Midnight Danger (Midnight Dynasty Book 2)

by CR Robertson

When my hands reached the front of his belt, Xavier stepped back. His eyes were dark with desire and his thumb swiped over his bottom lip as he studied me.

  “Take the dress off and leave everything else on.” His voice held a command I’d never heard before.

  I slowly turned to present my back to him, to allow him to pull the zip down. His finger trailed down my spine when he finished. All I wore under my dress were red lace panties and stockings.

  My dress pooled around my feet.

  I didn’t bother to take my shoes off because I knew Xavier loved them dug into him during sex.

  I turned to face him, slowly sinking to my knees. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, eyes never leaving mine. He owned this place, and it was filled with women trained in the art of seduction. All I had to work on was my knowledge of his reactions.

  He watched me with predator precision as I unzipped his trousers and released his hard length. Those hooded eyes closed for a few seconds when I took him deep, my hand slowly pumping his base. He groaned huskily and I felt it vibrate into my mouth, my tongue swirled around the head of his cock before I traced the vein with the tip of my tongue.

  Xavier’s hand wrapped in my hair to tug my head back. “You keep going and I’m gonna come.”

  The tip of my tongue peeked up to lick his tip, making him groan again.

  His fingers under my chin commanded me to stand.

  Cuffs with leather wrist supports hung from a wooden beam in the centre of the room. Xavier lifted my arms above my head and slipped my hands through them before tightening them. He prowled behind me, his strong hands widening my legs before he clamped my ankles into position.

  He reappeared in front of me, his fingers gripping my chin to force me to look up at him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  He was the only man who ever made me feel beautiful. The only one with the power to destroy me because he held my heart in the palm of his hand. I stared at him helplessly lost in those deep blue eyes. They were as changeable as a storm and revealed his every emotion when he was alone with me. In business they were cold and frozen, never letting anyone beyond his mask.

  His hands traced over my shoulders and down my back, finally resting under my ass. “All this belongs to me.” His tone made heat build in my stomach. My mouth fell open as those magical hands found my breasts, his thumbs flicking my sensitive nipples.

  “I want to try…” I couldn’t find the words for my desires.

  “What, baby?” His lips ghosted over mine, coaxing me to speak.

  “I want you to show me how it feels, what that woman experienced.”

  His lips twitched. “You want to submit to me?”

  I’ve given him everything I had, revealed every secret I’d ever hidden, and broken every rule I’d written to keep my heart safe.

  “Zee,” I whimpered.

  He watched me with the confidence of a predator who stood over his willing prey, a man certain that the woman before him belonged solely to him. Slowly, he removed his jacket and hung it beside the door. He unbuttoned his shirt, loosening the cufflinks to tug it from his muscled chest. His trousers were still loose with his hardened cock hanging out.

  He tucked himself away from my prying eyes and wandered to a unit on the far wall. When the doors opened, I saw implements hanging inside, ready for use. Xavier selected a riding crop with a long handle and a flat leather end.

  Standing in front of me, his finger trailed down the side of my face. “You sure about this?”

  I peered up at him. “This is your world. I’m part of that now and need to find my place in it.”

  The cool leather moved across my skin in a gentle lover’s caress, slipping under the curve of my breast in exploration. My mouth fell open and my eyes fluttered closed. I lost myself to the sensation of the leather sliding over my sensitive nerve endings. It trailed down my spine, tracing every vertebra on its path of seduction.

  Xavier never touched me, merely allowed my flesh to become accustomed to the crop. He stepped up close behind me, his breath fanning my ear. “Ready?”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Take a deep breath and let it go as the leather kisses you. I’ll count for you this time so you know when to expect it. One.”

  I didn’t take a breath, shock making my lungs freeze. The crop struck my ass, and my body stiffened. It wasn’t painful in the way I expected, but neither did it have me writhing in ecstasy the way that woman had. Did they fake it down here in the subs layer?

  Xavier’s strong hand caressed over my flesh, kneading my ass. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He pressed kisses from my neck down my spine, his hands skimming along my sides. His tongue flicked over where the flesh on my ass burned.

  He stood, his fingers light on my waist. “Ready?”

  I nodded because I couldn’t find any words.

  “Two.”

  This time I’d already filled my lungs, the breath hissing out when the crop connected. It alleviated the shock of the sting. His hand was automatically there on my ass, smoothing over the injury. Both cheeks now burned from the crop, and both my face and ass cheeks heated.

  “When you’re used to it, the crop can be used on your pussy and nipples to create a delicious friction.” His deep voice and the image in my head made my stomach tighten and the flesh at the apex of my thighs pulse with longing. I wanted to be that woman for him, the one who fulfilled all his fantasises.

  He swatted my nipples gently, but it gave me a sneak peek into what to expect and Xavier had taught me to love nipple stimulation. Before him, I’d hated when guys sucked and sucked as if they were searching for milk. I arched my back to present my breasts. He caressed then with his hands, flicking my nipples with the tip of his tongue. I moaned in protest when he moved away.

  He moved behind me again, the softness of his fingers trailing on my skin making me hyperaware. The alternation between soft and hard left me trembling, butterflies beating against my stomach.

