Claimed (17 page)

“Yeah, I know.”

Presley hadn’t ever felt this close to any woman. She’d known her best friend in Apple Valley since she was two, and even they didn’t have this type of bond. Her smile felt more real than it had in some time, and Cora had been the reason for it, not something she’d ever forget. As odd as it was, she had a connection to Cora in a way she’d never experienced—sisterly, almost—and it had been so instant. Perhaps that was because they both were submissives.

“Come with me now, doll.” Master Dmitri had returned, and smiled before he added, “You’re very ruffled from our scene. It’ll feel nice to freshen up.”

With Dmitri’s mention of it, her skin did feel clammy, and her back and bottom burned. The idea of putting water anywhere near that sting wasn’t appealing, but washing the sticky sweat out of her hair was a great idea. She turned to Cora. “Are you almost ready to go home?”

“You’ll be staying with me tonight.”

At Dmitri’s stern voice and even firmer look, a slow heat burned her, and that shocked Presley—how could she possibly find any further arousal after the scene she’d just had? Turning to Cora, she said, “So, I guess I’ll see you at home tomorrow morning.”

Cora’s smile beamed as she looked to Master Dmitri, then she scanned the dungeon. When she spotted Master Aidan on the other side of the room with Master Kyler, her eyes darkened, and she bounced in her seat. “Yep, tomorrow. Sounds good.”

Presley chuckled, since Cora had said that without looking at her, and she watched her friend pounce off the couch and hurry to Master Aidan’s side. With grace, Cora knelt at his feet, and Presley witnessed the smile curving Master Aidan’s mouth, plus the approval in his eyes, even if Cora couldn’t see it.

“I don’t get why they aren’t a couple.” She turned to Master Dmitri. “They seem to like being together.”

Master Dmitri offered his hand, and after she slid into his strong hold, he assisted her to her feet. He removed the blanket from her shoulders, tossing it into the laundry basket beside the couch, then he led her through the dungeon.

“I’m not aware of anything more than the D/s relationship between them, but while in the club, Master Aidan does enjoy topping her.” At her furrowed brow and scrunched nose, he chuckled. “Does that confuse you?”

“A little bit.” She liked when he pulled her into his side, nice and close. “I just don’t understand why, if you get along so well in here”—she waved around the dungeon as they neared the exit, passing members lounging on the couch—“you wouldn’t try and make a relationship out of it.”

Master Dmitri opened the dungeon’s door, and once they exited, he let it slam closed behind them. They strode through the hallway and toward the basement steps, and she wondered if she’d said too much, because his stare became hard.

After a long, somewhat awkward pause, he said, “I happen to agree with you, Presley.” His eyes softened as they made their way to the main floor, then he continued as they headed upstairs, “Morals in a submissive are a good thing. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to find love within a D/s relationship.”

There, in his eyes, was that shift in him. He entered the bedroom and she followed. Once they were inside, her thoughts stuttered as she admired the space, more aware than she’d been the last time she was in his room. She remembered the dark furniture that filled the large masculine room with the dark gray walls. But the sleigh bed impressed her, as did the fancy pillows on top. “Wow.” She turned to Master Dmitri. “Quite the room you have.”

“I’m pleased you approve.” He leaned down close to her face and winked. “Even happier when you’re not running out of it.”

She laughed and followed him into the bathroom off to the right. When she entered, her astonishment grew. She was surrounded by marble floors and countertops, a fancy mirror, a soaker tub, and an all-glass shower made for two. Master Dmitri approached the shower, turned it on, and played with the temperature while Presley waited off to the side. She couldn’t help but scan over him standing there, dressed in his black dress shirt and pants. The man was gorgeous.

When he turned to her, clearly content with the water temperature, he unclipped his belt, and she stilled. His mouth twitched. “Don’t look so worried, doll. I’ve used you up quite a bit tonight. We’re here to shower, nothing more.”

Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, he kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, dropped his pants and his black boxer briefs, then his erection sprang free. Presley’s mouth dropped open as she stared at a very,
very
large erection. She doubted her hand would fit around him; it looked as if it were ready to stab her. “Sir . . . I . . . you . . .”

