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  “Oh my God, I heard what Steven did today,” Cora exclaimed, squeezing her in a death hold. “What a prick.”

  “Um . . . Cora.” Presley tried to peel herself away but was afraid to put her hands anywhere, merely holding them out straight. “You’re naked. This is weird.”

  Cora gasped, releasing her arms from around Presley, and stepped back. “Oops, I am, aren’t I?” She glanced down at her breasts before she folded her arms to cover herself and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I forgot.”

  “Cora,” Master Aidan called. “Dungeon. Now.”

  From Master Aidan’s clipped tone, it became apparent that he wasn’t overly pleased with her, maybe explaining why Cora was naked. Presley looked over Cora’s shoulder, spotting Master Aidan, who frowned as he stood next to Master Dmitri and Master Kyler at the end of the hallway.

  Cora snorted softly, dragging Presley’s attention to her, and she rolled her eyes. “The grump has summoned me.” She leaned forward and kissed Presley’s cheek. “I’m glad it all worked out today.” She turned and all but bounced her way to Master Aidan. “See ya down in the dungeon.”

  Trying not to look at her friend’s bare butt, Presley watched Master Dmitri leave his conversation with Master Kyler. His intense eyes, as always, were fixed directly on hers when he approached. As if he saw nothing else in the house or around him but her standing there and waiting for him.

  Right now she saw only him. His height and impressive physique, the fluid, powerful way he walked, and the sexy curve of his mouth all made heat flicker through her veins. Dear God, this man was sexy, and her draw to him felt almost electric.

  Master Dmitri reached her and he placed a finger under her chin, locking her into his stare. “I’ve put the dungeon under Master Kyler’s care for the night. We’re going to the bedroom. It’s been a long day, and you must be tired.”

  A flash of disappointment made her chest heavy, erasing the slow building of arousal. “We’re not going to play, sir?”

  That smile turned devilish, and his eyed darkened. “Oh, we’re going to play.” He brushed his lips across hers, then he dragged his mouth ever so slowly along her cheek to whisper in her ear, “Just not in the dungeon, Presley.”

  She shivered under the force of what those words meant. There could be only one reason he wanted to play in the bedroom. “Sir . . .” At the arch of his brow, she added, “Speaking of that, I’ve been thinking about my soft limit.”

  His mouth twitched, as if he were unsurprised. “Have you?”

  She nodded, hating how her cheeks still warmed, especially because he gave her that sexy grin to indicate that he noticed. Not to lose her bravery, since she knew deep down she wanted this but fears and nerves had stopped her, she blurted out, “I want to have sex in the dungeon.”

  “Of course you want that, doll.” With the playful twinkle in his eye, he skimmed his knuckles up the front of her neck. “I’m pleased you’re allowing yourself to grow, Presley.” He lowered his hand, gave her a hard look, and firmed his voice. “We can discuss the removal of your soft limit tomorrow. For tonight, it’s my choice to play in the bedroom. Understand?”

  Her breath caught at the sheer power she found staring intently at her, and she managed, “Yes, sir.”

  “Very good, doll.” He gathered her hand in his, and in complete silence, he made quick work in leading her upstairs.

  Once she followed him into his bedroom, he tugged her over to the red chaise by the fireplace, and his dark gaze pinned her to the spot. The primal look in his eyes declared the wait to indulge in her body had ceased, and she wanted him to take her.

  A slow smile reached his face as his eyes searched hers, then he did a full sweep of her body. When he looked into her eyes again, she squirmed under the passion in their depths. The playfulness she had spotted was replaced by his stern look. “Wait for me right there, love.”

  She did as she was told and stood in place while he entered the closet, only to return a moment later holding a gorgeous diamond necklace. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she couldn’t take her eyes off his hand. He drew closer and she got a better look at the necklace, realizing it held sapphires, too. A vanilla person would see a beautiful choker. Presley knew from what she’d read in her erotic novels that to the members of Club Sin, this necklace was a show of ownership.