  “Three.” He struck my right ass again. This time it didn’t sting in the same way.

  “Four.” The burn flared on my left ass.

  Every time he massaged the flesh, his fingers dipped between my legs to find my clit and circle his fingers over it. I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder. His lips found mine, one hand splayed protectively over my stomach. I’d feared pregnancy, but Xavier took it in stride, allowing me to be excited instead of afraid.

  “Five.” The heat started to give way to a different sensation.

  “Six.” There was no pain as my ass began to accept the strikes.

  “Seven.” My back arched.

  “Eight.” I leaned forward in the arm supports so that my ass was fully presented.

  “Nine.” To my surprise, I had actually begun to anticipate the strike, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.

  “Ten.” I slumped forward, letting him soothe my heated flesh.

  The crop clattering to the floor was the only warning I had before he ripped my lace panties and surged in deep with one powerful movement. His teeth bit into my shoulder as he thrust up again, forcing me onto my tiptoes. Over and over, he ignited me with his touch, every stroke stoking that fire. He’d been right, the heat in my pelvis made everything more intense, more powerful as he pushed us ever higher.

  My fingertips gripped the leather wrist clamps as I desperately tried to cling onto something. I was floating off without any gravity to ground me, my body shaking with every thrust. My legs wobbled as my knees began to tremble.

  Xavier didn’t coax my reaction, he destroyed me until there was nothing left but raw emotion and sensation. He hauled down my defences until I was bare and exposed.

  His fingers dug into my hips to allow him to push into me fully. The angle and our location made it intense, the friction driving me insane with lust. Xavier held me even as I fractured apart from the inside out. My womb exploded into an orgasm that rippled out through my limbs, infecting every muscle and nerve ending on
its scorching path of devastation.

  Xavier lasted a few strokes longer than me, but my body milked him hard, my breathing ragged.

  “Fuck, baby,” he muttered against my ear, his damp forehead resting on my shoulder.

  My ass throbbed with heat, my legs wobbled, and my core continued to contract around his length lodged deep inside me. I never expected to enjoy something like this, imagining The Twilight Rooms to be about my hands tied to the bed. There were a lot of scary-looking implements in that cupboard. Add that to the furniture I saw in the other rooms, and I’d wandered into a world I knew little about.

  Xavier clung to me as if I was a lifeline, while I leaned back into his strength because the only place I belonged was in his arms.

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  Chapter Thirteen

  Xavier

  Over the years, I’d been involved in some serious kink. The kind that left your balls bruised for a week and your dick flying the white flag of surrender. Tying Cassandra to a beam and spanking her was nothing in comparison, yet I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard.

  I couldn’t move, my knees locked into position as I held onto Cassandra. Breathing hurt my lungs as I tried to drag a ragged breath in.

  The image of her bound before me was engrained in my mind, it would always be there. Cassandra was a proud woman, and the fact she ran from me showed the world she didn’t give a fuck about who I was or what I was worth. That woman had willingly allowed herself to be bound before me and submitted to me spanking her. A lot of people thought they could do that after the Fifty Shades revolution, but the reality was not that many could endure it, wiggling and screaming. Cassandra had taken it all without a complaint or even an utterance of pain.

  “Fuck, baby.” I tugged her closer to me, needing her strength right now because I was completely drained emotionally and physically.

  Her muscles continued to spasm around me, her orgasm still rippling through her. Some of the rooms had cameras for willing participants to video themselves. Unfortunately, this wasn’t one of them, because I would have loved to have seen her face as I struck her and again when she came apart at the end.

  Gathering what little energy I had left, I pulled out of her still quivering core and tucked myself back into my trousers, zipping them up. My cum trickled down her leg and my dick twitched at the sight. The fucker should be down for the count right now.

  I released the cuffs at her ankles, and then at her wrists, carrying her over to a bench in the corner of the room. She curled up with her head on my lap, my fingers trailing through her hair.

  “I really hope the baby didn’t see your penis,” Cassandra said randomly.

  I nearly choked. “What?”

  Her giggle echoed up my leg. “Your dick was so far inside me, I was worried the baby would think you were trying to batter your way in to visit.”

  A laugh barked free. “There’s an image. Maybe from now on I should only have anal sex with you.”

  “Nope, exit only back there,” she muttered. “Why are men so obsessed with anal sex?”

  I chuckled, imagining her clenching right now. “It’s a tight passage and really exercises our dicks.” My fingers tipped her head up so I could see her eyes. “Just like when you grab him and work him hard.”

  “Then I’ll just grab him a little more often, help keep your mind off my ass.”

  A lascivious grin tipped my lips up. “After tonight, my mind is definitely on your ass.”

  “Pervert!”

  “Only for you.” I winked and that tiny smile that made me want to do bad things to her appeared on her pouty lips.

  “So what are these rooms used for?”

  My eyebrow quirked and she narrowed her eyes in warning. “Primarily to train the subs, but these rooms are known as the dungeon. Every room is soundproofed and lockable, so you can do whatever you want down here, and no one will ever know.”

  “Can you not do that upstairs?”