“Have a large cock,” he offered, and at her slow nod and deep swallow, he chuckled. “Like I’ve told you, Presley, compliments from a sub are always welcomed.”

Taking her hand, he pulled her into the shower and took the showerhead off the holder. “Come and bend your head over. If the fragranced shampoo runs along those pretty marks I’ve given you, it might sting.”

With a dry mouth, still processing the length and girth of him, she obliged and he got right to work. Part of her felt like a child as he washed her hair, but the other, much stronger part, relished his touch and care. His hands were gentle; no doubt this wasn’t the first time he’d washed long hair on a woman, since his movements weren’t jerky and awkward.

Once he finished, he dropped the showerhead so it hung, and wrung out her hair, placing it over one shoulder and off her back. “Stand now, nice and slow.”

With his hand on her arm, he assisted her, and the world spun as the blood left her head to rush back into her body. After she steadied, he pumped soap into his hands from the soap bottle and lathered her up. His hands skimmed her intimate places and cleaned them thoroughly, though not in a sexual manner. What he’d said about simply bathing her was true, and she loved that about him, how solid his word was.

However, as his erection rested against her side, guilt consumed her. How many times had he gotten her off, and now he was being the sweetest man ever. Turning to him as he finished washing the soap off her belly, she said, “Sir, if you’d like, we can . . .”

One sleek brow arched. “Fuck?”

“Yes, sir,” she managed.

His smile was as gentle as his touches, as was his voice. “While I love that you have it in your heart to release the state I’m in, I’m fine, doll.” He gestured toward the bench at the back of the stall. “Go and sit there while I shower.”

Not taking her eyes off him, she set her bottom down on the cold tile and watched as he shampooed his head, lathering all those muscles with soap. The man looked incredible out of water, but dripping wet . . . Her mouth went dry.

Her attention drifted lower. His erection looked
sore,
so tight the veins along the side bulged. It only increased her guilt. Steven had been led with his dick—an erection meant the need to come—and she appreciated Dmitri’s control.

He turned his back to her to wash his face and Presley noticed two thin long white marks on his back, and she wondered what had caused those scars. As he faced her again, her thoughts became only about
this
man.

He finished with a final scrub of his hair, put the showerhead back in its holder, and she got another view of his thick cock. She licked her lips, intrigued by what he’d taste like, how he’d feel in her mouth, and how he’d look lost in his own pleasure.

With his shoulders drenched by the water, causing droplets to run down his chest to his six-pack, he was enticingly gorgeous. Standing from her spot on the bench, she whispered, “Sir,” then she approached him.

She stared up into his face, and he arched a curious brow down at her. While at first she acted out of guilt, she realized that wasn’t her real motive. He looked uncomfortable. She didn’t like that. Yes, she was grateful for all he’d done for her, but her desire now was simply to have that beautiful cock in her mouth. She wanted to make him feel good, just as he’d made her feel good.

Trailing her hands over his thighs, she lowered to her knees, and the hard tiles were warm beneath her. She angled her head back, and sinful eyes peered down at her. “Sir, may I pleasure you?”

His eyebrows drew together, a sweet edge warmed his features, and he brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “I’m pleased to see you think of me, Presley.” His touch feathered over her bottom lip, and his stare held there a moment before he glanced into her eyes. “How can I deny a woman looking at me like
that
?” His head tilted down, and he grinned devilishly. “If you want to suck my cock, doll, I won’t refuse you.”

With a smile, she looked toward the mighty erection in front of her face, and she wrapped her hand around him, as much as she could. Leaning forward, she licked up his length, and his guttural groan encouraged her.

As she licked up the veins bulging on the side, the dampness from the shower helped her tongue carve a spectacular path up his shaft. She swirled her tongue along the tip of his cock to draw in the salty liquid, and she moaned in delight.

Using her mouth and her tongue, she familiarized herself with his penis, inhaling his musky scent, and he hummed low as she traveled. She located each vein, memorized every part of him, and discovered the ridges of the head and how soft the skin was there.

