The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle (19 page)

Dmitri shook his head. “Drinks only, thank you.”

After the waiter left, Dmitri settled into his seat and examined Katherine. She seemed strong. He didn't see any darkness under her eyes, indicating exhaustion, and her weight looked good.

His study of her drifted lower to the diamond necklace around her neck, but the jewelry didn't hold his focus long. There was a deep red mark just above the necklace, looking much like a rope burn. With a jerk of his chin, he gestured to the mark on her skin. “Care to explain that?”

Martin's eyebrows furrowed before he followed Dmitri's direction, then his features lightened with understanding. “We've dabbled in breath play.”

Breath play had never been an interest of Katherine's. In fact, it once was a hard limit, which Dmitri approved of. Even Doms had limits, and that had always been one of his. Safe, to him, didn't involve cutting off a submissive's air supply. He ran his finger over the rim of his glass and asked, “For how long?”

“Oh, we added it to our scenes a few months ago.” Katherine held Dmitri's stare dead-on, while before, she never would have done so. Dmitri had no doubt if she looked at Martin now, and spoke to him freely, it was because she had asked permission before they came. She'd always been a needy submissive and thrived off of living that role. The three years they'd been together, she'd spent most of that time kneeling at his feet loving the rules he had in place for her. Even though Katherine was a powerful defense attorney, while not at work, she wanted no control at all.

Dmitri had tried to be the Dom she needed, but after a while, Katherine grew to require different needs, ones that he couldn't fulfill. That rope burn on her skin was a simple reminder to him of how different their desires were. Katherine needed a Dom with a firmer hand, one who enforced strict rules and who treated her as his slave, not a sexual submissive. Dmitri didn't want
that life.

Katherine caressed her fingers across the mark on her neck, and her shiver was visible, as was the smolder in her eyes as she watched Martin. “People change, Dmitri.”

He took another drink of his wine, and its sweetness rushed down his throat. “You're right. They do.” For a couple of years after Dmitri ended their relationship, he'd held a strong connection to Katherine. He'd experienced it every time he saw her at visits for him to check in, though none of that existed now.

“All right,” Martin said, and sipped his red wine but kept a stern gaze on Dmitri. “Why did you request to see us so soon?”

Dmitri snorted softly at the challenge in his eyes. Hadn't the roles been reversed? That challenge once was in Dmitri's eyes as Martin proved himself. At the same time, Dmitri wondered how to put into words why he'd called for this visit, and discovered he was at a bit of a loss.

“Well, well, well,” Katherine mused. “The bachelor has finally fallen in love.”

Martin gave Dmitri a thump on his back. “Ah, so that's what this is all about.” He leaned back in his seat and grinned. “I take it you've come to say goodbye to my Katherine.”

Didn't that sum it up quite well? The matter of ending these visits was, in fact, between Dmitri and Katherine, not him and Martin. While Martin owned her, and Dmitri had released her to him, Martin needed only Dmitri's word that these meetings were over. Dmitri could've given that over the telephone. He and Katherine had history that needed the goodbye it deserved. With her now living in New York with Martin, Dmitri could only assume this would probably be the last time he saw Katherine.

“It's that time, yes.” He stood, hearing the forks and knives clanging against the plate at the table behind them, and he settled in next to Katherine. He looked at Martin. “May I touch her?”

Martin nodded.

Dmitri placed a finger under Katherine's chin, lifting her head, and stared into warm eyes. He inhaled the fragrance of roses she always wore; even if some things changed, some things never did. Then he went through the same questions he had asked her over the past four years, the questions that, after this moment, he'd never ask again. “Are you playing safe, Katherine?”

“Perfectly safe.”

Dmitri had known he'd been her safety net; it was scary for a submissive to enter such ownership, in which she'd lose her voice and choices. Katherine had never refused his visits, and she'd depended on him to help if she needed a way out. Now Dmitri ended that last strand of dependence. Presley deserved all of Dmitri's attention, and he'd give her nothing less. “Is Martin
treating you fairly?”

She smiled softly. “Of course, Dmitri.”

He paused, regarded her, and asked one final question. “Are you getting what you need from him?”

Tears filled her eyes. “He gives me more.”

Dmitri understood her show of emotion. While they hadn't been lovers in years, the bond between a Dom and a former sub remained special even if broken, and this was goodbye. “Be well, Katherine.”

Each second seemed like a minute long. Presley watched Steven finally lean away from her and start to close the truck's door. The world around her had slowed. Yet her thoughts raced. Thoughts of her family finding out about her BDSM lifestyle held heavy on her mind.

