Chapter 35 Four #3
“Emma?” he prodded.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Ask for help.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. He didn’t look frustrated anymore. He looked calm, intent.
Should she? He was so gorgeous. It was too good to be true that he was really interested in whether she stayed or left, but he stood there, patiently watching her. He didn’t just dismiss her. “Help me,” she said softly.
He caught the scarf in a tight grip and pulled her forward. “I’m here. Put yourself in my hands, and I’ll take care of you.” He paused, looking into her eyes. “You’ve given me control. Understand?”
“Will—?”
“No talking. Just nod or shake your head. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Good because until I say so, you’re not allowed to open your mouth unless it’s to take some part of my body into it.”
She blinked, her eyes widening. A rush of arousal made her body flush.
“Yeah, you heard that right,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Her lips trembled.
He pulled her closer until she had to look up to see his face. “Put your arms around my neck.”
She hesitated, then raised them and let them come to rest on his broad shoulders with her tied wrists behind his head.
“Good. Now kiss me.”
Her mouth hovered near his, their breath mingling.
Finally she pressed her lips to his. They were firm and warm, lovely. When she stopped, he said, “Good. More.”
She slipped her tongue past his lips, and he sucked it into his mouth for a hot kiss that left her aching.
“Christ, yes,” he said. “So fucking sweet. Again.”
By the fourth kiss, she was pressed against him.
“Now let’s see what my body has to say about yours.”
She stilled, feeling him tug his zipper down. One of his hands raised the hem of her dress a few inches, and the other guided his stiff cock between her thighs. He rubbed the head against her. The thin cotton of her panties was the only thing separating them.
“Yeah, go ahead, move your hips forward and back. Your body knows what it wants, and so does mine.” He kissed her again. “Feel that cock? It wants to fuck you.” His hand slid down to her ass and cupped her.
She shivered and bent her knees, so the pressure of his erection against her increased.
“Very nice.”
She kissed his collarbone, then sucked, loving the salty taste of his skin. His hands gripped her backside and ground her against his body.
She moaned against his mouth. She loved this closeness.
“Go on. You’re allowed to use your mouth to explore.”
She ran her tongue over the hollow at the base of his throat, then bent her knees.
Her wrists caught on his neck. She couldn’t quite reach his nipple with her mouth, and she really wanted to lick him there, to see how his body would respond.
Would it drive him toward losing control?
Would he force her to the ground and take her? The thought was dizzying and delicious.
“Can’t quite reach, huh, little sub?” he teased.
She shook her head.
He nipped her lower lip and then pulled back. “The trouble with having those full lips of yours on me is that it makes me impatient for more.”
He lifted her arms over his head, and she immediately went down to her knees.
She really wanted to feel his reaction to her lips around his erection.
His blood-darkened shaft was gorgeous. She licked the smooth tip, tasting the fluid that dotted the slit like a dew drop.
She bent her head, but strong hands cupped her skull and pulled her back.
His fingers tightened on her hair as she tried to bend her head down.
He stopped her progress and pulled her head back, so she was looking up at his face from her knees.
“No. As great as it would feel to be in your mouth, that’s not how I want you. But you do look good on your knees.”
She felt vulnerable, kneeling while he towered over her, not allowed to speak or even to give him pleasure without his permission.
“You want to please me, don’t you?” The tone of his voice made it almost a statement rather than a question.
The wings of her soul unfurled, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. This felt amazing. She nodded.
“Then take off those soaked panties, and lie on the couch and wait for me.”
He let go of her and stepped back, then stalked around the desk and jerked drawers open. What was he looking for? A condom? Or some toy to use on her? The latter sent a dark thrill through her.
He glanced up. “Why are you still in the middle of the room? If you’re not on the couch by the time I put this rubber on, you’ll find out what it feels like to have your ass spanked before a Dom fucks you.”
Emma’s pussy clenched in wild anticipation, but she jerked into motion. She hurried to the couch and lay down on her back, shivering with need. She dragged her panties off and set them aside and then looked at him.
He was so gorgeous. Was this really happening? Was she actually going to have sex with a stranger in the office of a sex club?
Shay shoved his leathers down and kicked them free, while rolling a condom over his cock. He strode to the foot of the couch and gazed down at her.
“Pull your knees toward your chest and spread them. I want you all the way open.”
Oh, my God!
Her heart pounded, and she did exactly what she was told. He knelt on the cushions, then bent forward and slid his cock over her clit and down the slick seam between her labia.
She arched. She could barely breathe she wanted him so much.
He plunged forward, filling her in one devastating stroke.
He groaned with satisfaction. “God, that feels good.” He lowered his body until the head of his cock pressed against her cervix.
She bit her lip. It almost hurt taking him so deep, but it also felt better than anything ever had. He slid back and then bore down on her again. Her womb throbbed, and she felt as if his cock reached all the way to her tailbone.
“So tight and slippery,” he said as he slid inside. “Nothing a hard cock likes better than soft, swollen pussy.”
The rough, blunt talk turned her on more than she could’ve ever imagined. How could he have known it would? Or did he just talk that way to everyone?
He lowered his shoulders so his pelvic bone rubbed against her clit with every glide in and out.
She threw her arms over her head, arching so her breasts pushed up.
She wished they were bare for him. He bent his head and bit the tip of her breast through the fabric.
It sent a gorgeous bit of hurt through her, and her head thrashed as she strained against her clothes and toward the building orgasm.
