Club Shadowlands

Chapter Seven

Zachary’s balls thudded against the little sub’s buttocks, a tiny enjoyable jolt, as he sheathed himself to the hilt. She was slick and hot and tight around him. From her body and mind, he could sense her discomfort at his size, and he stopped to give her time to adjust. Her full breasts brushed against his chest, and he leaned down to nibble on one. He doubted he’d ever get his fill of her breasts.

Her pussy contracted around him as he sucked on one succulent nipple then the other, playing with each until he could feel her body responding, wanting more.

He gave her more. Her hips were tilted forward, and he adjusted his movements so each stroke, each exquisite slide into her body, brushed against her clit. Within a minute, she was trembling under him; another minute and she moaned, low and deep, her green eyes blind with passion.

She had so much passion that she’d kept hidden away, and the pleasure of bringing it forth was heady. Ah, but she had more to give. He continued pumping, hard and controlled. With one hand, he released her arms from the bonds. Satisfaction filled him when she grabbed him like a drowning swimmer.

She slid her hands over his back, then her fingers dug into his biceps as he increased the pace and force of his thrusts.

Her breathing was fast and shallow, broken with tiny whimpers, the pleasing sounds of submission. She was very close. He reached down and slid a finger up and over her clit.

Her scream filled the room as her snug pussy spasmed around him.

He let himself go and each intensely satisfying jerk from his cock set her off again and again. Finally spent, he laid his forehead against hers, a little shocked at how overpowering his release had been.

After sucking in a deep breath, he pushed himself up. She didn’t move. Her heart was pounding so hard that her breasts shook with each beat. He released her knees, chuckled as her legs slid down, the muscles gone limp.

Rolling to the side, he stayed inside her, savoring the small twitches of her pussy around him. He snuggled her closer, soft and fragrant in his arms. Affection and something more filled him. He couldn’t think of when he’d enjoyed sex more or when he’d been so attracted to a woman.

When her breathing slowed, when he could feel her emotions begin to swirl around in her mind, he asked softly, “What did you think of being tied, being opened for my pleasure?”

Her shock at his question, that he would speak of such things, made him hide his grin in her hair. That innocence was such a contrast to her sharp mind, just as her modesty hid the fiery passion beneath. The mixture enchanted him.

“I…hmmm. It’s very unusual.”

“When was the last time you came screaming?” he whispered.

Jessica gulped. His hand had been stroking her breast gently, like he enjoyed the feel of her skin, and she’d felt well cherished until he asked those questions. Did he actually expect her emotions to be as open to him as her body had just been? She buried her face against his chest rather than answer.

He pinched her nipple, a tiny pain, and her breath caught.

“Answer me, Jessica.” His voice had chilled, and when she peeked up, his brows were together.

“Never, okay?” she muttered, annoyed with him in return. Her orgasms were her business, not his.

“When we come together like this, you will have no secrets from me,” he said, not releasing his gaze. “You will not hide your body or your mind.”

She shivered, feeling more exposed than when her butt had been in the air for all to see. His hand ran down her cheek, her neck. “You found being tied down a little scary, a lot exciting, yes?”

Eyes averted, she nodded. Why did he ask if he knew the answers?

He watched her for a moment, silently, long enough that she began to worry. Was he planning something else? What else could he do? She shivered as her mind conjured up horrifying…lewd…tantalizing images.

“And now you’re beginning to wonder what else can happen in this room. In this house.” His eyes held a wicked light. His mouth curved in satisfaction as her muscles tightened in apprehension and hunger.

“First, let me clean up a little,” he said, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Chilled without him, she sat up, wrapping her arms around herself. Her body was well satisfied, but her emotions… She felt very confused. She had gotten what she wanted, right?

But was her response because of him and how good he was in bed? Or because she’d been tied up? How could she come to terms with her own behavior? That she’d actually let him bind her, and that she’d loved it?

Really, she should go home now, she thought miserably even as she longed to curl back into his arms.

