The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle (58 page)

“I would say it's about time we're getting somewhere, and I'm glad you're no longer fighting me.” He leaned away, putting some space between them. “Now a bit of the truth is finally out in the open. I feel better. Do you?”

Did she?

She wasn't sure.

Kyler had been nothing but completely forthcoming with her and she'd hid things from him. Important things she should have told him. She felt foolish. He understood her, probably more than anyone had in her life. He didn't judge her. He didn't get angry. He simply cared for her unconditionally.

She cupped his face, feeling the scruff from his five-o'clock shadow. “Why are you so good to me?”

“Because you deserve it, Ella.”

Guilt and shame led her to say, “I'm sorry I kept all this from you. I should have told you.”

“I'm sorry that I learned about it in the manner I had, too. But now I know and you know that I don't care.” He slid his fingers across her face to grasp her hair, and then he dropped a hard and passionate kiss upon her lips. Tension lay in the firmness of his mouth, but the heat was all-consuming. When he broke the kiss, he added with a devilish smile, “Now we can move on, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Don't hide from me,” he added with a firm voice. “All of this is your history. Maybe painful history. But it's all of what makes you
you
. Nothing, and I mean
nothing
, could possibly keep me away now.” Then he sealed his mouth over hers and briskly ended the conversation.

She kissed him back with equal fervor, amazed by him. By how compassionate, how strong, how confident he was. Some men might be threatened by Rory, but beyond all the secrets, his only focus was
her
.

In that truth, she lost herself.

He wrapped his strong fingers around her cheeks as his tongue explored her mouth. The
passion was fever-pitched. The unconditional love meant more than his heated kisses.

Trust
.

Communication
.

Acceptance
.

Things were deeper between them, and she let go to a man who deserved it. Who'd fought to gain her trust. A man who she wholeheartedly believed would never let her fall.

With a final brush of his lips across hers, he broke away. Holding her hair firmly in his grip, he murmured, “Now we are in a good place to play. Do you feel that also?”

“Yes.” She smiled, wiping the last tears off her face. “It does feel good it's all out in the open now.”
Real good
.

His grin spoke of love and something so much more: appreciation that she gave him more of herself. “All right, sweetheart. Are you ready to play?” A darker—more demanding—look crossed his face, one she'd never seen before. All those examining looks he'd given her now became intense, almost as if he searched her soul.

This time she allowed it, welcomed him in.

“I'm ready,” she said.

He gathered her off the table and placed her on her feet, then rose off the couch. The warmth of his body pressed against her and he stared down at her with hard, yet simmering, eyes.

There was a notable difference in him. Oh, hell, was there ever.

He didn't simply look at her, he studied her. He didn't move without purpose, and each move seemed to be to gauge her. As if his world narrowed entirely on her, and she experienced the draw to that. The importance of feeling a man engrossed in her.

She realized in this moment, Kyler didn't stand in front of her.

Master Kyler did
.

Hand in hand, Kyler led Ella toward a stage on the left side of the dungeon. She noticed most of the members were standing near the spanking bench, where Dom Porter flogged a submissive that Ella hadn't personally met yet.

Terrific. They're all busy.

Not to say that Ella wasn't excited over the idea of others watching her, but she wasn't ready to jump up and down about the idea, either.

On the stage where Kyler headed, there were three long pink aerial silk sheets hanging from the ceiling. The one in the middle was wider, and the two narrower pieces ran down next to it. She'd seen something similar during an aerial ballet show that her grandmother had taken her to.

Off to the side of the silks, she noticed a bench that looked similar to a pommel horse, with a curved back and no handles. Upon closer scrutiny, it was made of cherrywood, with padded black leather on the top and on the sides.

Following Kyler, she climbed the steps onto the stage and her focus drifted back to Porter's scene. Though the flogging looked intense and mildly painful, leaving the submissive with a bright red bottom, Ella's body flushed.

How would that feel?

Was it pleasurable or was it painful?

Her book said a flogging was intense and the pain brought a higher pleasure, but to fully understand it Ella thought she'd have to experience it. And she realized she wanted to, and shivered in anticipation.

“Ah, I see how that scene excites you,” her Dom said.

Ella nearly banged into Kyler as he had stopped on the stage. He gripped her arms, steadying her. Then he brushed his finger down her throat with the whisper of a touch. “But knowing what you've been through, we will grow into that type of scene, yes?”

She frowned. “Kyler, just because Rory hurt me doesn't mean I'm broken or you need to baby me. I want to do what every other submissive would do. Please don't treat me differently.”
She didn't want to be a victim, she had never wanted that. “I know the difference between violence and the smack on an ass from pleasure.”

His eyes narrowed, stone cold. “First, little one, what mistake did you make?”

She froze.

He waited.

“I called you Kyler,” she grumbled.

“Yes, you did.” He closed the distance, pressing his hard and hot body against hers. “Because you're new to the lifestyle, you will be allowed a few errors. That is one. Get to five and you'll be punished.”

