Freed Page 3

  She read his experience as a Dom in the way he touched her. He didn’t introduce himself to her with words known in the vanilla world. He introduced himself with his body. That spoke of a confident Dom who knew exactly what he was doing—and how to persuade her to be under his control.

  His touch was like fire.

  His lips set her aflame.

  Admiring the feel of Elliott’s thick frame behind her, she could only imagine how amazing he would feel on top of her, and the way he commanded her without hesitation was nothing she could refuse. A skilled Dom knew how to get a submissive to surrender, and she was falling right into his command with a simple touch.

  She wanted him.

  Pressing her bottom against him, she rubbed against his cock. He groaned, low and deep. “Tell me what you expect tonight.”

  Her hand trembled around her wineglass as Elliott continued to trail his finger over her arm. Not a simple touch. A bold move that said he wanted her. Her lower body clenched in unfulfilled need. She longed to experience a hard cock driving her higher. “To be freed.”

  He pressed his cock against her bottom in a way only a Dom would do, a man that didn’t feel the need to ask permission to do so. “Freed under my touch?”

  “If that is your wish, sir.”

  His low chuckle sent a burning right through her, landing straight between her thighs. “Yes, that is my wish. Now come for me before we play.”

  And, she did, just that easily.

  As the woman riding the man screamed out in ecstasy, Mary broke apart, shuddering against Elliott’s chest. She wiggled her hips, moving against the hard cock at her bottom, quivering with her release.

  When her body stopped trembling, she removed her hand from her panties and turned to him. Holding no control over her desire, she was absorbed by his potent stare as he drew her into his space. She ached for him to take her out of her mind and remind her what it was like to be owned by a Dominant, even if it was for only a little while.

  He tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged slightly. She moaned and her body fell into his mastery. His mouth curved as he brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Ah, beautiful, we are going to get along just fine.”

  —

  Below Elliott in the casino, the hustle and bustle of Aces restaurants and shops were a flurry of activity. In the suite, only the sensual sounds of BDSM play and soft chatter surrounded him. Tonight there was no rush of people. There was only a room filled with half-naked women and men, indulging their fantasies. People who regularly attended his parties, all of whom he knew personally. It wasn’t often a new member joined, unless they’d been thoroughly vetted. All people in attendance tonight had been playing at Elliott’s parties for years.

  Most were between the ages of forty and mid-fifties, but the ladies attending tonight were mature women. Elliott had always preferred that. He never understood why some men lingered with women half their age. There was something beautiful about a woman who had lived life, gained experience, and knew how to please a Dom.

  The men attending tonight Elliott had known from either business or over the years from introductions through other attendees at the party. Some were in committed D/s relationships, others were not. Not all played in public within the living room; many took to the bedrooms, bathrooms, or kitchen. But they all arrived tonight for one reason: They were enticed by watching others play.

  Usually Elliott was, too.

  Though now he favored the view in front of him. His cock twitched at Mary’s image wearing very sexy lingerie. She smiled up at him, and the world around faded as her face lit up the room. Christ, she was classically beautiful, like a woman out of old Hollywood. He was moved by her with an undeniable hunger.

  She squirmed against him, and he growled low in his throat, sensing her inner strength. Elliott doubted her heated reactions were only from her orgasm, but rather because of her attraction to him.

  When the woman bouncing on her Dom slowed her thrusts as he grunted his own release, Elliott slid his hands down Mary’s arms. She leaned in to him, and while he liked that, he noticed something odd. “I feel you trembling, darlin’.”

  He slowly rubbed her arms, sensing how still she was, as if she were afraid to move or act, which contradicted his thoughts on her experience. She was an interesting puzzle, one he intended to figure out. “Do you always tremble like this after orgasm, or is this something new?”

  Her gaze held his intently. “No, I don’t tremble after orgasm.”

  “Why are you trembling now, then?”

  She blinked once. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”

  “Is it nerves?” he offered.