The need to prove herself worthy of his domination captivated her, and after she ran her tongue up his shaft, she drew the tip of his cock head past her lips and sucked hard. He thrust his hips forward, throwing his head back on a delicious growl.

She bobbed just there, working her hand up and down his thick shaft in a slow movement to pull at his desires. He wrapped his hands loosely in her hair, and she took him all the way into her throat, sucking in her cheeks around him. He grunted as his hold tightened.

Slowly and utterly cruel, she pulled her lips back, and he allowed her the right to explore him. Up and down she moved, caressing his cock, curving her tongue around him while her hand followed.

His groans deepened, his fingers tightening and refusing her movement, and she glanced up at him. Molten eyes pinned her to the spot, and Lord, did she burn with an equal intensity. He never offered an order with his voice, but she heard it nonetheless.

Do not move.

She waited, merely watched him, and didn’t release him from her mouth, providing a warm wet space for him to rest in. He cupped her face, widened his stance, and inhaled sharply before he pumped into her. Not hard thrusts, to make this difficult, but a fast quick shift of his hips. It became clear that he had allowed her to have some fun with him. Now he dominated the pleasure he took from her, and she relaxed her jaw for him.

The man above her, thrusting into her mouth, was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Intense, like usual, but more deeply focused. He didn’t simply enjoy her caresses; he used her mouth to make himself come for his own needs.

Within a few more thrusts, his muscles tightened and he grunted, so deep and seductive that heat pooled low in her stomach. He tightened his hands around her head, yanked himself out from between her lips, and gave her a stare that more than sizzled, it crackled with lust. “You have a choice: mouth or breasts?”

“Mouth, sir.”

He grinned, dark and delicious, slipping himself back between her lips. “Tighten. Ah, yeah, that’s right.” He thrust and moved in haste, and she curled her tongue around his thick shaft, closing her eyes as she lost herself in the pleasure she gave to him.

“Eyes to me.”

At his clipped voice, she snapped her eyes open and saw that his brow had furrowed. His thighs beneath her hands trembled, and his cock hardened, and somehow it grew even bigger inside her mouth. He gripped her hair tightly, his eyes widened, and he thrust to the back of her throat and froze. On his deep grunt and the buck of his body, she swallowed frantically to drink down all he had to offer her.

When his erection softened between her lips, he smiled down at her, pulling his semi-hard cock slowly out. “You’re damn good at that, Presley.”

Brushing his thumb over her bottom lip, she drew the digit into her mouth and sucked on it. “Thank you, sir.” He cupped her face with his strong hands, then he kissed her. She experienced his gratitude from the soft swirls of his tongue, even pride in herself that she’d pleasured him blind.

After he treated her mouth to the talent of his wicked tongue, leaving her slightly winded, he assisted her to her feet. “No, doll, believe me,
thank you
.” He stepped out of the shower, and she watched him as he wrapped a white towel around his waist.

She couldn’t help but notice how he dominated the space. Being half-naked definitely suited him. He took another towel off the hook, holding it open to her, and once she joined him, he patted her down, all too careful of the marks on her back.

“Now, before we put some cream on those pretty marks of yours, we’ve got something to discuss.” He took her hand and towed her closer toward him. “I plan to call you every day this week. Be sure to return my calls if I’ve missed you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she blinked as the change in him became entirely obvious. Things had become more personal. That was the shift in his eyes, the way he examined her more intently. He wanted to get to know her on an intimate level, not only a D/s level. “Err . . . okay, sir.”

He smiled, and it seemed he liked that she stood in absolute shock. “I’d like to take you out for dinner, too. Where would you like to go?”

Not to say she’d object to his offer of getting to know her better on a date. Heck, she found herself blushing and smiling at the thought. But maybe, just maybe, she felt a little intimidated by him outside of the dungeon. Master Dmitri, powerful CEO and owner of Club Sin, dating her, a dental hygienist from Apple Valley.

It seemed like an unusual match, to say the least.

Wait! He intimidated her in the dungeon, too. Why was she thinking this over? Dinner with Dmitri—only an idiot would refuse his offer. “Well—” She pondered but realized she would never come up with an answer. “Where would you like to go?”