When he came out, he shook his head. “Little sub, you’re thinking and worrying again. Time to put you to work.”

Work? Scrub the bathroom or -

“Kneel.”

She blinked, saw the beginning of a frown on his face, and scrambled off the bed. Even as she dropped to her knees, her mind protested. She was a smart woman, a businesswoman. Surely this wasn’t a position she should be in.

Her body didn’t agree. She could feel her heart speeding up, her skin becoming more sensitive. Every little fiber on the plush shag rug seemed to caress her legs.

“Very nice.” He stood in front of her, stroked her hair. “Take me in your mouth and suck me.”

Her mouth dropped open. “But -”

“What do you say?”

He was only half-erect. “Um. Yes, Sir.”

He set one finger under her chin, lifted her face. “Have you not done this before, kitten?”

“Twice. I wasn’t very good at it,” she admitted glumly. Her last boyfriend had been scathing in his comments over her performance with oral sex. Heck, at any type of sex.

Master Z’s eyes crinkled. “Why don’t you take that warm, soft mouth and put it around my cock. You start, and I’ll instruct you as needed.”

He liked her mouth. That was enough encouragement for her to grasp him in her fingers. His cock was soft; the head was velvety smooth as she closed her lips around it.

To her delight, he hummed in appreciation. Gently, she moved her mouth over his shaft, feeling him stiffen, elongate. The loose skin tightened around the hardness beneath, and she took her mouth away to stare. Earlier, she’d felt like he’d entered her with something huge; he had.

Chuckling, he stroked her hair again. “Continue, kitten.”

At least she’d pleased him enough to get him hard. That was something, right? She slid her lips up and down, wetting him with her mouth.

“Use your tongue,” he murmured. “Pretend it’s my tongue on your clit. The only difference is in size.”

Oooh, she remembered how his mouth had felt on her, how his ravening tongue had licked over her, around… The memory made her wet, made her clit throb. With growing understanding, she tongued the underside of his cock, toyed with the thick veins, then swirled around the head. Taking him fully into her mouth again, she sucked lightly the way he’d sucked on her clit.

His hand tightened in her hair. “Ahhh, that’s perfect, Jessica. Now use your hands too.”

Hands? Holding his dick with one hand, she pulled her head back and glanced up at him. He moved his legs apart, and his balls swayed, attracting her attention. She’d always wanted to touch a man there, to see what they felt like. With her free hand, she slipped her palm under one, lifting, letting her fingers caress it. So heavy and soft. But she could tell somehow, that although he enjoyed this, she wasn’t driving him crazy like he’d done to her.

She really wanted to get him off.

Returning her attention to his cock, she licked her way back up, then grasped him with both hands at the thick base. She squeezed gently and muscles tightened in his legs. Yes! She took him in her mouth again, sliding him in and out, sliding her hands up and down in counterpoint. He grew harder, thicker, and her satisfaction was heady, almost as heady as the need growing between her legs, the desire to have him inside her there.

Her eager mouth was going to be the death of him. Hot and moist. Her awkward movements only made it worse, keeping his attention fully on her and what she was doing. When the urge to pound into her grew overwhelming, he set his hands on her shoulders. “You are very good at this and only going to get better. But I’m not finished taking you yet. On the bed, pet.”

She gave him a final swipe with her tongue, glinted a happy smile up at him, and crawled onto the bed. Ah, the princess felt more in control now. He was delighted that her comfort level had increased.

Still, taking her in a mundane fashion wouldn’t serve her well. She was a strong woman whose deepest responses apparently came when she was most vulnerable.

The armoire yielded Velcro straps and rope and another condom. He covered himself quickly. As he walked back to the bed with the restraints, he saw trepidation grow in her eyes. He could feel the hint of uncertainty in her mind. She sat with her legs tightly closed; her quickening breath jostled her breasts.

“Give me your wrists,” he murmured, and waited patiently through her hesitation. He treasured the way she set her wrists into his grasp. Her trust in him had grown. “Good girl.”