  “To a certain extent. The Twilight Rooms are about inclusion, so a lot of the rooms don’t have doors. Down here is all about privacy. A lot of spouses arrive here together and part ways. Some people are in relationships were they both prefer to dominate, so they come here to do that.”

  Cassandra struggled to sit up. “I guess we better have the rest of the tour.” She stopped and groaned. “You ripped my panties again, Zee. I really liked those ones.”

  “I told you not to wear any.” We’d had the discussion before we left our apartment, but apparently my fiancée doesn’t feel dressed unless her ass is covered in a scrap of lace.

  My heartbeat had just about returned to normal, but when she teetered across the room in those ridiculous heels to bend over and retrieve her dress, my dick definitely paid attention. Her hair had been styled in loose curls, now tight curls framed her flushed face from our excursion. She had the ‘I’ve just been fucked look’ that sent my pulse racing. Her ass was still red from the crop and I wanted to put her over my knee and trace my fingers over the patterns.

  “What?” Cassandra queried, her brow wrinkled in confusion as she stared at me.

  I shook my head. “Just admiring the view.”

  “This is your view every single day.”

  Pushing myself to my feet, I made my way toward her. “Yeah, that’s why I put a ring on your finger before anyone else admired it.”

  Her arms wrapped around my waist and she set her chin on my chest to peer up at me. “You still gonna feel this way when I’m a walking beachball?”

  There was nothing sexier than knowing your woman was carrying your child. I would never understand why so many women thought they were ugly during pregnancy. “I guarantee you that I will still want you seven months from now.”

  Her bruises had faded after her abduction, but there were still times that she guarded her side where her ribs were injured. Occasionally, I’d find her lost in her memories, and I knew that bastard still haunted her. It made me want to put a bullet in his head all over again.

  I zipped her dress up and she fixed my cufflinks—all the small tasks we performed without asking that showed we were a couple. She didn’t know it, but her dress had already been ordered and a ceremony arranged for next week. Megan had helped me after glaring at me like I was the devil incarnate for five minutes.

  Was I a jealous asshole who wanted to claim her in every way possible? Yes.

  Did I care? No.

  Cassandra would be tied to me in every way possible because there was no way in heaven or hell that I would ever let her go. Uncle Lucas was right. The men of our family knew when they’d found the woman they wanted to spend their life with. What was the point in wasting time?

  “How do I look?” she asked, holding her arms up.

  The woman who’d walked in on my arm had been groomed to perfection. The woman standing here now had a flush to her cheeks and a look in her eyes that said she’d orgasmed. She could try and comb her hair with her fingers, but it wouldn’t detract from the fact hair only got that tangled when you were in the heat of passion.

  “Gorgeous.” I kissed the end of her nose.

  “You’re only saying that because you have to.”

  My hands landed on her waist to tug our hips together. Her heels made our pelvises an equal height. “I never say anything unless I mean it. You should know that by now. When I give you a compliment, take it because it’s real.”

  Her body softened against mine, and I took the opportunity to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers gripping my biceps. All I wanted was to lose myself in this moment, far from our responsibilities and obligations. Right now, we were just Zee and Cas. As soon as I walked out of this room, I was the Bartholomew heir with all that entailed. The weight of that role would soon descend on Cassandra as well. Part of me wanted to save her from that responsibility, but the selfish bastard inside me wanted her beside me to make it bearable.

  Eventually, I had to break away or we were never leaving this room.
/>   Cassandra wiped her lipstick from my bottom lip with her thumb, straightened my jacket, and ran her fingers through my hair. “You’ll do.”

  Women wanted me because of who my father was, trying their best to keep me in relationships in the past by permitting my every fantasy. None of them ever staked a claim the way Cassandra just had with a few simple gestures. She probably didn’t realise it, but her body language screamed that she owned me the same way I possessed her.

  There wasn’t much left of the corridor of dungeon row, and we exited through the door to the right of the mantlepiece in the room to the other side of the reception hall.

  Under us were The Midnight Rooms.

  Above us were The Twilight Rooms.

  I bought this house because it spoke to my inner demons. My stepmothers tended to try and seduce me, their touch repugnant since they’d just crawled out of my father’s bed. So, I did what any teenager would do and rebelled, throwing myself into the scene and going with Jordan to train as a Dom. There was a time when he could only get pleasure when he caused someone pain. After a while, he channelled that into torturing and killing the enemies of the Council. His therapy sessions must have paid off. Either that, or having a torrid affair with his counsellor helped him work through his issues.

  The reception hall had people drinking glasses of champagne and indulging in aperitifs.

  “Xavier.” I stopped at my name being called. It was one of Father’s business team.

  My professional smile snapped into place and I regarded him with polite interest.

  “I didn’t know you were a member here.” His gaze roved around in excitement. He must be one of our newer members. I’d have to have a word with Jordan about being stricter with our controls.

  “We all have our little secrets,” I said, reminding him that everyone here had signed a confidentiality clause that would cost them a fortune if they broke it.

  His eyes moved to Cassandra, widening slightly when he realised who she was. “Well, this certainly explains you disappearing into her office for all those meetings.”