by Desiree Holt
“Why didn’t you use the rest of the cards? I accepted them with no problem.”
He cupped her chin and turned her head so she faced him. “Don’t repeat this to anyone.” A corner of his mouth almost kicked up in a hint of a smile. “But it stopped being just a performance for me halfway through it.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m not sure I do, either.” He looked away, staring across the room at the wall. “One of the important things you learn in Delta Force is complete control of yourself. The missions we get sent on require it. Otherwise we could get ourselves and our team members killed. For me the only way to do that was to lock away my emotions completely.”
“That must have been very difficult to do.”
He shrugged. “Not so much. But it meant relationships were a no-go. Being able to come to different dungeons around the world to play has been a great stress reliever.”
“I sense a ‘but’ in there,” she prompted.
“But tonight, when Reulas introduced us, something hit me like an exploding IED. I never believed in instant chemistry before, but Jesus, Kelly. I looked at you and you nearly took me down to my knees.”
She burrowed into his chest, unwilling to look at him while she made her own confession. “I, um, had the same reaction. Club Fantasy is like a second home to me. I can play without worrying about messy relationships. Maybe because no one ever aroused my emotions the way you did. Do,” she amended.
Tanner’s body tensed. He was silent for so long she was afraid she’d made a misstep here. Did he just plan to tell her how he felt and move on?
“Listen,” she said, “if you—”
He touched a finger to her lips. “Ssh. It’s okay. It’s just a shock to me to have someone say that to me. I’ve made sure to let every woman I’ve ever been with know the score. It’s all about the physical. The sex. Nothing more.”
“And this?” she prompted.
“I don’t know, Kelly. It’s so foreign to me. I know that right now I’m hard as a spike. I want to fuck you but not with toys or anything. Just you and me, my cock in your pussy. But I know you must be sore and wrung out.”
She brushed her fingers along his cheek. “Not too sore for that. If that’s all we do.”
“I ragged on Reulas for calling this place Club Fantasy, but straight sex is a fantasy for me. Just now. You and me.” He studied her face. “Are you sure?”
“I am.” At least, she hoped she was. Already her body was responding to his touch and he’d barely touched her at all.
“I want to kiss you. Kissing’s always a fantasy to me, too, because it’s so personal.”
She shifted in his lap, brought his head down to hers and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were firm and warm and when she opened hers his tongue swept inside, a living flame heating her flesh. He drank from her as she did from him, tongues tangling in an erotic dance. Unbelievably her pussy was getting wet again, the core of her rocketing to life with need.
He tore his mouth from hers, trailing his tongue along the line of her jaw and nibbling the lobe of her ear with his teeth. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place while he kissed his way down her throat, to the hollow where her pulse beat, to the upper swell of her breasts just visible in the gap of the quilt.
“If you’re absolutely sure,” he said again, “let’s ditch this quilt.”
Kelly shrugged out of it, trying not to wince as certain muscles protested.
“Stop.” Tanner stilled her hands. “You’re hurting. This won’t work.”
She smiled at him. “I’m fine. I promise I wouldn’t lie to you. Okay?”
* * *
Tanner wanted so badly to believe her. He was still struggling with the force of the impact she had on him. With the stewpot she’d made out of his emotions. But damn! He wanted to get his cock inside her in the worst way.
One thing about Reulas: he had every one of his private rooms set up so no matter where you wanted to fuck or play, whatever you needed was right at hand. Securing Kelly with one arm, Tanner pushed the lever that turned the chair into a lounger. Then he reached into the drawer of the little table beside it to pull out a handful of condoms.
“Aren’t you optimistic.” She laughed.
“One can hope. Anyway, we have the room for as long as we want it. But if we only fuck once, I’ll die a happy man.”
“I think I can take care of that for you with no problem.”
Sliding to her knees she unzipped his fly and freed his thick, swollen cock, holding it in both hands while she took a long look at it. Then she slowly lowered her head and took the thick breadth of him into her mouth. Strange, he thought very briefly. Here they were in a club with every instrument of pleasure imaginable, every opportunity for the kinkiest of desires, and the thing that seemed to be turning them both on right now was straight, vanilla sex. How funny was that?