After smoothing the Velcro bindings around her wrists, he clipped them together and then slid a rope through the links. Picking her up, he turned her and set her onto her hands and knees. “Don’t move, pet,” he cautioned, caressing her breast. Her heart thudded under his fingers, the speed increasing nicely.

There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses. But he could feel her increasing arousal overcoming her apprehension.

He paused for a moment to stroke her hair. It was long enough to wrap around his hand, bringing other diversions to mind. The silky strands were a mixture of gold colors, slipping over her fair skin as he pushed them over one bare shoulder. He nibbled her nape, pleased to see goose bumps appear on her arms. Her body was sensitized, waiting for anything he would do.

After wrapping a wide strap around her right knee, he slipped her bound hands out from under her, leaving her balanced on one shoulder, her head turned to the side. Smiling, he tied her hands to the knee strap.

Her ass was up in the air, displaying her assets nicely. Perhaps someday they’d explore that perky little asshole. For now, he fingered the little dimples beside her spine before setting his hands on pretty cheeks that were still a little swollen from the paddling.

A shiver ran through her body.

Head down, butt in the air, unable to move.

Does this seem rather familiar? she wondered unhappily. Her hands were between her legs, tied to the inside of her right knee. She pulled at the restraints with no success, and the inability to move sent an unexpected tremor of need slicing through her. Apprehension made her heart pound in her chest as she tried to see what he was doing, what he planned. Her skin, even her core, tensed, waiting for his touch.

And then his hands closed on her bottom, and she gasped and shivered. He massaged and stroked her still-tender buttocks, where pain lingered. She shook at the feel of his fingers, the slight pain and excitement rolling together, wetting her between her legs. And she wanted more.

While one hand teased her butt, his other wakened her pussy, sliding into her juices. He ran a gentle finger through her folds and up to play with her sensitive clit. She tried to wiggle, and his hand on her butt clamped down, held her in place. “Don’t move, little one.”

His finger slid across her pussy, firmly, then teasing flicks, and she could feel her clit swelling.

“Your sweet little clit is just like my cock,” he murmured. “Soft until stroked, and now feel how it grows harder. Bigger.”

The merciless touching continued until she throbbed with the need for more. When his hand moved away, she moaned.

“I don’t want to neglect this area.” His sure fingers touched outside her opening then speared through the swollen inner labia into her slickness. She struggled for breath as the sensations spread from just her clit to her whole core. Everywhere he touched grew sensitive and burned with need.

She tightened around his fingers desperately, trying to hold him in as he slid his fingers in and out.

“More,” she rasped.

He stopped, removed his hands from her.

Her whole pussy pulsed painfully and she whimpered.

“What do you call me?” he asked patiently.

“Sir. Sir, please touch me.”

“Better.” Suddenly his mouth was there, where his fingers had been. His slick, hot tongue flicked over her clit, teased her slit with swirling motions that set her to shuddering.

She panted, so close, so close, and then he moved away again, and she groaned, her hands closing into fists.

He chuckled then drove his cock deep into her in one hard surge.

She screamed as her world splintered around her, as she spasmed around his thickness, shuddering so hard her legs weakened. His hands held her in place, gripping her hips and keeping her pinned against him.

He felt even bigger in this position than the other, and now she squirmed, trying to escape. It felt like his cock had filled her completely, was up against her cervix, and she whimpered again, discomfort and desire mingling inside her.

“Shhh, just wait, little one, just wait,” he murmured. When he bent over her, his cock shifted inside, driving another gasp from her. He set one muscular arm beside her shoulder to hold himself up, and his other hand played with her breasts. He rolled her nipples gently between his callused fingers until her breasts were tight and swollen, sending carnal messages to her groin.

Her hips wiggled slightly as her pussy shivered around his cock, adjusting to his size. He began to move, each slide in and out making her gasp and then moan as sensations started piling up like mountains on top of mountains. His hand was on her breast, his lips on her back. His cock inside her was big and thick. It sank between her sensitive folds so deep that his balls slapped against her pussy and sent tiny shocks through her.

