ClaimingRuby (6 page)

“Stop. Don’t come.”

She stopped because he commanded it. If her mouth hadn’t
been full of Joshua’s cock, she might have answered with a, “Yes Sir.”

“Keep sucking me, Ruby. Keep me on the edge.”

She wanted to feel him in her hand. She cupped his balls and
squeezed gently as she pleasured him.

What a slut, sucking someone off in the back of a limo.

She didn’t care. She was overtaken by him. Swept away by
excitement and pleasure. This was one of the reasons she hadn’t looked for
another Dominant—she was scared of losing control. Of falling down the rabbit
hole and never finding her way back. If the next man she got involved with
screwed her over, she doubted she could piece herself back together.

With Joshua, she wanted to try. She wanted to be
overwhelmed. He called to her baser instincts and they overruled her head.

It helped that he looked like sex on a freaking stick.

His sac drew tight. He gave a sharp tug on her hair and she
drew away. The disappointment at not being able to finish him stung.

As his chest heaved, he said, “That’s enough. Straighten
your skirt and climb onto my lap.”

Ruby bunched up the leather and did as he asked. “Careful, I’ll
probably soak your pants.” Heat rose in her cheeks and not from arousal.

She couldn’t believe she’d just said that.

He pulled her against his crotch. The head of his cock
brushed her clit and she gasped.

“I want your cunt on me. I want to go into Decadence knowing
your scent is on me, like mine is on you. I want everyone to know you belong to
me.”

He ground her against him. The friction notched up her
arousal, making her forget her earlier trepidation.

She didn’t care how early it was in their relationship, she
didn’t care about where they were going. If it was a temporary arrangement, she
wanted to seize every opportunity.

She shifted, nudged his head across her opening. “Please, I
want to feel you.”

He kissed the tip of her nose and stilled her hips. “No. Not
like this. We have many things to discuss. I just wanted a taste.” He patted
her thigh. “And anyway, we’re here.”

She blinked. “Here?”

“Decadence. Time to go play.”

Even though it was a weeknight, Decadence heaved with
patrons. It was a classy establishment. She’d been to a few BDSM clubs when she
discovered she was a submissive but they hadn’t been like this. They’d been
seedy and dingy. This was elegance and money.

Joshua led her toward the bar. “This place was opened in the
nineties. Has a private membership and a waiting list. All clients are
thoroughly vetted and privacy is a valued commodity. Many high-profile people
play here.”

She’d seen a few of those high-profile people on the way in.

“J, how you doing?” The bartender held out his hand and
Joshua shook it. He was tall and wide, with a shaved head and tattoos sleeved
down his arms. A tight white t-shirt pulled taut across his muscles. His
piercing blue eyes were filled with warmth.

Joshua flashed his pearly whites in a genuine smile. “Good.
You?”

“Great. Usual?”

“Sure. Ruby, would you like something?”

She’d been watching their exchange, pleased that Joshua
seemed well-liked. “I’ll have a rum-and-coke, please.”

Hopefully it would calm the nerves.

“New plaything?”

Her gaze snapped to the bartender and she scowled. She got
an urge to adjust her bustier, to pull it higher around her breasts to offset
his comment. She was no one’s plaything.

Joshua rubbed her back. “Xander, meet Ruby Romano. My
submissive.”

Xander’s eyes widened but he quickly recovered. He tilted
his head in acknowledgement then beamed and held out a hand. “Nice to meet you,
Ruby.” To Joshua he said, “Lovely. Just lovely.”

Pleasure shot down her spine at being introduced as his
submissive. Surely if this were just casual he wouldn’t have said that. Unless
it was a gimmick and he did it to all his women. A way to make them feel safe.
From Xander’s reaction she didn’t think it was the case. Maybe Joshua had paid
him?

She gave herself a mental slap. Self-doubt would ruin the
night.

Xander placed their drinks in front of them. “Well, enjoy
your evening.”

Joshua said thanks and handed her the glass. She took a
swallow. The alcohol warmed her stomach and loosened knots of tension.