“If I wasn’t busy fucking you, I would cut that dress off your body,” he growled.
She was flying, awash in sensation. He could’ve done anything he wanted to her. She would have let him without protest.
The thrusts came harder and faster. He was so strong, his hips working like pistons. She cried out as she came, pulsing around him, caught in a maelstrom as he continued to use her body.
Another spiraling climax hit her, and he drove deep one final time. She loved the hard expression of strain on his face, the taut lines of his muscles, the jerk and throb of his erupting cock. She could’ve watched him forever.
He dropped his head, panting. Strands of dark hair tickled her face, and he murmured, “So fucking good.”
Warmth spread through her chest. She was happy that it had been great for him, too.
She couldn’t believe how wonderful she’d felt.
Sex with Shay was a thousand times more satisfying than sex she’d had before.
Even if she’d masturbated to warm herself up, making love to her boyfriends had only been pretty good.
She couldn’t believe that kissing and watching Shay had been all the foreplay she’d needed tonight.
He straightened up to his knees and rolled the condom off his glistening cock. She wanted him to tell her to lick it. She just plain wanted more of him.
He tossed the rubber away and then stared down at her. She let go of her shaking legs and rested her feet on the couch, but with him kneeling between her feet, she couldn’t close her knees.
Her dress was pushed up around her waist. She started to scoot upward, but he grabbed her knee and held her in place, looking very pointedly down at her freshly fucked sex. She knew it should be okay, but her soft, fat thighs were framing the view and she wanted…wished she could cover them.
He seemed to feel her discomfort, but he didn’t scowl or turn impatient. He just feasted with his eyes. It made her uneasy, but also a little… flattered. He didn’t have to waste time looking at her now when he’d already come. He just seemed to want to.
“I know it won’t be easy, Emma, but you’re going to have to get used to me looking at you. I won’t give up the sight of all that strawberries and cream.” He released her knee. “Slide up, so you can straighten your legs.”
She inched upward. The movement made her dress slide down to her upper thighs. He grabbed the fabric at her hips and pulled it, so she was exposed again, but then he lowered himself down, so their lower bodies touched.
“I like the feel of those springy blond curls against me. No shaving or waxing down there without permission,” he said.
The words had the strangest effect on her, exciting and yet reassuring, too.
He still talked as if they’d see each other after this one encounter.
Maybe they could have some sort of relationship outside the club.
Was it possible that she could be his type in the real world?
He brushed his lips over hers. “I like the way you kiss me. Put your arms around my neck and give me one more kiss.”
Emma kissed him, and it was the sweetest time yet.
“I’m going to tell you something, then I’ll untie your wrists, and you’ll have a decision to make.”
She nodded, her nerves starting to spark. She didn’t want to talk. Things felt perfect; thinking too much would only ruin the moment.
“When I tied your wrists and hooked them over your head, you looked up at me with dilated pupils and parted lips, and my cock turned hard as a rock. There was an understanding between our bodies. I want to dominate you. You want to submit to me. It’s that simple.
And the beauty of this house—and by that, I mean the club—is that it’s been custom built to suit the purpose.
It should’ve been the easiest thing in the world to get you to accept that you belong here.
When I yanked your dress up to admire your body, it should’ve had the same effect as tying your wrists.
But when I moved one step closer to making your body mine for the taking, you fell apart.
Not because you were scared I would fuck you after only knowing you for ten minutes.
You were scared if you gave me time to look under your dress, I’d decide I didn’t want to fuck you after all. ”
Her throat burned at the memory, not only at how desperate she must have seemed to him, but also of how insecure.
“The thought of that hurt so much, Emma, you would’ve done anything to escape the one place it’s safe for you to be exactly who you are. Am I right?”
She nodded, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
It was like she was made of glass, and he could look inside and see all the things she hated for him to see.
She wanted to be confident. Many people had told her they liked the way she looked, but there were still times when she was reminded of her childhood, of never feeling pretty because she wasn’t thin.
He spoke as if the club was the answer to her problems, but she couldn’t imagine that.
Men as buff and beautiful as Shay lived at the gym, and those type of men almost always valued girls who were fit, with high tight backsides and smooth thighs.
She’d been dismissed by them plenty of times.
What if the men of the Marquis club walked past Emma indifferently when she was barely dressed?
Or worse, cast disapproving glances? It would crush her.
But maybe it wouldn’t be that way with all of them, she thought. Men do love my breasts. And for more sex like this with Shay, it would be worth it to try.
Kate called this place a home away from home. And she’s not tiny, either.
Shay took her wrists and untied the scarf. He dragged her forearm over his whisker stubble and then kissed it.
“Stop crying,” he said, using his thumb to swipe a tear from her damp temple. “Repeat after me, Master Shay, I accept the Marquis Club membership and, as a submissive in training, my body belongs to you.”
Emma blinked, swallowed, and repeated the words. They immediately made her feel better. He hadn’t rolled his eyes and washed his hands of her. He still wanted her to be a part of his world.
“Say: I’ll put myself in your hands and trust you to keep me safe.”
She recited the words.
“When you tell me I’m beautiful, I’ll believe you, because a hard cock doesn’t lie and neither do you.”
She smiled and shook her head, but repeated the words.
And just like that, Emma belonged to a secret, sex club.
Deep down, she couldn’t have been more excited.