Slow at first, he increased his speed from a sensuous slide to a hard, forceful pumping. She couldn’t move; her hands were still restrained, and she could only take his assault. The feeling of helplessness ran through her, heightening every sensation. Her legs quivered uncontrollably; her whole body shuddered as each merciless thrust sent stabs of pleasure pouring through her body. She was so close again. Her pussy tightened around him, her hands closing into fists.

And then his fingers left her breast, and suddenly he was stroking her clit. With every thrust of his cock into her body, his finger pulsed across her tender clit, over and over.

She screamed as she came harder than before, great spasms inside shaking her like a hurricane, fire streaming through her all the way to her fingertips.

He pulled back, gripping her hips and driving into her as her womb convulsed around him.

“Kitten, you could be the death of me,” he growled, and then she could feel his cock jolt as he came hard inside of her. “Thank you, little sub.” He nuzzled her neck, her shoulder, before pulling gently out of her. She whined like a puppy from the shocking emptiness.

He disappeared for a second to dispose of the condom.

Eyes closed, she didn’t see him, just felt his hands as he rolled her onto her side and released her restraints.

“Come here, little one,” he murmured, and pulled her on top of him like a limp blanket. He took her lips in a tender kiss then settled her head into the hollow of his shoulder, and she found nothing in her to resist. His chest was damp with sweat, slick under her cheek, salty on her tongue when she gave it a lick.

Through the muscles covering his chest, she could hear his heart beating in a steady rhythm, nothing like her racing pulse.

His hands stroked her back with shocking gentleness after he’d taken her so hard. Her body felt abused, quivery. Wonderful.

Inside her head, she felt the same way. What was happening to her, that a man could treat her like this and she got off on it? Got so off on it that she’d screamed and lost control completely.

She was always in control, dammit; she was an accountant.

“Being in control in bed isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially for a woman,” he murmured.

She stiffened a little. He really did read minds, didn’t he?

“Seems like the world expects you to have to do everything these days: care for yourselves, your families, your children, your jobs… Who takes care of you, Jessica?”

I do, she thought. Just me. But being tied up couldn’t be considered being taken care of, could it? She frowned, remembering his knowledgeable hands, the way he watched her so closely, how he seemed to know exactly how to push her limits. Was that not being taken care of?

She managed to lift her head up to look at him, only to find his dark eyes studying her. And then he tangled his hands in her hair – just like that Dom on the dance floor had done to his sub – and took her mouth so sweetly, so thoroughly, it was as if she’d never been kissed before.

She was a snuggly one, he thought, listening to her mind fade away and sleep take her. She was draped across him like the softest of teddy bears, her breasts cushioned against his chest, her hips a graceful mound in the low light.

Snuggly and a screamer. Her shock at discovering how far passion could take her had been delightful, and he wanted to hear her low moans, little whimpers, and heady screams again and again. He stroked her hair, soft and silky with a little curl at the ends. Her fragrance surrounded him, a light mixture of vanilla and woman; she’d tasted like peaches on his tongue. He’d never been quite so content just to lie still and savor the afterglow.

The contentment dimmed at the thought that this might be all the time he had with her. She wouldn’t be quite so complacent about what had happened here tonight once she returned to her own world.

Her world? He hadn’t discovered much about her. What did she do for a living? She wasn’t married or involved with someone; she had more integrity than that. Her essential honesty drew him like a moth to a bright light.

In fact, he’d found no one in a long time whose thoughts and emotions had been so engaging. Soothing. Most people were a jumble of raucous feelings, but her mind processed thoughts and feelings in a linear fashion, this emotion, then this one, each clean and simple.

Yet she was intriguing, a puzzle. The easy friendliness she showed to those around her was a decided contrast to her controlled, conservative manner. He wanted to know more.

She roused all too soon, sitting up from him and shaking her silky hair back. If she was on top when he took her, all that hair would rain down on his chest. The thought was tempting. But no, he needed to show some restraint.

