Consume Me (Devoured Club Series)

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by Matthews, Paige

  “Hold back, Emma. You aren’t allowed to come yet.” His fingers thrust again.

  “Please, sir. Please. I want to come.” My voice desperate.

  “Not yet, pet.” More thrusts.

  “Oh God, sir…” I tried to think about anything I could except the sensations at my core.

  “Come for me now, Emma.” His voice demanded; my body complied. Every muscle clenched around his fingers as my back arched off the bed again. His assault on my clitoris sped up, and I exploded around him, screaming his name.

  Before I could fully come down, his fingers withdrew. His other hand moved to my opening and slid something up and down the length of my lips, coating it with my moisture.

  “You are so responsive to my touch, to me. I’m going to insert a toy into your pussy and then eat you out until you come again all over my mouth.”

  I gasped as desire stirred again. The toy parted my lips and entered my opening, filling me inside. I was a bit disappointed that it wasn’t his cock this time, but before I had a chance to think, the toy vibrated against my inner walls.

  “I’m not going to last long this time…” I murmured as Marcus’s tongue swiped its way up between my labia again. He licked me, pulling my clit and my piercing into his mouth sucking them hard. The already sensitive nub responded as my body arched under him. His hands found their way back to my breasts, pulling and twisting the erect nipples as he moved his tongue around my clit. I vaguely heard S.E.X. by Nickelback playing as Marcus turned the speed up on the toy, his tongue and fingers.

  “Fuck, Marcus, sir. I’m going to come.” My voice seemed so far away from me as my body tightened again.

  “Come again, Emma.” His voice sent me over the edge. My body tightened one last time, releasing everything I had.

  Chapter 9- Marcus

  Damn, she came so beautifully; her whole body tensing, relaxing and quivering. And she tasted so fucking sweet. It was a shame that she couldn’t be mine completely. I had a job to do, and that was to train her, but hell if I didn’t want to train her only for me.

  “You are so fucking beautiful when you come.” I withdrew the toy and started to remove the cuffs from her ankles, rubbing the blood back into them. She had strained against them when she came.

  “You’ve said that before.” She giggled and moaned as I ran my hands over her thighs before getting off the bed to untie her wrists. I paused a moment to regain control of my dick. I might have come in my pants if I touched her again so soon.

  “I don’t recall telling you that. I do recall telling you that you are beautiful.” Which she was. I moved my way up to the head of the bed and untied her right wrist, gently rubbing the area that now had an indentation and a mark. I reached over and undid the other wrist, repeating the rubbing motion.

  I moved her into a sitting position and slid in behind her. I removed the blindfold and pulled her back to my chest, circling my arms around her. She tilted her head up to look at me and I placed a kiss on her forehead.

  “You really are beautiful.”

  Shaking her head, she looked back down. “No, I’m not.”

  I tweaked her nipple as her ass was unavailable. “Yes-, you are. I’ll punish you more if you put yourself down again.”

  “Sir, can I ask a question?” she said hesitantly.

  “Of course.”

  “Why didn’t you fuck me?” The question took me by surprise. It definitely wasn’t a question I had expected.

  “Tonight was about you. The program is about you. Why do you ask?” I lifted her off my chest so I could see her beautiful hazel eyes.

  “Well, you told me earlier that you wanted take me to your room and fuck me. I guess I assumed that’s where we would have ended up.” Sadness filled her eyes, her shoulders sagged.

  “I’m sorry. That was an oversight on my part. I crossed a line I shouldn’t have, but at the time I could feel the charge between us, and you looked so damn hot kneeling before me. I guess my dick talked, not me.”

  “I felt it too.” She moved out of my embrace and stood up. “I guess I should go now since we’re done.” She walked to the chair where her clothes were and slid her skirt back on. She still wore the stilettos. Quickly she drew the corset over her head and fastened it.

