Bound
(Club Corruption, 2)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
BOUND (Club Corruption, 2)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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Published by Crescent Snow Publishing
Copyright © August 2015 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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Malcolm is the only one that can make Madison feel alive, can give her the pain that ultimately delivers the pleasure she craves. When she stands on that stage, bound for him, submitting to him, only then can she let herself go.
He is a Dom, a sadistic wolf shifter that gets off on the pain he inflicts on his submissive partner. As much as Malcolm loves the sound of leather on flesh, loves seeing the agony morph into ecstasy on the females that submit to him, that’s where the relationship ends for him.
But when he has Madison on stage, restrained for him, at his mercy, it isn’t just about the show and play of the scene. His wolf wants more from her, but Malcolm knows how to hold back the beast, to reign over the wildness inside of him.
And then his animal becomes too strong for Malcolm to control. The beats pushes outward, and claims supremacy, the truth of what she really means to him becoming clear. He won’t stop giving her the pain she desperately needs, but he won’t let her go either, not when she’s his mate.
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M
adison went to
Club Corruption for two reasons and two reasons only: to get off on the pain she needed to reach her pleasure and to see Master Malcolm. It was only with him, a wolf shifter, and a motorcycle club member that could hit her with such precision, that she came. He was the only one that could run his finger along her back and have her soaked between her thighs, begging for his cock, but always being denied. He might use the whip on her, the flogger, cane, or any other instrument he saw fit during the time they played, but he’d never had sex with her.
God, just thinking about his big hands running over her body, making her pussy wetter, had her body covered in sweat. He could get her off so easily, but it wasn’t just because he knew what he was doing with the toys, or how he knew just where to touch her. She loved coming here because she wanted Malcolm, wanted to have his cock deep in her body, owning her, claiming every inch of her.
But Malcolm was distant, only dominating with the toys and his hands, with his commands, commands he spoke in his deep, animalistic voice. He never fucked the subs, never even looked like he wanted to. He was a sadist, a Dom, and she wanted him dominating her in every way possible.
She made her way through Club Corruption, the sounds of the whips hitting flesh, of gasps, moans, of cries for more, filled her head and made her needy for Malcolm. And when Madison stopped in front of the stage where Malcolm was, the St. Andrews Cross illuminated by the spotlights, the woman currently restrained looking like she had already gotten off, all Madison could do was watch as Dom Malcolm went to work on her.
He circled the woman, his eyes flashing this dangerous white color; his animal was right at the surface. Madison might only be human, might be inferior, weaker, to the shifter species, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel this wilderness inside of her, this need to submit to his animal as well as his human.
She didn’t know how long she stood there, watching Malcolm bring the whip down on the woman’s flesh, but soon she was sweating, feeling her arousal, her anticipation rising up and claiming her. Her hands shook, her focus solely on Malcolm. He was the epitome of what a sadistic Dom should be, should look like while in a scene with his submissive. He was focused only on his partner, despite the fact a crowd watched.
But Malcolm wasn’t a male that played with the women outside of a particular scene. She’d never seen him with a woman aside from when he controlled her. He would finish the play, walk off the stage, and disappear down the darkened corridor. She’d never felt brave enough to tell him that when she was with him, being whipped by him, touched by him, she felt life wash through her. He made her feel alive, made her want to surrender not only her body, but her mind as well.
She was doing a scene tonight, and her adrenaline moved through her fast and hard, like a train becoming derailed and threatening to crash in a fiery accident.
Turning from the stage, she made her way toward the back rooms where she’d change and get ready mentally and physically for her time up on that podium with Malcolm. Already, her hands shook, her heart raced, and she couldn’t get her mind focused. She kept thinking about Malcolm, about what he’d do to her tonight, and that had excitement, anticipation, and pleasure coursing through her.
Did he know when she was on stage with him and submitting that she wasn’t giving herself to just an Dom, but to the one that she’d grown to care for?
Malcolm had known
Madison stood there and watched him. He’d scented her, felt her presence in the air. His wolf had tried pushing out, escaping, but he was stronger; his human side was not about to allow his wolf to have supremacy. He was the dominant one, the male who ruled. He might be half wolf, able to shift into an animal at will, but he felt more comfortable in his human skin, in having the reasoning, rationalization, and composure that species had.
And against his own rules, the way a Dom should act toward their sub, Malcolm had taken his gaze and focus off the woman restrained on his stage, and watched as Madison left and headed down the back hallway.
Malcolm finished the scene with his submissive of the moment, helped her into one of the rooms where she could rest comfortably, and preformed the aftercare she needed. When he was satisfied she was levelheaded again, could see the focus back in her eyes, he brought in another experienced male to watch over her. He left the room and made his way into the back hallway. He needed to regroup, clean up, and prepare himself for the next scene. He knew who he’d be restraining, knew he’d have Madison at his mercy.
She wasn’t a regular, but she had been his sub on several occasions. And every time he had her hands bound behind her, above her, and saw the euphoria cover her face when he struck her, something shifted in him. His wolf pushed forward, came out a little more. But his human side wouldn’t allow the animal to break free. He hadn’t shifted in years, suppressing that side of himself because he felt out of control, wild, volatile even when he was a wolf.
Of course, some physical changes he couldn’t control: the changing of his eye color, and the lengthening of his claws and canines.
Staring at himself in the mirror, he took in the sweat that covered him and that his short dark hair was plastered to his forehead. His wolf caused his pupils to flash white. He was shirtless, his wolf trying desperately to push through ever since he’d smelled Madison in the air, his muscles straining, his power trying to come forward.
He didn’t know why she affected him like this, didn’t know why he felt the desire to just let go and be who he really was. However, he was a male that didn’t shift anymore because of the accident years ago. It was an accident he’d always have to live with, and it was the reason he didn’t shift anymore, wouldn’t allow his wolf to come forward.
He was afraid of losing control and of the destruction he could cause because of it.
“D
o you submit?”
Malcolm asked.