Then she closed her lips around him and sucked hard, squeezing her tongue around his abundant length, and every thought flew out of his head.
“Shit, Kelly.” He slid his fingers through her hair to hold her head in place. “You have the sweetest mouth this side of heaven. Suck me hard, baby. Real hard.”
She did just that. Sliding one hand between his thighs she cupped the sac holding his balls and gently squeezed. Heat jolted through him. Tanner groaned and tightened his grip on her head. He wasn’t going to last like this, as much as he loved it. Roughly he pulled her head away.
She looked up at him, frowning. “What’s wrong?”
He gave a rough laugh. “What’s wrong is I’m about ten seconds away from the top of my head blowing off. Straddle me, girl, so I can see if that sweet pussy is still wet enough for me.”
He helped her to rise and positioned her so her thighs bracketed his. Slid one hand between her thighs to her cunt and smiled when he found it still dripping. Damn. He just might have found the woman of his dreams. Then he had to stop thinking because he was so close to the edge he was ready to topple over. Sheathing himself with one of the condoms, he lifted her with his muscular arms and brought her down right on his dick.
He closed his eyes at the intense sensations that raced through him when her snug pussy closed around him, grasping it with her wet heat. Holy shit! He gritted his teeth, reaching for whatever control he had. The performance had him so ramped up anyway he hoped he would last long enough to give Kelly one more orgasm. The image of her naked body, butt plug and vibrators in place, back and ass crisscrossed with beautiful red marks from the whip, was a jolt to his system. He had to do something to move this along because his famous discipline had gone to shit.
He slipped one hand between them, found her already sore and swollen clit and rubbed it with his thumb. Again and again, pinching and stroking, while her inner muscles gripped him and her breathing quickened. Her hot liquid drenched him with a sudden rush.
“I’m ready.” Her voice was breathy and strained.
“Yes, you are, darlin’.” Gripping her hips, he lifted her up and brought her down again. “Ride me, now.”
She balanced her hands on his shoulders and did just that, rocking back and forth and up and down. The slide of her pussy against his cock felt like the glide of smooth silk. Up and down, again and again. And somehow, as if their bodies were completely in tune, they arrived at orgasm together and crashed into rocket-filled space. Long minutes passed while they rode out the shattering spasms. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her nipples like hot, hard points. Her cunt milked him over and over as he spurted into the latex.
And then it was done. She collapsed against him, her breathing as raspy as his. He held her tightly, smoothing the damp hair from her forehead, brushing light kisses on her damp skin. Kisses? He didn’t kiss. Jesus, he really had fallen into an alternate universe. But hadn’t he known that from the moment he laid eyes on her?
He finally lifted her fro
m him so he could dispose of the condom, easing himself slowly from her silken grasp. When he returned to the chair, settling her in his lap again, he picked up the cards they hadn’t used that night. She looked at them and then at him, a smile curving her swollen lips, swollen from sucking his cock.
“I hate to tell you this, but I don’t think I’m up to the rest of the deal tonight.”
He chuffed a laugh. “Darlin’, neither am I. And I never thought I’d say that.” He adjusted her in his lap so they could look at the cards together. “But tomorrow night? Now that’s another story.”
She gave a breathy chuckle. “So… just to be sure. You want to meet me back here tomorrow night? For another performance?”
“Hell, no.” When her body tightened he brushed a kiss on her cheek. A kiss! Shit! He really was falling hard. “This is going to be completely private.” He turned over the first card. “St. Andrew’s Cross and the paddle.” The next card. “Me fucking you in the ass.” And the next one. “Wax play. I could draw some really erotic designs on that luscious body of yours. And I’d sure like to feel my cock in your mouth again, maybe with a dildo in that pretty little pussy, making you want to come but you won’t until I do. Until you suck me off good.”
“You think we’ll get to all that in one night? I don’t know if I’ll survive.”
“Well, see, that’s the nice thing about this place. Reulas has given me a guest pass with no expiration. We might even try a second deck of cards.” He gave her a serious look. “Think you can handle that? Reulas says you usually only play one night on the weekend.”
“I think for you I might make an exception.”