  “I had an appointment with a jeweler this afternoon,” he murmured.

  The light in the room sparkled off the diamonds, but she forced herself to look at Master Dmitri as he continued. “You’re an easy woman to shop for, doll. I saw this necklace, and it had you written all over it.”

  He was right; she absolutely loved it. “It’s so beautiful, sir.”

  “I’m glad you think so, love.” He settled in front of her, and her breath became trapped in her throat as he caressed her neck, causing a thud of passion to thump low in her belly. “Do you know what it means to be collared?”

  Liquid warmth slid through her veins. “Yes, sir.”

  “You understand then that this collar brands you as my submissive?” When she nodded and tears filled her eyes, he softened his voice. “Now, I want my expectations to be clear.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Considering you have a bad habit of thinking for me.”

  She laughed with him, tears falling down her face, as he settled his eyes in line with hers. “I think we’ve come to the point where you understand when I expect submission from you and what is expected of you.” He arched a brow. “My voice, my look, you are aware, yes?” At her nod and shiver, she received another low chuckle. “I don’t want a twenty-four/seven submissive. The dungeon and bedroom only for servitude, yes?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Very nice.” He stared at her with a fixed gaze, reaching down into her soul and bringing more tears with it. “I want you to know that you were right—I do need someone to take care of me, too.” He cupped her face and leaned in, enveloping her in his woodsy, masculine scent. “You do that just by being you and caring for me in the way you do.” He smiled gently and brushed the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. “I need that, Presley, as much as you do, even if I didn’t realize it.”

  She sniffed, controlling her tears. “I’m happy you do, sir.”

  His voice became rougher, and his eyes filled with fierce emotion. “Together, we’re better, aren’t we?”

  So simply said but not simple in its meaning. That one line said it all. She needed him. He needed her. “Yes, sir.”

  He leaned away, and as she stared at him, a shift appeared in his features. She knew his Dom look well now. His demand for submission was in the hard set of his mouth, the dark sensual look in his eyes, and the firm set of his shoulders. The warmth in his face shifted to pure possession, causing her to tingle from head to toe.

  “To your knees.”

  As the command slid over her in a wicked heat, Presley slid down, and her knees pressed against the soft carpet beneath her. Master Dmitri stepped in behind her, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and asked, “Whom do you have to please, Presley?”

  “You, sir.”

  He placed the necklace over her head, wrapping it around the front of her neck. “Whom will you disappoint if you fail?”

  “You, sir.”

  “Yes, Presley, this isn’t about you being a Club Sin submissive anymore. You are my submissive.” The collar tugged against her neck as he clasped it. “Who will always protect you?”

  The heavy weight of the necklace around her throat felt so similar to the touches he’d been using there that she shivered. As if, subconsciously, he’d known his collar would go there; she believed she’d known it all along, too. “You, sir.”

  “That’s exactly right, doll.” He strode in front of her, cupped her chin, and captured her gaze. “Who will always love you?”

  She blinked, not quite expecting to hear that admission so soon. “Sir, are you saying you’ve fallen in love with me?”

  He hesitated, then his voice softened to a
low rumble. “Doll, I fell in love with you the moment you walked into my office.” Leaning down to her face, he stared at her dead-on, and his eyes positively glowed. “I claimed you as my submissive the moment you called me Master.”

  A flood of tears rushed down her cheeks, then he sealed his mouth over hers. She sensed in each brush against her mouth an equal happiness coursing through his soul. He broke the kiss, he continued to clasp her face and leaned his forehead against hers. His whisper of “Mine” slid into her heart, and she echoed the acknowledgment by whispering, “Yours.”

  Without another word, his hands left her face, then he strode toward the chaise. He sat down, rested his forearms on his knees, and zeroed in on her with that stare that had claimed her soul. “Stand, turn around, and remove your clothes.”

  Presley stood slowly and spun on her heels, and the sleigh bed filled her vision.