  “No,” she replied with a firm voice.

  Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her shoulder, hoping it would ease her shaking. Her soft skin was a pleasure he wouldn’t refuse himself. Her black corset hugged her body in every way it should, showing off her curves. The lace at the top was a deep purple and accentuated her round breasts, and the boning in the corset detailed the gorgeous lines of her body. He lifted his gaze to her eyes, which were surrounded by dark makeup, and this woman sucked the air from his lungs.

  You are different…

  He trailed a finger over her cheek, and his muscles were as tense as his cock. “You’re not a newbie. Tell me why your body is reacting so intensely.”

  “I haven’t been with a Dom in a long time,” she said softly.

  He gazed into those pretty eyes, peering into the windows of her soul. “Is there a reason for that?”

  Her pupils had dilated, darkening her features. “I belong to another Dom.”

  He dropped his hands, more annoyed that he had made a mistake by touching a submissive who belonged to another. But then he also remembered that Dmitri had said last night that Mary was unattached. He frowned. “Why did you not tell me that before I touched you?”

  She recoiled, as if something cold had entered her. “My husband passed away.”

  He sighed and moved closer, erasing the distance. Dmitri had mentioned nothing of this. Maybe there was a reason for that, Elliott thought. “How long ago did he die?”

  “Just over four years ago.”

  Elliott studied her, seeing the first hints of why her body responded with such intensity. A submissive had lost the man who commanded her. He tucked her hair behind her ear, not blind to how she squirmed. “I’m divorced,” he told her.

  Mary’s features warmed. Perhaps she was comforted not to be alone in a shadowed past. “For how long?”

  “Fifteen years.” Long years had passed as he’d waited to find his submissive, the one who would make sense out of his failed marriage. He’d married too young, and married a selfish woman at that. While he and his wife engaged in BDSM, she wasn’t a true submissive. She never gave him everything. Since then, he hadn’t fallen in love with a submissive or with anyone else. Lust, yes, but not undying love.

  Mary’s gaze softened, a sweet tone filling her voice. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  He noted and appreciated her caring, though the slow shudder she experienced as he trailed his finger over her shoulder interested him more. “Don’t be sorry. We met in high school and married too young. We grew into different people who wanted different things in life.”

  His ex-wife, Kate, wanted high society, and Elliott wanted a quiet life, surrounded by those who loved him. When he mentioned divorce, Kate was more worried about what she’d be getting financially than sad that their marriage ended. She had also taken as much of his money as she was possibly able to, at that time.

  He brushed his fingers over Mary’s jawline, arching a brow. “Does it bother you that I was married before?”

  “No.”

  “Good,” he replied with a firm nod. “How about we leave the past where it belongs, then?”

  She frowned.

  He understood her sorrow, though he also knew the importance of living in the present. Hearing the sensual sounds around him, he played with a stra
nd of her soft hair. “How many times has someone told you they are sorry for your loss?”

  “Many times.” She sighed.

  “Are you sick of hearing it?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  He smiled and tugged on her hair, enjoying the way her breath hitched. “Then why would I say the one thing that annoys you?”

  Her eyes searched his before the tightness in her expression vanished. “I suppose you’re right.”

  “We both have pasts.” He dragged a finger over her bottom lip, relishing how her lips parted, ready for him. “When you said husband, I heard the pain that his death caused you. I don’t need to know more than that.”

  While he held sympathy for her loss, he also wanted to play with this sweet woman tonight, not dwell over sadness about something that couldn’t be changed. “I suspect that tonight you came here for an escape. I’m more than willing to give you that.”

  She hesitated, and then gave a firm nod. “You’re right, that’s exactly what I came here for.” Staring at him for a long few seconds, she drew in a loud breath and then glanced to the flogging scene.

  A burning overcame him, like nothing he’d experienced. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t think he’d ever felt such chemistry with a woman before. This was not something he’d ignore. There was something special about Mary. Something that made his body flare with dominance.