The old Presley would've had her seat belt on and listened to him in a second flat. She would've not only feared his threat but also been so ashamed at the thought of her parents finding out about her kinky sex that she would've overlooked what she wanted.

She wasn't that woman anymore. The type of woman who said nothing and did nothing, or the woman who allowed a man to make her believe she was somehow in the wrong. Her new lifestyle wasn't wrong, as he suggested. It was right, because it was what she needed.

Why was she allowing Steven to threaten her? Why did she care if they fought at her office? Hadn't she already decided to find a new job? Besides, he was the asshole in this equation. Her boss and fellow employees would have her back.

More so, why did she think her parents would believe him? First, they knew Steven had cheated on her. Second, since she'd always been a good girl, her parents would never believe such a tale of a dark and sensual lifestyle.

Now a slow but delicious strength slid through her veins, and just as Steven was about to close her door, she grabbed the handle and stopped him. “You're wrong. Everything you said, you're wrong, Steven.” She attempted to exit the truck, but Steven grabbed her shoulder and pinned her to the seat. Ripping herself away from his hold, she returned the glare that she hoped portrayed all of her hatred for him. “You have no right to tell me anything. You didn't give a shit about me when you thought with your cock and fucked another woman.”

Steven's eyes widened, and his face went beet red. “You say
cock
? Is that a word a lady uses? See, look what this has done to you. You've been corrupted. No wonder you wouldn't call me back; you're seriously mentally sick. Do you not see the person you've become?”

Perhaps the conversation was long overdue. Steven had crossed a bad line. Leaning forward, she got up in his face and poured all of her hatred for him, for what he'd done to her, for the pain he'd caused. “You never saw me for the person I was. That fault belongs to you. You were lucky to have me. I picked up my life and moved here to be with you,
for you
, and I gave you eight years of my life.”

His lips parted, and the vein on his head enlarged, but she wasn't nearly done. “You're a sad, pathetic excuse for a man, do you know
that
? Your affair wasn't about your need for more, or whatever stupid reason you told me, it's because you have an empty, dark soul, and that has nothing to do with me.”

Steven seethed with rage as he said through clenched teeth, “Regardless of that nonsense you just spat out, you're going home. Enough is fucking enough. I'm done talking about this.” He flicked the child lock on the door and tried to close it on her.

Presley pushed out with her other hand against his chest, trying to get him away from the door, but her struggles were useless. His physical strength overpowered her small frame. “Let me out!”

“No.” Gripping both of her arms, he used his size and muscles against her, shoving her into the seat. “I'm taking you home so you can return to your parents and be a normal person again—a normal person who doesn't go to fucking sex clubs!”

“No, I don't want this. I don't want to go home!” She raised her legs, kicked out, and connected with his knees. Oh, God, they weren't in private, someone had to hear her screaming at him. Why was no one coming to help?

Steven grunted from her hard hit. “That's it, Presley.” He reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. “I'm calling your—”

Then Steven wasn't blocking her way anymore.

Presley gasped, jumped out of the truck, and discovered that Dmitri had Steven pinned up against the truck by his throat. The blue tinge of Steven's face looked good on him, but she shook her head to refocus and said in a strong voice, “Dmitri, put him down.”

“No,” he growled. Dmitri had always been so calm, even when he'd punched Steven, and he'd always been in control. Now he wasn't.

Closing the distance between them, she placed her hand on his arm and felt hard tremors rocking him. “Let Steven go,” she said softly.

Dmitri never looked at her; in fact, he tightened his fingers around Steven's throat, deepening the blue in his face. “Dmitri,” she snapped. “Let go!”

Not a second later, he released a coughing Steven, then he turned to her with eyes blazing. “Remove him from my sight. I suggest you do it
now
.”

Presley reached for Dmitri's hand and tugged, forcing him to take a couple of steps back
to put distance between them and Steven. Then she turned to her ex-boyfriend. “Go home, Steven.”

“You're fucking stupid, Presley, to stay with him,” Steven wheezed.

Dmitri growled something fierce and took a step forward, but Presley pulled him back and gripped his hand with both of hers. “That's enough, for Christ's sake!” She huffed a frustrated breath, and to Steven, she said, “If you come near me again or contact my parents, I'll have you arrested.” She paused, considering his offenses. “I'll get a restraining order against you because you're harassing me. Do you want a criminal record?”

Steven's lips pursed as he rubbed his throat.

Turning to Dmitri, she said more softly, “Calm down. I'm right here, and I'm not hurt. Beating the hell out of him is only going to get
you
arrested.”

“While I like all of what just came out of your mouth and the way you delivered your message to this fucker—” Dmitri lifted an eyebrow; the hot flickers in his gaze hadn't dimmed. “Aidan is a lawyer. Kyler is a cop. They'll get me off.”