  I didn’t stop her because she was right. There was electricity between us, and neither one of us could deny it, but I just couldn’t let it go beyond training her. She was my responsibility, as were the other subs in the program.

  “Emma?” I said.

  “Yes?” She turned from the door and looked at me.

  “Next week is public night. We will still have the group training session. Also, we can schedule a weekly private session, if you want.” I stood up from the bed and began to collect the toys and restraints.

  “Yes, sir. I’ll look at my schedule. Anything specific I should wear next week?”

  “I’ll send you something.”

  “Very well. Have a good night. Thanks.” Her voice was low and it sounded like she was trying to hold back from crying. I didn’t quite understand why she was so upset, but I let it go.

  “Good night, beautiful.” I watched her leave and shut the door. I was a complete asshole for letting her go. Any need for my own release was gone watching her walk defeated out of my dungeon.


  The dungeon floor was settling down when I returned. It was close to one in the morning, and members were starting to leave. Some of the other trainees were assigned to clean the equipment. I walked into the main play area on the floor and saw Lucas sitting with Chloe and Caleb.

  “Marc, what’s going on?” Lucas asked while he continued to stroke Chloe’s leg. Caleb sat in an armchair across from them. I took the chair next to him.

  “Not much. Shitty night, that’s all.” I rubbed my hands over my face before sitting back and looking at the guys.

  “Does it have anything to do with the way your trainee looked when she walked out of here?” Lucas asked.

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head before answering, “Yes. I crossed a line I shouldn’t have early on in the night, and it came back to bite me in the ass.”

  Lucas nodded in understanding, which was good because I did not want to get into a discussion about it in front of Chloe and Caleb. Lucas knew what I wasn’t able to say.

  Of course, Caleb couldn’t let it go. “She’s something special. If you aren’t interested, I might be.”

  My blood pressure rose at the thought of him with her. Those feelings were not normal to how I maintained my personal life, and, honestly, they were getting annoying. I didn’t do commitments, nor did I do serious, yet there was something about her that was getting under my skin.

  “I don’t think so, man. You haven’t even finalized your divorce yet, and you already want to bed another woman? Fuck you. You should be happy that I let her blow you.”

  Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, there was no way I was going to let him touch her again. Hell, I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone touching her except me, and yet I knew that I would.

  “Marcus.” Lucas’s voice was stern.

  I looked at him and then back to Caleb, who held his hands up in surrender. “I was only joking. Fuck, you have it bad for her.”

  “No, I don’t. Again, don’t talk about shit you have no clue about.” I was annoyed, to say the least, and figured it would be best if I left before I punched Caleb. Turning to Lucas, I motioned to the office. “I’m going to go do some paperwork before I leave.”

  Lucas nodded again, and I headed back to the office. I needed to get myself back under control. I’d trained and worked with many subs; Emma was no different. But, then again, she was. I needed to make sure that I remained in control, for her safety and my sanity. I would proceed as normal. The training program was designed to allow her to explore her desires while I searched for a good Dom for her, even though I wanted to be that Dom.

  The thought made me shudder. I hadn’t thought about ta
king a submissive on exclusively in a long time, not since April. Shaking the thought out of my head, I began sorting through my paperwork. I wouldn’t let myself hurt another person like I had hurt April. Not now, nor ever again.

  Chapter 10-Emma

  “Earth to Emma Malorie O’Conner!” Nikki’s voice barreled throughout the kitchen, shaking me from my thoughts.

  “What?” I looked up; putting down the frosting bag I had in my hand. Another huge cupcake order needed to be filled, and I couldn’t concentrate.

  It had been almost a week since my first night at Devoured, and my first night with Marcus. I had been lost in replaying what happened, and trying to figure out why he would say he wanted to fuck me and then not do it. It wasn’t like I wasn’t willing. Hell, my body reacted with his so easily…

  “Emma!” Nikki’s voice screamed again as I slipped back into my thoughts.