  As sexily as possible, she bent to give him a view of her bottom, removing her socks. She dropped her scrubs, tossing her shirt and pants on the floor next to her. Looping her thumbs into the sides of her lace panties, she bent again at the waist. To entice him, she pulled the panties below her cheeks and gave a little wiggle.

  “Don’t move.”

  She inhaled sharply, as she hadn’t heard his approach, and his rich intoxicating scent engulfed her. “Place your hands on your thighs.” Once she complied, he used the flat of his hand and rubbed the round part of her bottom. “You’re very beautiful, doll.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Slap.

  The smack jarred her into full awareness of her body, bringing forth a devilish heat between her thighs. Her blood turned wicked hot, and the heat on her bottom simmered through her veins.

  “It’s not wise to tease a Dom with a fine ass,” he murmured, continuing to rub her backside in a slow swirl. “Naughty girl, Presley.”

  Slap.

  Her bottom flamed hotter, and flames rushed into her sex, moistening her to an uncomfortable level. “Yes, sir.”

  Slap.

  His force had intensified, yet it was more of a thud than a sensation that stung. Each thump against her cheek sent a zing soaring straight to her clit and warmth pooling low in her belly. She tightened her hands around her thighs, fighting to remain in one place and not grind herself against him in a demand for more.

  Slap.

  A strangled moan tore from her throat, and her knees buckled.

  Slap.

  Her eyes fluttered closed as she climbed higher.

  Slap.

  Every nerve awakened.

  Slap.

  Her thoughts became hazy.

  Slap.

  Her clit throbbed, and she ached in desperation.

  Slap.

  “Now, that’s the way an ass should look.” Slap. Slap. Slap. “Lovely.”

  Rubbing at her scorching flesh, Presley murmured a thank-you, then he returned to the chaise. She stayed in position, awaiting his instructions, her arousal burning wicked. Only a moment later, his deep, ravenous voice drifted over her. “Stand now. Remove your panties.”

  Presley rose, sighing and stretching out her muscles, but the blood that had rushed between her thighs remained, as did the intense ache. With a tremble in her hands, she removed her panties then tossed them aside.

  Master Dmitri tsked. Presley tensed. He hesitated. “Crawl over and bring them to me.”

  She sank down to all fours and glanced to her left, discovering her panties on the floor a foot away. Doing her best to be a seductive kitten, she crawled her way to the panties and reached for them.

  “No, Presley,” he murmured. “With your teeth.”

  She grinned, spread her legs, and arched her back, loving his answering deep groan. After she drew the side of the strap between her teeth, she turned then fumbled. She quickly righted herself and crawled toward him.

  She hadn’t realized he had removed his shirt, and her mouth went dry. His smooth tanned skin encased a body of hard muscles, squared pectorals leading down to a six-pack, all of which sent a heady pulse into her clit.

  Once in front of him, she settled into kneeling position, widened her knees to show herself off, and angled her back to push out her breasts. She raised her head and offered him the panties in her mouth.

  His eyes flared in both arousal and approval. “These are mine, Presley.” He took the panties in his left hand, and with his right, he trailed his finger over her collar. “You always offer them to me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Dropping her underwear next to him on the chaise, he never looked away from her, and with a downward jerk of his chin, he gestured to his pants. “Remove them.”

  She unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down the zipper, and he lifted his hips to assist her. In quick time, his pants and boxer briefs were kicked off, and his erection sprang free.

  His eyebrows arched as he motioned to his beautiful cock, and she didn’t need a further order. She reached for him, but he tsked again and shook his head. “Lock your hands behind your back.”

  She clasped her wrists behind her, and Master Dmitri fisted his cock, angling his erection out to her. She leaned forward, and his musk overwhelmed her with desire as she swirled her tongue around the rim, savoring the salty liquid on the tip.

  “Lick up and down, Presley,” he murmured.

  Following his demand, she slid her tongue down to meet his fist, then ran it all the way up his shaft. There, she played with different pressures, flicks of her tongue, all to entice him, and he threw his head back on a low grunt. He looked at her again, and growled, “Open your mouth.”