  More than a need to fuck her, own her, make her come, he wanted to get into her head. He knew himself, and knew this instant connection needed to be explored. He kept his gaze fixed on her as she continued to tremble. Her breath was raspy as she watched the woman bound in the chair being fucked roughly from behind. At Mary’s intense shiver, Elliott grinned to himself.

  Ah, you’d like that, darlin’.

  She turned to him and moved a bit closer. Yearning lay in the depths of her eyes, though with a hint of sadness, too. It made his intentions tonight clear.

  Free her.

  A little treat had been offered to him and he planned to devour her. He slid both hands into her hair and her lips parted under his hold. “Such a pretty little thing you are.”

  “I’m pleased I arouse you, sir,” she replied with pinkened cheeks.

  There was the difference between an experienced sub and one new to the lifestyle. Mary was trained to speak with confidence and please her Dom, though her wide eyes and harsh breathing showed her apprehension.

  She intrigued him.

  He brushed his fingers over her bottom lip and pulled her up against his rock-hard cock. “As you see, darlin’, aroused might be an understatement.”

  Chapter Three

  Soft instrumental music followed Mary as she strode hand in hand with Elliott into the master suite. He hadn’t asked her to join him for a play session, he simply led her into the room. A slow heat flooded her at his boldness. She knew she had indicated her interest for the evening and that she was more than willing to play with him tonight.

  He didn’t need more of an invitation.

  Once they entered the lavish bedroom, Elliott left the door open, causing Mary to wonder if he liked an audience as she did, too. Scanning the room in a quick sweep, she noted the luxurious king-size bed with the rich golden bedspread. On the nightstand, she saw ropes and a flogger, and knowing they might be used on her kicked up her heart rate.

  He stopped by the end of the bed and released her hand. Then he slowly circled her, as if examining the canvas he would paint on. A Dom’s long regard had once set her on fire. It had been her first attraction to the lifestyle. Now was no exception.

  Heat seeped into her loins.

  To be the center of a Dom’s universe matched no other feeling in the world. To be pulled into their command was a yearning she had fought for so long. She ached to be dropped into his headspace and completely removed from hers.

  She wanted to remember what it was like to be submissive.

  Under his examination, as he gazed over her from head to toe, the air in the room shifted, thickening. Each breath she drew was a bit deeper and harsher than the one before. The hair on her arms rose and goose bumps tickled her flesh, as she sensed his stare caressing her body.

  He trailed his fingers along her bare arm, igniting a shiver. When he returned to face her, he considered her with warm eyes. She couldn’t avoid his potent stare, and she would no longer overlook her needs. As if this was all new to her again, her thighs clenched to feel pleasure, but her heart ached to experience the hands of a Dominant.

  To be adored…admired…

  Mary wanted it all.

  She was desperate to remember how it felt to be touched by Charles. How her world aligned when a Dom commanded her. How peaceful her mind became. How settled her emotions were. Her eyes closed of their own accord as a memory fluttered over her…

  The dark corner of Chains was private and intimate. Dressed in white-lace lingerie, Mary waited for her Dom to make his move. It came only a second later as he swirled a finger over her clit and said softly, “So aroused, my sweet Mary.”

  “For you, sir,” she replied, gazing into his powerful stare.

  “Ah, I see that.” The side of his mouth arched as his fingers dipped in between her folds. “So fucking wet.”

  “Always, sir,” she gasped, dropping into the command of his intoxicating touch.

  “Always aroused for me, Mary, aren’t you?”

  “I ache for you, sir.”

  Charles’s low chuckle only increased the moisture between her thighs. With his free hand, he cupped her chin, demanding her stare. His gaze sizzled. “Of course you do, because that pussy is mine. I control when it gets wet, when it gets hot and needy. It’s my pussy to fuck, isn’t it?”

  “God, yes, sir,” she rasped.