“What would you like to see first?” Joshua lifted his glass
to his lips and took a sip. The corded muscle of his neck worked and she wanted
to run her tongue along the vein as he swallowed. She remembered the feel of
his cock—pulsing steel encased in soft velvet.

She fought the images to answer his question. “See? I’ve not
given it much thought.” She averted her gaze, trying to control her
imagination. How could he be in such perfect control?

He didn’t seem affected in the slightest. His calm exterior
had slipped back into place, while her pussy was dripping and her nipples ached
with anticipation.

“Then let me give you a guided tour.” He escorted her
around. The entrance was like any normal club—a bar, a seating area for people
to enjoy their drinks, a dance floor filled with gyrating bodies.

She watched one couple. The male held a leash, which was
attached to a thick metal collar around a woman’s neck. He jerked and she
stumbled into him. They kissed. Ruby almost blushed at the amount of tongue
they displayed.

She’d always been a little uncomfortable with public
displays, as if it were an intrusion on someone else’s relationship.

“Do you have a safeword?”

She returned her attention to Joshua. “Safeword?” She hated
all the normal words—red, yellow. They seemed so clinical. “How about
Hemingway?”

“Hemingway?” Joshua smirked.

“One of my favorite authors.” She shrugged and explained
further. “And I want it to be a bit more personal for me.”

She didn’t add the “for us” part.

“Hemingway it is. Are you allergic to latex?”

Oh god, now they were talking about protection. She knew it
was necessary but it made her uncomfortable. After all, she didn’t really know
him.

She put aside her discomfort and acted like a grown woman. “I’m
not allergic to latex. I’m also on the Pill.”

He brushed a finger along the swell of her breasts. “I had
to ask. I don’t want to hurt you or do anything that will harm your well-being.”

Warmth seeped into her chest even as her nipples tightened
in response. “It’s okay.” He cared enough to worry about her safety. The show
of concern took root in the withered place her ex had killed and began to
blossom.

“Come on, let me show you more.”

He led her deeper into the club. Past the dance area were
numerous open booths. Each booth had different BDSM equipment. Some were
occupied. Some had people standing outside, watching the occupants.

She stopped by a scene. A woman wearing thigh-high latex
boots strapped some weights to a bound male’s balls. The sacs stretched and he
grimaced in pain. The woman whispered something and his expression changed. His
jaw went slack as she fondled his cock.

“Does that excite you?”

“A little.”

Joshua moved behind Ruby, circled her hips and splayed a
hand on her waist. “Is it the way she’s treating his cock?”

Gooseflesh flared. She shook her head. “It’s the way he’s
bound.”

Being restrained excited her. In her day-to-day life, Ruby
was so sensible, so responsible. The loss of control would be a heady
aphrodisiac.

He nibbled on her neck. “Let’s move on.”

He led her to another scene. Two Dominant males worked over
a female submissive. She was bound to some kind of metal stockade. Ruby felt
lightheaded and flushed. She’d seen this kind of thing online but never in
reality. The live version was potent. She saw the color rise to the surface as
capillaries burst from the impact of a crop.

She wanted to be that woman.

“Describe what excites you,” Joshua said.

Did she tell him it was being controlled by more than one
Dom? That group sex excited her if it was the will of her Dominant? She’d had
many fantasies over the last few years. Some dark and forbidden. She thought
she’d never tell anyone. But that’s all they were—fantasies.

“No secrets between us, Ruby.” He cupped the back of her
neck.

Heat seeped straight into her pussy. She ached with need.
The taster in the limo had whetted her appetite and the scenes heightened her
lust.

“I like the idea of being at the mercy of more than one man.
Being touched by multiple men. Commanded by my Master.”

His breath tickled her ear. “Such a greedy girl.”

She prickled. “Greedy? That’s an arrogant statement coming
from a millionaire.” It pushed her buttons. She’d seen real greed and the
corruption it led to from her ex and his friends.

“Relax, sweet Ruby. I’m not him.” He rimmed the shell of her
ear with his tongue.

Her inner walls clenched. She craved him physically. She
could taste the anticipation, yet nagging doubts worried at the back of her
mind. He was everything she despised. She’d sworn she’d never trust another guy
like him but here she was in a BDSM club, practically begging him to fuck her.