  Shaking my head, I made my way up to the front counter. “What do you want?” I replied. Turning the corner I saw him. Marcus. I stopped dead in my tracks and froze. I looked at him and then at Nikki. “Oh!”

  It was all I could muster at the moment, and the way Nikki looked at me, I knew she wouldn’t let me not explain who this tattoo clad, six foot-four inch, black haired, extremely fit male standing in my bakery was. What the fuck was he doing here?

  “Can I help you?” I asked, attempting to be professional, even though my initial reaction had blown that to hell.

  Marcus looked at Nikki and then at me. “Can we talk somewhere privately?”

  “I’m kind of busy at the moment.” I didn’t really have anything to say to him, nor did I know what to say. I was still a ball of emotion, and the rational part of me knew that I shouldn’t be, but the emotional side of me was pissed off and hurt.

  His eyes pleaded to mine as he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, which was very out of character for him. He usually seemed to exude confidence. “It’ll only take a minute, please?”

  “Fine. We can go into the office.” I looked at Nikki. “You okay out here?” Hoping she would sense my unease and say no, but being the bitch she could be, she didn’t.

  “I run the place when you’re gone, I think I can handle a few minutes.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows. I wanted to hit her, but instead I turned back toward Marcus and motioned for him to follow me.

  My office was just off to the right of the kitchen. It was small, but I didn’t really need that much room; most of the information for orders and such was on the wall opposite the office. I motioned for him to sit in the chair next to my desk. “What can I do for you, Marcus?”

  “For starters, you can look at me.” His voice was curt, and I didn’t think he had appeared angry out in the shop, but, then again, there had been an audience.

  I complied and looked at him. “Better?” I was a bit bitchy, and I knew I shouldn’t be, but I was still pissed off, but, for the life of me, I couldn’t say why. It wasn’t like we were together, or that I was exclusively his submissive. I was part of a training program, and I’d known the rules and regulations before I signed the membership application.

  “Yes,” he said as he moved the chair closer to me. “Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts?”

  “I’ve been busy with work, and I didn’t really have a reason to.” Yeah, bitchy it was.

  “I wanted to schedule your individual sessions. It is part of your membership.” His voice remained low.

  “I know it is, but individual sessions are also allowed to be scheduled around my time; it is my personal time. I’ve been extremely busy with work, and I haven’t had time to even think about play time.” I bobbed my head back and forth, growing annoyed that he would come all the way here to discuss play time. “Is there anything else, or did you come here just to lecture me on my sessions? Because now I have to explain to Nikki who you are, and I’m not sure what to tell her.”

  “No, that’s not all, but you don’t have to explain shit to her. Tell her I am a potential client.” He was serious. His face was rigid and unyielding. I was having a hard time reading him.

  “Actually I do. She’s known me most of my life, and she already gave me the ‘who is he?’ look. So what else did you come here for? Scold me for not answering your texts? As far as I know, I’m only at your command in the club.” Bitchy Emma was definitely out.

  “No need to be a bitch. And you are right, you don’t have to answer me, but an acknowledgement would have been nice. I would have liked a chance to apologize for last week.” He had moved even closer and placed his arms on his legs, looking at the floor.

  I was stunned. He wanted to apologize? “For what?”

  Marcus looked back up at me. “For my behavior last week. I should not have said what I said when I put your collar on you. I got carried away. Then I took you to my dungeon, under the false promise from earlier, and I let you down. I was not being the Dom you needed. I should never have said anything to begin with. It’s just that, when I’m around you, I can’t fucking think about anything else.”

  His declaration floored me. I didn’t know what to say. Here he sat in my office, head hung toward the floor, his black hair draped down across his face. His hands were clasped together, and, with his shirt sleeves rode up, I could see his tattoos peeking out. The man did things to me and my hormones that no one had even come close to before. There was no denying that fact.

  “I don’t know what to say.” I didn’t. Marcus had completely blindsided me with his revelation.