Her insides boiled as his eyes blazed, not with a look that scared her, but with a sexy burn that enticed her. He added with a low voice, “Doms have limits, too. Flogging you or taking you into impact play in that regard is my soft limit. For now, that is nonnegotiable.”

All traces of hardness faded from his face as he tangled his fingers into her hair, giving a little tug. “You will enjoy yourself tonight, but we will play this my way.” His stern gaze left no room for argument. “Until I know there's nothing but trust between us, and until I firmly believe that my flogging, paddling, or spanking you will not leave a devastating mark, I won't take you into that type of scene. Do you understand?”

Heat flooded her as he tugged on her hair, and she almost forgot what he'd said. She blinked into focus, realizing this was her submission to him. He'd bared her heart in the manner he wanted and now he played with her under his terms. “Yes, sir.”

“Very good.” Giving a nod of approval, he added, “And yes, you're right to use the sir now that we're playing.” He dragged his fingers through her hair, then turned to a tray next to the horselike contraption. After he removed two very long ropes, dark purple and dark green, he glanced over his shoulder to her. “Have you read about shibari?”

She nodded, watching him slowly approach the bench. “Yes, it's the Japanese artistic form of rope bondage.”

“Exactly.” He crooked a finger at her. “Our scene tonight will include shibari.” Watching her every step as she approached, he went on, “Down the road, I won't necessarily tell you everything that will happen in a scene, but for the first few times together I will, to reassure you. Things between us will be clear. All right?”

“Yes, sir.” She swallowed past the hard thud between her thighs and the warming of her
most intimate parts. Kyler holding ropes that he planned to decorate her body with made her damp with need.

When she settled in front of him, he smiled, brushing the side of her cheek. “The majority of our time will be spent doing the shibari. Ropes are beautiful, especially on you.” He ran the soft rope over her shoulders, settling it behind her neck, and she shivered.

He continued, “Once the shibari is complete, I plan to use nipple clamps.” He tugged on the rope, forcing her closer. “Having said that, it's good practice to only keep them on for ten minutes because of blood flow. So, things will move fast once those are on. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He inclined his head. “Tonight is about sensation play. Feelings things you haven't before, such as bondage and clamps. I won't push you beyond that.” He hesitated, apparently enjoying the squirm she did at those suggestions, since his smile turned dark. “Do you have any questions?”

“No, sir.”
Get that rope on me!

“Excellent.” Leaving the rope hanging over her shoulders, he turned to the tray and grabbed a hair clip. With gentle fingers, showing he'd done this before, he fixed her hair to the top of her head. “The arrangement of the ropes and knots emphasizes things like sensuality, vulnerability, and strength.”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the rope sliding over her skin as if it were Kyler's kiss. Her heartbeat slowed with each move he made, as though his fingers were gliding over her skin. His strong touch, declaring his experience, made her wet and achy.

“I've studied this form of art since joining the lifestyle. It's my gift, you could say. My talent.” He trailed the rope down the center of her chest, then ran it between her thighs. The soft rope pressed into her inner thigh before he dragged it up the side of her buttock.

He repeated the same move on the other side, then he said softly, “All right, take a seat on the bench and quiet your mind. Enjoy the moment.”

After Ella straddled the horse, he began making knots, moving the rope this way and that way over her body. She opened her eyes, finding him focused on the rope, as if she were his sculpture, his piece of art.

She realized that's what BDSM was to him. Past the sexual part to the lifestyle, the tender moment when he lost himself in something he was passionate about amazed her. The way he
touched her, how he moved the ropes and tied the knots along her body, it all dropped her into a hazy state. Her muscles loosened as the noises from the club drifted away.

Now she understood the appeal of the lifestyle—the meaning behind it made sense. It wasn't only rough flogging or kinky sex—it was the exchange of a Dom beautifying his submissive for others to see. Displaying her in the most exquisite way he could. Ella realized it was Kyler using his talents to attempt to make her the most stunning woman in the room.

His beauty to show off in pride.

It was a quiet and sensual exchange of his touch on her body.

Maybe she hadn't fully understood the meaning of a D/s relationship before, but now she believed it wasn't all about the sex. The experience was a sensual dance between a man and a woman. The ropes were an extension of Kyler—his way of showing her she was worthy of such devotion by a Dom.

In his care, she tumbled into a sensation so peaceful she never wanted to leave. Her thoughts quieted. Her body softened under the rope. Her heart opened, dropping all barriers between them.

Only he remained.

A quarter of an hour later, Kyler knotted the rope on the side of Ella's hip. The soft instrumental music drifted through the club as he gazed over the intricate bondage. For the most part, she was covered, likely feeling as if she wore a full-piece bathing suit with parts of skin showing.

He regarded his work with a smile. Shibari looked good on any woman, but because it was Ella, it looked exquisite. The ropes fit snug against her, winding across her body and detailing her curves. The flush of her cheeks indicated the knots he'd placed on pressure points to stimulate her were working.