They watched the show and she locked away her temper. She
had to give this a chance. She had to know she was capable of a physical
relationship again.

He encased her, holding her in place so she couldn’t look
away. Not that she wanted to.

One of the men slid into the submissive’s ass. A look of
rapture settled on her face before the second male guided his cock down her
throat.

Ruby could see a small black dildo lodged in her pussy. Her
ass cheeks were an angry pink from the intense spanking. Her nipples were
clamped by metal teeth. A weight hung between her breasts and it swung back and
forth as the men fucked her.

Ruby’s blood thickened. Her whole body vibrated with need.
The scene was like watching her own private porno, except she could smell the
heat and musk. She’d never been to a club that displayed sexuality so openly.
She felt like a naughty schoolgirl with a hand caught in the cookie jar.

Joshua lifted her skirt. She glanced around, hoping no one
could see. Watching was fine, exhibitionism she wasn’t sure about. She batted
him away, embarrassed.

“No one is paying any attention to us. Keep watching,” he
murmured.

She did. He found her wet slit, traced the seam through her
panties. She sagged against him and bit back a moan.

“I’m going to fuck you soon. Slide my dick inside your tight
pussy. Use you like they are using her.”

“Oh god.”

The thought of his cock inside her edged her desire past its
boiling point. Her clit throbbed and tingled as she rode his fingers. Higher
and higher, he coaxed her. As the men in the scene thrust into the woman, Ruby
rocked in unison. Pleasure raced to the surface. The woman threw back her head
and screamed and Ruby clenched her thighs.

Joshua stopped and her orgasm crept back. “No coming.”

He pulled down her skirt and ushered her past the public
areas and into a corridor with numerous private rooms. The doors were blank
except for a number etched on the black wood. Some had keys in the keyholes.

She bit back frustration and prayed he wasn’t playing her. “What
are they for?” she asked as he chose door number fifteen.

He withdrew the key and gestured her inside. “The keys
indicate the room is unoccupied.”

He closed the door and switched on the lights. Ruby scoped
out her surroundings. After viewing the public spaces, she’d expected something
typically BDSM—leather, bondage equipment, toys. Instead she stood in what
appeared to be an opulent harem tent. A long, old-fashioned wooden table sat in
the center, covered in maps and ancient weapons. The walls were draped with
silks. Numerous small benches dotted around the room but she couldn’t make out
what they had on them.

At the back was a huge bed covered in furs.

“It’s called The Conqueror’s Room.”

“Interesting.”

Joshua laughed. “Interesting? I was hoping for a better
reaction.”

“Just shocked. I expected something more…” How could she put
it without offending him?

“Extreme?”

She grinned. “Exactly.”

“Decadence plays to every fantasy.” He closed the gap
between them and cupped the back of her neck, drawing her closer. “Tonight you
are my sex slave. Mine to do with as I see fit.”

Apprehension bubbled to the surface. She’d practically been
a slave for her ex. Not in the sexual sense but it triggered bad memories.

Joshua must have seen the anxiety on her face because he
said, “Don’t fear me, Ruby. I would never take what you don’t want to give.”

He licked the outline of her lips, caressed her tongue with
his as she opened to him. He skimmed her shoulders and straining breasts as he
kissed her.

The man could kiss. Expertly. Just the right amount of
pressure and urgency. It tightened her stomach in knots and chased away the
past.

He stepped away, left her panting and aching, desperate for
more. He’d been teasing her most of the night. She clenched her fists and
wanted to stamp her foot like a petulant child.

Was this what being a submissive was really about? The
constant longing and teasing? Everything happening at the will of another?
Could she really handle that after last time?

He’s giving you exactly what you want.

She couldn’t deny it. Despite her reservations and
frustration, it felt good.

“Strip.”

She swallowed hard. There was no going back now. Could she
handle the consequences of tonight?

“I…” She shook her head, unsure whether she was saying no to
his command or at her own stupidity for disobeying him.

“Strip. I won’t ask you again.”