He tucked a hand under his head, watching her. She was so graceful and round, and her breasts swayed gently, tantalizingly. He couldn’t resist and ran his knuckles along the undersides, circled her nipples with one finger, enjoying the puckering.

“I think… Is it getting close to morning?” Her voice was husky, a little rough, and he smiled, remembering how she’d panted as her climax neared. How she’d screamed.

“It’s past dawn, yes.”

“I need to… I’m sure it’s time to go.”

Ah, reality had indeed arrived.

Someone had actually washed and dried her clothing. How many people did Sir have working here?

Being back in her conservative blouse and slacks seemed to make the evening less real. The club room was quiet now with no music, no people remaining except the bartender.

He nodded at Sir and smiled at her. A nice smile, but she still flushed, knowing what she must look like. Her lips were swollen, her face beard-scratched, her hair tangled. She must look rather well used.

After a moment, she smiled back. Well satisfied.

Master Z, with one arm firmly around her, glanced around the bar. “Everyone gone?”

“Yes, sir,” Cullen replied. “I’ll be done cleaning up in about fifteen minutes.”

“How late is it?” Jessica asked.

“Not late, pet.” The bartender chuckled. “Early. It’s almost eight o’clock in the morning.”

She blinked. “I definitely need to get going.”

“Of course,” Master Z murmured.

Odd how she almost had wanted him to protest. “May I use your phone?”

“No need. I had a tow truck called. And your ride should be here.”

After the dim bar, the bright morning light shocked her eyes. In the lingering winds from the storm, low clouds scudded across the deep blue sky. The palm trees lining the long drive swayed while fronds and debris skidded along the blacktop. The air was clear with a salty lash from the nearby gulf, and Jessica inhaled a deep breath before turning to Master Z.

What was the protocol for saying good-bye to someone who’d tied you up? Who’d made you scream as you orgasmed? “Um.”

His eyes danced with humor at her awkwardness. Damn him, he was as cool and impeccable as at the beginning of the night. Only the rougher beard growth marred his sleek appearance. He looked like a dangerous pirate dressed for an evening out in London.

She knew damn well she didn’t look as good.

“Thank you for rescuing me last night,” she said. “And for… Well…” She flushed.

One eyebrow rose and he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to her palm. “For baring your ass and paddling it?” he asked. “For tying you down and enjoying your body and making you come over and over?”

From the searing heat in her cheeks, she knew she’d flushed. Even more disconcerting, her body responded to his words, moistening as warmth pooled in her core. God, she wanted him again.

And he knew, dammit. “It was my pleasure, little one.”

He laced his fingers into her hair and took her mouth, his kiss long and lingering with a new hint of tenderness. She sighed when he pulled back.

“Are you going to give me your phone number?” he asked gently, studying her, his eyes steel gray in the morning sun.

“It’s -” She stopped. Did she want to continue this? Be the sort of person who did stuff like this? The night was over, and in the light of day, somehow she wasn’t comfortable with the idea, even though, just gazing at Master Z, she wanted to drag him back into that little room. And do more…stuff. “I -”

His smile was faint. “I understand. Perhaps it is good you have time to think. I fear you had a rather abrupt introduction to the lifestyle.”

Guilt crawled through her at the darkening of his gaze, almost as if she’d hurt him, but surely not. Ben said he had women everywhere, all he wanted. “I don’t…” She trailed off, unsure what there was to say.

“I hope you come back, Jessica,” he murmured. “You will always be welcome here.” He brushed a kiss across her cheek, then turned and reentered the house, making her think of a king entering his castle.

Leaving her with a sense of loss deep in her stomach.

Okay. Get it together. She turned, searching for the tow truck and saw only a limousine in the driveway. Where -”

“Miss Jessica?” The uniformed chauffeur stood beside the car.

A limo for her? All the way back to Tampa? Was Sir crazy? She glanced back at the front door, thought about protesting. She knew she wouldn’t win, and she didn’t really want to. “I’m Jessica.”