unwieldy bulge of her belly so very prominent on her little frame. She was clearly indignant, and the couple was engrossed in one another, oblivious to Elise’s proximity.

  The big man rumbled, “Sweetheart, you make me hot no matter what. C’mon, we’re at the Club, and this is our old room, and we never get to play like we did ’cause Nathan won’t stay out of our bedroom! Please, Kennedy.”

  Before Elise’s amazed eyes, the big man, Graham, dropped to his knees and snuffled against his wife’s belly. Her hands dropped to his head and loosened the leather tie that held his rather long blond hair at the nape of his neck. Kennedy ran her fingers through the strands, and Elise saw her eyes close and her body relax. Without stopping to consider her actions, Elise quietly stepped inside the room and reached for the door handle. The other woman’s eyes flew open and met hers in surprise, and then she smiled, a warm, Madonna-like smile, and Elise carefully pulled the door shut. She made her way back to where Ross sat with Emily and Jordan, house Dom extraordinaire to hear Em tell it, and took her seat. Ross looked at her searchingly, and she gave him a smile full of implication, loving the way his eyes sparked with the crystalline light that signified arousal. She was never letting him cut his hair so short that he couldn’t tie it back. That little scene between the Alexanders would forever resonate for her even if her belly wouldn’t be fruitful.

  The one evening when they were called back to the Club to bear witness to a collaring of a sweet little wisp of a woman by one of the house Doms both titillated Elise and made her heart swell. They went to a playroom Ross had called the soft dungeon. The huge man had tied his intended to the cross Ross alluded to and had used an actual whip on her with amazing grace and dexterity. Her skin turned pink all over, but no welts had risen. He had then taken her sexually, in front of everyone present, and the sensations must have been overwhelming, because her cries of ecstasy had affected them all, to judge by the sudden clearing of the room. Ross had dragged her into their member bedroom and made love to her with an intensity that surprised them both. Elise secretly wondered if she could submit so publically and if Ross would ever want to claim her that way. They often played, and she had learned to accept and crave restraints, but no one else was ever present.

  She liked the spanking bench the best, being restrained and spread for Ross’s pleasure. He would heat her buttocks with the flat of his big hand while she tried to manage the sensation of her clit being tormented by a butterfly. If she came without permission, he would fuck her ass, turning the butterfly up in intensity, something that threw her into orgasm after orgasm until she slipped into darkness. Otherwise he would take her pussy and ride the more gentle climaxes until he too succumbed. Elise loved it all.

  Ross bought her things, mostly clothing, but other interesting little items, like a perfect owl carved out of quartz. He said it reminded him of how she looked when she listened to someone, all intent and focused. She had balked at accepting the white gold watch with the diamonds, and he had put it inside the little safe for her to wear when they went out for dinner to somewhere special. She found herself doing little things around his apartment just as she neglected her own. Ross approved of the new throw pillows that softened the look of his leather couch, and they c
hose a new area rug to tie the look together. He liked the feel of the five-hundred-count percale sheets as much as she did and didn’t blink when she added a few small floral prints to the foyer. She knew they were building a home together, and she liked the feeling, even as she was cautious. Neither had said anything about love, and Elise was comfortable with that fact. Neither of them was ready, she thought.

  His command of sex toys and knowledge of her sexuality continued to both amaze and thrill her. On one memorable night, Ross had tied her to his bed after raising her hips on a thick pillow. Like the spanking bench, the restraint had truly taken away her choice, and she could only accept what he gave her. She had watched him take a huge, ribbed dildo from its protective wrapping and leave the room with it. The sound of running water told her he was ensuring it was sanitary, and when he returned to lube it extensively, her pussy had literally wept with his intent. Ross had teased it along her folds, rubbing it up and down, circling her opening and bumping her clit before shoving it inside and the fullness took her breath. She breathed through the sensation, only to pant again when he lubed up an anal wand and pressed it inside inch by inch before turning it on to let it pulse deep inside of her. When he fitted the butterfly at the apex of her sex, right over her clit, Elise began to beg in anticipation. He tormented her nipples with little sucks and pinches, never giving her time to adjust, the wand making her back passage ripple and her pussy clench against the thickness of the fake cock while her clit was bombarded by the butterfly vibe. She rattled the restraints and strained for orgasm, her head flailing on the pillow, her body overwhelmed as she pleaded with Ross to give her what she needed. He talked to her in filthy, specific words, telling her how he was going to ream her ass later, praising her body and her response, and it ramped her up even higher. When Ross turned the butterfly up a notch, Elise literally screamed out with the climax that built and rolled across her senses like a freight train. He pulled off the little vibe and allowed her to ride it out and enjoy the afterglow before turning her onto her belly and drawing her up to her knees. She had felt like a rag doll and was helpless against the positioning, although she tried to cooperate, to share her bliss with him. The soft cap of his cock replaced the anal wand, pushing past the restriction of her sphincter, going deep, deep inside. The dildo left him precious little room and she felt stuffed, stretched, and then something familiar began to build at a distance. She tried to squirm away, not believing she could do it again, but was held fast by Ross’s weight and hold as he reamed her just as he had promised. The slight pain was overshadowed with blinding shards of pleasure, and she moaned, her throat raw beyond belief. Ross slipped a hand around her hip and feathered a calloused finger across her exposed clit. Elise felt her whole body shudder and her brain sizzle with light before the dark swallowed her up, like a toad licking a fly into its belly. When she next woke, Ross was lowering her into a warm bath, his features softened and sated. He had given her everything sexual she could have possibly taken that night, and Elise had tucked that memory away in the scrapbook in her head to join some of the others.