“Okay, you're probably right. They seem very efficient.” She squeezed his hand in hopes that he'd understand. “But I don't want this. I want Steven to go away. That's all I've ever wanted.”

Dmitri stared at her for a long moment before he exhaled. To Steven, he said, “If you come within a foot of her, you'll regret it.”

Steven glared at Presley, continued to rub at his neck, then finally snorted. “Fine, you want to fuck up your life and become some whore, go right ahead.”

Dmitri pulled against her hands, but Presley dug her heels into the ground to stop him. She was relieved when he obliged her. She was even happier when Steven strode around the front of his truck.

“Steven,” Dmitri called, and when Steven turned, he added, “I have power in Vegas. With that power comes a means to destroy lives. If you enjoy your life and your job, stay clear of Presley and her family.”

Steven paled, opened the door to his truck, jumped in, and with a squeal of his tires, drove off. Presley watched the truck hightail down the street as adrenaline rushed through her veins. Her hands trembled and her insides jumped, then, without any warning, a bubble of laughter rose from her throat.

Dmitri's eyebrow slowly arched. “I don't pretend to understand what you find amusing about this situation.”

She noticed how he looked at her, with no dominant fury now that Steven had left, and she couldn't fight off her smile. “That felt good. Telling him off like that. Really good.”

Dmitri blew out a loud breath, shaking his head at her. “Doll, I prefer to make you feel
good in other ways, which don't include seeing your ex-boyfriend trying to force you into his truck while you're screaming at him.” Wicked heat passed in the air between them as he grinned, full of arrogance, so classic Dmitri. “Like this way…” He closed the distance, then he sealed his mouth over hers in a kiss of pure possession. His lips were firm, his tongue thrusting roughly into her mouth. He didn't sweep her away with his kiss, but he issued a stern order that his lips belonged on her mouth.

She liked his way better, too.

He did make her feel good.

Really, really
good.

Only a minute after Master Dmitri left Presley standing in the foyer of the mansion, a loud squeal erupted around her. She saw Cora running toward her at full speed, her breasts jiggling as she made a beeline straight for her through the long hallway. Presley laughed, which turned into a yelp as Cora smashed her
very
naked body against her.

“Oh my God, I heard what Steven did today,” Cora exclaimed, squeezing her in a death hold. “What a prick.”

“Um…Cora.” Presley tried to peel herself away but was afraid to put her hands anywhere, merely holding them out straight. “You're naked. This is weird.”

Cora gasped, releasing her arms from around Presley, and stepped back. “Oops, I am, aren't I?” She glanced down at her breasts before she folded her arms to cover herself and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“Cora,” Master Aidan called. “Dungeon. Now.”

From Master Aidan's clipped tone, it became apparent that he wasn't overly pleased with her, maybe explaining why Cora was naked. Presley looked over Cora's shoulder, spotting Master Aidan, who frowned as he stood next to Master Dmitri and Master Kyler at the end of the hallway.

Cora snorted softly, dragging Presley's attention to her, and she rolled her eyes. “The grump has summoned me.” She leaned forward and kissed Presley's cheek. “I'm glad it all worked out today.” She turned and all but bounced her way to Master Aidan. “See ya down in the dungeon.”

Trying not to look at her friend's bare butt, Presley watched Master Dmitri leave his conversation with Master Kyler. His intense eyes, as always, were fixed directly on hers when he approached. As if he saw nothing else in the house or around him but her standing there and waiting for him.

Right now she saw only him. His height and impressive physique, the fluid, powerful way he walked, and the sexy curve of his mouth all made heat flicker through her veins. Dear God, this man was sexy, and her draw to him felt almost electric.

Master Dmitri reached her and he placed a finger under her chin, locking her into his stare. “I've put the dungeon under Master Kyler's care for the night. We're going to the bedroom. It's been a long day, and you must be tired.”

A flash of disappointment made her chest heavy, erasing the slow building of arousal.
“We're not going to play, sir?”

That smile turned devilish, and his eyed darkened. “Oh, we're going to play.” He brushed his lips across hers, then he dragged his mouth ever so slowly along her cheek to whisper in her ear, “Just not in the dungeon, Presley.”

She shivered under the force of what those words meant. There could be only one reason he wanted to play in the bedroom. “Sir…” At the arch of his brow, she added, “Speaking of that, I've been thinking about my soft limit.”

His mouth twitched, as if he were unsurprised. “Have you?”