  “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to apologize in person, and assure you that things will stay as professional as they can while you are under my watch. I’m sorry again for the other night.” Marcus rose out of the chair and stepped toward the door. He looked back at me. “You are still coming tomorrow night, right?”

  I got out of my chair and headed towards the door as well. “Of course. Anything specific to be aware of? You did say it was public night, right?”

  He nodded. “Yes. Security will be tighter. Make sure you are at the club by 8. Also, I’ll have an outfit waiting for you in your locker.”

  “Okay, no problem.”

  I motioned to the door and let him exit first. I guess I really hadn’t known what to expect when I saw him. But his declaration, apology, and promise of professionalism, had my emotions in a yo-yo. Damn men!

  We reached the front of the store, where Nikki was ringing out a customer. I walked Marcus to the door and stopped to look at him. “Thanks for stopping by. I’ll see you around.”

  I tried to make the goodbye as professional as possible. Hell, it was him who had said stay professional.

  He looked at me and then around the bakery. “Thanks for taking a few minutes to talk to me. I’ll be in touch about the order soon.” He raised his eyebrow and hesitated a few seconds before leaving. I watched him turn the corner into Quincy Market and disappear into the crowd.

  I turned back toward the counter and saw Nikki’s smirk plastered across her face. “Don’t even start with me.” I warned her, and headed back into the kitchen to finish icing the cupcake order that was due the next morning. I still needed to put the garnishments on later that day.

  “Spill it,” she said as she sauntered her way back and picked up another icing bag to help.

  “I really don’t feel like talking about it at the moment.” I focused on the cupcakes in front of me and tried to not make eye contact with her, yet she was the only person besides my sister that had known me my whole life.

  “Who is he, Em? I saw the look on your face when you saw him. Now spill.” She looked at me and then continued icing her portion of the cupcakes.

  “I’m not talking about it, Nik. Let it go!” I was growing annoyed, and contemplated leaving for a while, when my sister walked through the back door.

  “Let what go?” Ally asked as she placed her stuff in the office.

  “Nothing,” I answered back. “Nikki was just letting the subject go.” I glared at
Nikki. “Right?”

  Nikki laughed. “Um, no. Emma here had a male visitor a few minutes ago, and won’t elaborate on who he was. The man was pure sex in a package.”

  Ally tilted her head towards me. “Oh, really? So, talk, Emma.”

  “He’s a potential client, that’s all. Now drop it or I’ll fire both of you.” I huffed and turned my attention back to the cupcakes, hoping they wouldn’t notice my hands shaking. I didn’t want them knowing about this part of my life – yet.

  The girls laughed in unison. “Yeah, okay Emma. Potential client, my ass.” Nikki was egging me on. “I saw the way you looked at him. There’s more there than potential client.”

  Maybe it was my recent lack of sleep, or the fact I was aroused by Marcus’s visit, but most of my patience was gone. I slammed my hand on the counter and looked back at Nikki. “I said drop it, Nikki. I mean it. I am not divulging any information about him. He is a potential client. End. Of. Story.” I was getting annoyed at their questioning.

  Nikki looked at Ally, and then threw her hands up in surrender. “Okay, I’m sorry. Jesus, Emma, you don’t need to get your panties in a bunch.”

  I looked at her and then at my sister. “I’ve got work to do. Either help me or leave.”

  Ally nodded, and filled another icing bag and began to frost the order. “I’ll help you. Nikki, why don’t you go up front.”

  “Sure thing, Ally.” Nikki placed her bag on the counter and headed to the front of the bakery.

  Ally turned to me. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? You’ve been a raging bitch all week.”

  “I’m fine.” I looked up at her and then back to the cupcakes.

  “Okay, if you say so,” Ally replied and shrugged me off.

  We continued to work in silence until all of the order was frosted. “Alright, just have to add the embellishments and we are good to go.” I looked at Ally, who nodded in agreement.

  “You have such a way with your creative side, Emma.” She smiled, and I smiled back.


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