  He lowered his hand and gestured to his pants. “Then get on your knees and suck me until I’m rock hard and can fuck you.”

  She lowered herself without hesitation, grasping his semi-hard penis in her hand. She grinned at him, feeling it harden slightly, knowing that always worked to get him excited. She swirled her tongue up the front and he groaned, then she licked the slit, tasting the salty liquid at the tip.

  His hand cupped her cheek as he stared down at her with adoration. His eyes were soft and filled with emotion, something that came only from a relationship that was simply meant to be. She drew his cock between her lips, taking it all the way in to the back of her throat.

  Charles’s low groan made her shiver as she bobbed her head and used her hand to stroke him. Within only five strokes, he pulled away. His deep laughter raised goose bumps across her skin. He offered her his hand, his stare molten and passionate. “Now, my sweetheart, let me feel you beneath me while I take what is mine.”

  With a gasp, she opened her eyes, drawn back into the present. A change appeared in Elliott’s features, removing the warmth and replacing it with a hard gaze. He apparently knew her mind was elsewhere.

  Dammit! She hadn’t expected to think of Charles so much.

  Stay in the moment.

  Elliott’s piercing eyes held hers, making her feel as if she’d never done a BDSM scene before. Dragging his finger over her shoulder and watching the glide of his touch, he asked in a low voice, “Is that cunt wet and achy for me, Mary?”

  “Yes, sir.” She shivered.

  He gave a small grin, gaze turning playful. “But I’ve hardly touched you, how can you be so aroused?”

  Holding his could-be-intimidating stare, she reminded herself that she wasn’t inexperienced, either. She’d lived and breathed submission for many years under Charles’s hand. She wanted to play tonight—to remember her submissive role. “You’re a handsome man, sir. Your confident touch is arousing. It’s making me remember what it used to be like to be controlled by a Dominant.”

  His low chuckle slid across her as he brushed his hand over her cheek and then he tangled his fingers into her hair. “I like the way you react under my touch.” He pressed his hard cock against her stom
ach. “As you see, I’m equally enamored by your presence.” Trapped in his tight hold, she gasped, and he stole the sound, pressing his mouth against hers.

  She tumbled into his strong embrace.

  Elliott’s kisses were of a man who knew his worth. One who understood the power he held over a woman and was aware of how to raise her into mind-boggling euphoria. Each swipe of his tongue was not simple but purposeful. It was of a Dom who was well educated in how to kiss and command a woman. His hands moved to gently caress her face as he continued to rub his hardened length against her belly, teasing her with his erection.

  She shifted against the wetness in her panties, and the ache she was feeling was something she had not felt in so long. The yearning to be filled by a thick, beautiful cock. She squirmed against him and moaned, as desperation consumed her.

  He broke the kiss, resting his forehead on hers. “Christ, Mary.”

  “I know, sir,” she whispered the same understanding.

  This connection between them, it was raw and real, and it was undeniably amazing. It reminded her of…

  She forced the thought away, trying to stay in the now. She thought coming to the party tonight would free her sexually, though she’d never expected Elliott’s touch to stir so many memories of Charles. Nor had she prepared herself to feel the electric buzz running through her at his presence. The way he made her feel was familiar. Her reactions to Elliott didn’t feel like simple D/s play. There was a level of passion and yearning that made her ache for this man. His touch burned through her, and she needed…more.

  He drew in a long breath and then leaned away, running his hands down her arms. Then he took a step back, giving Mary breathing space as he trailed his fingers down her rib cage. “Why do you wear this corset?”

  She ran her hands down the front, enjoying how thin it made her waist. “I feel beautiful in it.” Last week had marked the first time she’d gone into a lingerie store in years. Oh, the fun she had. The second she saw the corset, she didn’t need to see anything more.

  Elliott considered her, then tsked. “I believe that is part of the reason you wear corsets, but I also think a woman of your experience would know better than to lie to a Dom.”