She nodded, hating how her cheeks still warmed, especially because he gave her that sexy grin to indicate that he noticed. Not to lose her bravery, since she knew deep down she wanted this but fears and nerves had stopped her, she blurted out, “I want to have sex in the dungeon.”

“Of course you want that, doll.” With the playful twinkle in his eye, he skimmed his knuckles up the front of her neck. “I'm pleased you're allowing yourself to grow, Presley.” He lowered his hand, gave her a hard look, and firmed his voice. “We can discuss the removal of your soft limit tomorrow. For tonight, it's
my
choice to play in the bedroom. Understand?”

Her breath caught at the sheer power she found staring intently at her, and she managed, “Yes, sir.”

“Very good, doll.” He gathered her hand in his, and in complete silence, he made quick work in leading her upstairs.

Once she followed him into his bedroom, he tugged her over to the red chaise by the fireplace, and his dark gaze pinned her to the spot. The primal look in his eyes declared the wait to indulge in her body had ceased, and she wanted him to take her.

A slow smile reached his face as his eyes searched hers, then he did a full sweep of her body. When he looked into her eyes again, she squirmed under the passion in their depths. The playfulness she had spotted was replaced by his stern look. “Wait for me right there, love.”

She did as she was told and stood in place while he entered the closet, only to return a moment later holding a gorgeous diamond necklace. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she couldn't take her eyes off his hand. He drew closer and she got a better look at the necklace, realizing it held sapphires, too. A vanilla person would see a beautiful choker. Presley knew from what she'd read in her erotic novels that to the members of Club Sin, this necklace was a show of ownership.

“I had an appointment with a jeweler this afternoon,” he murmured.

The light in the room sparkled off the diamonds, but she forced herself to look at Master Dmitri as he continued. “You're an easy woman to shop for, doll. I saw this necklace, and it had you written all over it.”

He was right; she absolutely loved it. “It's so beautiful, sir.”

“I'm glad you think so, love.” He settled in front of her, and her breath became trapped in her throat as he caressed her neck, causing a thud of passion to thump low in her belly. “Do you know what it means to be collared?”

Liquid warmth slid through her veins. “Yes, sir.”

“You understand then that this collar brands you as my submissive?” When she nodded and tears filled her eyes, he softened his voice. “Now, I want my expectations to be clear.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Considering you have a bad habit of thinking for me.”

She laughed with him, tears falling down her face, as he settled his eyes in line with hers. “I think we've come to the point where you understand when I expect submission from you and what is expected of you.” He arched a brow. “My voice, my look, you are aware, yes?” At her nod and shiver, she received another low chuckle. “I don't want a twenty-four/seven submissive. The dungeon and bedroom only for servitude, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very nice.” He stared at her with a fixed gaze, reaching down into her soul and bringing more tears with it. “I want you to know that you were right—I do need someone to take care of me, too.” He cupped her face and leaned in, enveloping her in his woodsy, masculine scent. “You do that just by being you and caring for me in the way you do.” He smiled gently and brushed the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. “I need that, Presley, as much as you do, even if I didn't realize it.”

She sniffed, controlling her tears. “I'm happy you do, sir.”

His voice became rougher, and his eyes filled with fierce emotion. “Together, we're better, aren't we?”

So simply said but not simple in its meaning. That one line said it all. She needed him. He needed her. “Yes, sir.”

He leaned away, and as she stared at him, a shift appeared in his features. She knew his Dom look well now. His demand for submission was in the hard set of his mouth, the dark sensual look in his eyes, and the firm set of his shoulders. The warmth in his face shifted to pure possession, causing her to tingle from head to toe.

“To your knees.”

As the command slid over her in a wicked heat, Presley slid down, and her knees pressed against the soft carpet beneath her. Master Dmitri stepped in behind her, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and asked, “Whom do you have to please, Presley?”

“You, sir.”

He placed the necklace over her head, wrapping it around the front of her neck. “Whom will you disappoint if you fail?”

“You, sir.”

“Yes, Presley, this isn't about you being a Club Sin submissive anymore. You are
my
submissive.” The collar tugged against her neck as he clasped it. “Who will always protect you?”

The heavy weight of the necklace around her throat felt so similar to the touches he'd been using there that she shivered. As if, subconsciously, he'd known his collar would go there; she believed she'd known it all along, too. “You, sir.”

“That's exactly right, doll.” He strode in front of her, cupped her chin, and captured her gaze. “Who will always love you?”

She blinked, not quite expecting to hear that admission so soon. “Sir, are you saying you've fallen in love with me?”

He hesitated, then his voice softened to a low rumble. “Doll, I fell in love with you the moment you walked into my office.” Leaning down to her face, he stared at her dead-on, and his eyes positively glowed. “I claimed you as my submissive the moment you called me Master.”