Though, her reaction to the shibari was unexpected. Before she sat on the bench, he'd brushed over her hot folds, and silky arousal touched his skin. Not all submissives offered such a heady reaction under his ropes. And he felt it, too, entranced by the beauty of the moment.

She was his canvas.

The rope his tool to decorate her.

Into a minute of their scene, she had shut her eyes, and she had yet to open them. Even when he helped her stand from the bench, she stayed right there in the present.

Quiet.

Christ, she's going to be the death of you, Morgan
.

Tension rode his shoulders as he yearned to send her into that blissful state of subspace, but that craving wouldn't be fed tonight. Pain laced with pleasure dropped a submissive into that foggy trance, and he couldn't push Ella too fast…too soon. Until she wholeheartedly trusted him and invested in him enough to share her hurt, instead of ignoring what happened, he couldn't take his flogger to her or use pain to heighten her pleasure.

Shoving the thoughts and his cravings away, he gave her arm a pinch. “I need you focused now, Ella.” Her eyes slowly drifted open, her dark, sensual gaze entrancing him. He swallowed against the surge of blood rushing to his cock. With a clenched jaw, he gestured to the mirror on the wall behind them. “Take a look.”

She turned and gasped as she stared at her reflection. Giving herself a once-over, she ran her hands over the rope and shivered. “It's gorgeous.”

“It is that.” He took her hand, leading her toward the silk sheets hanging from the ceiling. “Though, I'd say what's in the ropes is more so.”

She gave a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, sir.”

He nodded, dropping her hand. “That's right, Ella. I enjoyed how you were quiet during the shibari, but now I want you vocal. How you've addressed me is perfectly fine.” Then he turned his attention to the long silk.

Years back, he'd seen an aerial ballet at Cirque du Soleil. The show had given him ideas, an idea that happened to be a perfect scene for Ella. Some thought to experience BDSM there needed to be pain, an intense flogging or such, but that was not the truth.

Not for Kyler.

Every step of Ella's scene was new to her. She'd never had sex in public, nor had she been decorated with shibari. Perhaps he played with her lightly, but that didn't mean the impact of the scene wouldn't be intense for her.

He grasped the wider piece of silk and held it open. “Come sit on here.”

Once she settled against the silk, he adjusted her so she sat secure within it. Her bottom rested right on the edge of the silk, leaving her pussy exposed for all his plans tonight.

He gripped the thinner silk on the left and wrapped it beneath her knee, spreading her thigh wide. Then he wrapped the silk up her forearm until he reached her wrist and made a cuff. She shivered under the restraints, and he grinned. “Seems you like this, hmm?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, holding his stare.

Her pupils were dilated and her lips parted as she drew in large, deep breaths. Unable to stop himself, he sealed his mouth over hers, commanding the kiss. Ella was made for this life, not simply because kink aroused her, but because she sought higher pleasure.

She allowed him to play in search of new sensations. She welcomed his touch, trusting him. More to the point, she naturally accepted his dominance, firmly believing that in his care he'd unleash her wildest desires.

Ella was submissive.

And yours
, his heart whispered.

Fighting back his impatience to claim her and demanding all the things he wanted to from her, he broke the kiss. He dragged his finger over her parted lips, damp with his saliva. “Very beautiful, Ella.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Desire brushed across his senses, sending adrenaline pumping through his veins as he wrapped her other leg in the silk, then secured her wrist. The spotlight above beamed down on her, lighting her up like an angel.

Once he finished, leaving her restrained for his pleasure, Ella's gaze connected with something over his shoulder. While he understood that she was restrained with nowhere to run in Club Sin, he'd rectify her error. He grasped her chin. “No, Ella, you stay right here. Always looking at me. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she rasped.

Pleased by her response, he trailed a finger over her cheek, taken by the softness of her skin. “Believe me, when something is this beautiful, it needs to be shown off.”

She gave a tender smile laced with heat, leaning in to his touch. “I feel beautiful, sir.”

“Rightly so.” Dropping his hand, he moved from side to side. Her stare followed him, and he nodded approval. “Yes. Eye contact like that. Always following me. Always on me.”

Reaching back, he removed his T-shirt and dropped it to the ground. “Tonight, this scene is for you. There are no expectations. It's all about sensation play. About fun. About exploring. About experiencing something new.”

“Yes, sir.”

Christ
, hearing the
sir
from her mouth nearly undid him. He yearned to hear that
sir
being shouted through her dance of pleasure. He desired beyond anything to hear it in a way that meant she belonged to him.

Slow down. Be gentle
.

Refusing his hot need to play a little darker with harder intensity, he turned to the tray that he'd left earlier and grabbed the scissors. As he looked to her, her argument flickered in her wide eyes.

He said firmly, “I'll remind you that I bought the lingerie. It's mine to cut off if I choose.” With a few quick snips, he removed her bra and underwear, yanking them out from beneath the ropes.