  Once she complied, he slipped the tip between her lips, and she danced her tongue over him, stretching to accept his girth. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of all his delicious, hard cock in her mouth.

  “Eyes to me.”

  His sharp tone snapped her eyes open in a second flat, and she shivered under the command of his powerful gaze. “Keep going. Ah . . . yeah, just like that, doll.”

  He lifted his hips off the chaise and she fixed her stare on him as he thrust into her mouth. Sometimes he pulled out so she could lick the tip, and other times he pushed himself into the back of her throat. On each withdrawal, she sucked her cheeks around him, and on each insertion, she trailed her wet tongue over him.

  He trembled and his eyebrows furrowed before he slowed his thrusts, withdrawing completely. Approval shone in his features. “You have an incredible mouth, sub. Make a man want to blow, don’t you?”

  She smiled, sliding her tongue over her lips. “Thank you, sir.”

  He chuckled. “One more lick, doll.”

  She grinned in return, enjoying that not only would he have come if she hadn’t stopped, but she pleasured him as well as he did her. With a final lick up, his thick shaft twitching under her tongue, she returned to her knees.

  He stood, brushing his knuckles over her cheek, not gentle but firm and committed. “Your body is mine, Presley. Mine to take pleasure. Mine to give pleasure.” Offering his hand, he assisted her to her feet and yanked her tight against him. “All mine, Presley.”

  She shuddered in anticipation. “Yours, sir.”

  “Very nice.” He squeezed her bottom with both hands firmly before he smacked her cheeks with a stinging hit. “Present yourself on the bed, love.”

  Leaving behind the hot and moist woman with the beautifully red ass, Dmitri approached the dresser. Possession tightened his muscles and fueled his steps. Selfish reasons had driven him to take her into the bedroom, even if he believed she no longer needed the soft limit of not having sex in the dungeon.

  Dmitri didn’t want the members to watch the first time he sank himself deep inside her. He desired the moment to be special because it meant something to Presley, as it did him. Which had been exactly why he hadn’t taken her yet; he had waited until the right time, and that happened to be now.

  After tonight, he’d take her in front of a crowd because it’d make her burn, but at this moment, s
he was for his eyes only.

  Once he reached his large wooden dresser, he opened the top drawer and took out a long piece of black rope. He turned to her again and his cock twitched. Presley rested on her back with her light hair blanketing the dark pillow. Her legs were spread wide open, and his attention zoned in on her pretty pink damp folds.

  Forcing himself, he looked into her gorgeous eyes, finding her eyelids hooded. “Doll, you look stunning.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she rasped.

  He fought against the ache of his cock as he returned to the bed, then sat next to her. Running his finger along the inside of her thigh, he loved the hitch of her breath and her shudder. “You’ve done very well to present yourself to your Dom. Smart sub you are, Presley.” He winked. “A fast learner, too.”

  She grinned. “I catch on real quick, sir.”

  “Apparently.” He chuckled, taking the soft rope and sliding one end behind her waist. Her collar held his attention. Not only did the necklace look stunning on her, but the ownership of the piece settled deep in his soul.

  Mine.

  Once he’d positioned the rope at her hips comfortably, he lifted her thigh and wrapped her leg above the knee, after which he strapped up the other leg in the same manner. By the time he’d finished, Presley’s thighs were tight against her sides and spread wide for him, though her arms were free, exactly as he intended.

  He settled himself in front of her bottom, scanning over such a lovely sight. Her pussy awaiting him, moisture along her folds glistening off the light, and the ropes binding her only improved his view.

  Unable to stop himself, he stroked her labia, and Presley’s pupils dilated. “You’re soaking wet, love.” At her sweet little moan, he ran his touch up her pink folds and swirled her hard, swollen clit. “Seems you enjoy a good spanking, don’t you?”

  “Mmm,” she hummed.

  Christ, he loved her sounds of pleasure and relished how wet she got for him. “I know you were curious your first night in the dungeon about why Cora reacted so intensely to a spanking. This is why, doll.”