A flood of tears rushed down her cheeks, then he sealed his mouth over hers. She sensed in each brush against her mouth an equal happiness coursing through his soul. He broke the kiss, he continued to clasp her face and leaned his forehead against hers. His whisper of “Mine” slid into her heart, and she echoed the acknowledgment by whispering, “Yours.”

Without another word, his hands left her face, then he strode toward the chaise. He sat down, rested his forearms on his knees, and zeroed in on her with that stare that had claimed her soul. “Stand, turn around, and remove your clothes.”

Presley stood slowly and spun on her heels, and the sleigh bed filled her vision.

As sexily as possible, she bent to give him a view of her bottom, removing her socks. She dropped her scrubs, tossing her shirt and pants on the floor next to her. Looping her thumbs into the sides of her lace panties, she bent again at the waist. To entice him, she pulled the panties below her cheeks and gave a little wiggle.

“Don't move.”

She inhaled sharply, as she hadn't heard his approach, and his rich intoxicating scent engulfed her. “Place your hands on your thighs.” Once she complied, he used the flat of his hand and rubbed the round part of her bottom. “You're very beautiful, doll.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Slap
.

The smack jarred her into full awareness of her body, bringing forth a devilish heat between her thighs. Her blood turned wicked hot, and the heat on her bottom simmered through her veins.

“It's not wise to tease a Dom with a fine ass,” he murmured, continuing to rub her backside in a slow swirl. “Naughty girl, Presley.”

Slap
.

Her bottom flamed hotter, and flames rushed into her sex, moistening her to an uncomfortable level. “Yes, sir.”

Slap
.

His force had intensified, yet it was more of a thud than a sensation that stung. Each thump against her cheek sent a zing soaring straight to her clit and warmth pooling low in her belly. She tightened her hands around her thighs, fighting to remain in one place and not grind herself against him in a demand for more.

Slap
.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, and her knees buckled.

Slap
.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she climbed higher.

Slap
.

Every nerve awakened.

Slap
.

Her thoughts became hazy.

Slap
.

Her clit throbbed, and she ached in desperation.

Slap
.

“Now, that's the way an ass should look.”
Slap. Slap. Slap
. “Lovely.”

Rubbing at her scorching flesh, Presley murmured a thank-you, then he returned to the chaise. She stayed in position, awaiting his instructions, her arousal burning wicked. Only a moment later, his deep, ravenous voice drifted over her. “Stand now. Remove your panties.”

Presley rose, sighing and stretching out her muscles, but the blood that had rushed between her thighs remained, as did the intense ache. With a tremble in her hands, she removed her panties then tossed them aside.

Master Dmitri tsked. Presley tensed. He hesitated. “Crawl over and bring them to me.”

She sank down to all fours and glanced to her left, discovering her panties on the floor a foot away. Doing her best to be a seductive kitten, she crawled her way to the panties and reached for them.

“No, Presley,” he murmured. “With your teeth.”

She grinned, spread her legs, and arched her back, loving his answering deep groan. After she drew the side of the strap between her teeth, she turned then fumbled. She quickly righted herself and crawled toward him.

She hadn't realized he had removed his shirt, and her mouth went dry. His smooth tanned skin encased a body of hard muscles, squared pectorals leading down to a six-pack, all of which sent a heady pulse into her clit.

Once in front of him, she settled into kneeling position, widened her knees to show herself off, and angled her back to push out her breasts. She raised her head and offered him the panties in her mouth.

His eyes flared in both arousal and approval. “These are mine, Presley.” He took the panties in his left hand, and with his right, he trailed his finger over her collar. “You always offer them to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dropping her underwear next to him on the chaise, he never looked away from her, and with a downward jerk of his chin, he gestured to his pants. “Remove them.”

She unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down the zipper, and he lifted his hips to assist her. In quick time, his pants and boxer briefs were kicked off, and his erection sprang free.

His eyebrows arched as he motioned to his beautiful cock, and she didn't need a further order. She reached for him, but he tsked again and shook his head. “Lock your hands behind your back.”

She clasped her wrists behind her, and Master Dmitri fisted his cock, angling his erection out to her. She leaned forward, and his musk overwhelmed her with desire as she swirled her tongue around the rim, savoring the salty liquid on the tip.

“Lick up and down, Presley,” he murmured.

Following his demand, she slid her tongue down to meet his fist, then ran it all the way up his shaft. There, she played with different pressures, flicks of her tongue, all to entice him, and he threw his head back on a low grunt. He looked at her again, and growled, “Open your mouth.”