“Good. That’s good.” He tilted her face up to his. “You have anything you need to get home for? Pets that have to be fed? Family members looking for you?”
She shook her head. “No pets. And all my family lives in other places.”
“Okay, then. I’ve got a nice suite with a great spa tub at that new hotel downtown. Right now I’d like to take you there and spend the rest of the night and tomorrow pampering the hell out of you.” He stroked her cheek. “Get you in shape for tomorrow night.”
She looked at him hard, questions in her eyes. “Tanner, how did this happen? We came in here two independent individuals and something just exploded between us.”
“Shocked the shit out of me, too. But you know what? Maybe it’s an unexpected gift and we should try to appreciate it.”
She grinned. “As long as it comes with a new deck of cards.”
He brushed his mouth over hers. “I guess anything can happen in Club Fantasy.”
Dark Desire
Chapter 1
Risa Channing tipped the cab driver, gathered her leather coat around her and lifted the brass knocker on the heavy, carved wooden door, letting it fall back with a clang. She did her best to tamp down a sudden flutter of nerves as the door to Club Fantasy swung open. She stepped into the warm, paneled reception area and tentatively smiled at the woman standing there.
“Hello, Lila.”
The two women had met when Risa filled out her membership application and Lila had taken her on a tour of the dungeon.
“Welcome, Risa. We’re so pleased you’ve decided to join us.”
Risa nodded, hoping she’d be just as happy by the end of the evening. Unsatisfied for a long time with the Doms she’d played with—and the ones she’d had unfortunate relationships with—she hoped that she’d find what she was looking for here. More than that. What she’d craved.
When she’d met with Reulas, the mysterious owner of Club Fantasy, she’d been very emphatic that she wanted a session with an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level of BDSM. She’d wanted such an experience for a long time, but until recently hadn’t had the nerve to go through with it. What if she hated it? Regretted it? Couldn’t play beyond the light level she was used to?
Too late now, kiddo.
The only thing Reulas had told her was the man was a SEAL on leave, with a permanent guest pass. And that he was so sought after that when word got out he might visit, subs lined up for a session with him.
“Reulas is waiting for you in the lounge,” Lila told her, taking Risa’s coat and purse. They’d be put in a locker for her until she was ready to leave. “Have a good evening.”
I hope so.
“Thank you.”
Risa smoothed down the short skirt and halter-top as she moved toward the lounge. She’d left her hair down tonight, swinging just below her shoulders. Beneath the skirt she wore a brand new scarlet thong. For luck. As she entered the lounge she saw Reulas sitting on a curved section of a couch. Although he was of medium height he carried himself in a way as to seem much taller. He wore his blond hair in a long ponytail and was dressed in his signature navy silk shirt and pants. He spotted her and stood, his hand extended, a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Risa.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
The man sitting next to him rose, and immediately, Risa felt her thong dampen even as her mouth went dry. Like Reulas, he appeared taller than he was, his shoulders were broad, and his chest and abs hard and flat, with a sexy dusting of dark hair. All the rippling muscles were easy to see because he was naked from the waist up. The rest of his body was clad in leather pants tight enough that she could see the thick bulge of his cock. Below that, he was barefoot. She noticed his feet appeared as graceful as the rest of his body.
But it was his face that caught her attention. Framed by a thick fall of inky black hair, it was a warrior’s face, finely chiseled with a square jaw, startling blue eyes, and lashes any woman would kill for. The power he exuded was so strong as to be nearly visible in the air around him. She could only stand there mesmerized, and so aroused she needed every bit of discipline to keep herself together.
Deep inside her something unfamiliar began to unwind like a coil tightened down for too long. Something teased at her emotions as well as her senses. Was she getting herself into something too deep here? She wasn’t looking for more than one night of intense pleasure. Was she?
“Risa.” Reulas’s voice penetrated the fog wrapped around her brain. “This is Master J.”
Her eyes drank him in even as they kept returning to the significant bulge in his pants. She could hardly wait to feel that inside her. At his pleasure, of course.
Master J, in full Dom mode, did not extend his hand. Instead, he let his gaze travel slowly over every inch of her body—so penetrating was his stare that she might as well have been naked. He nodded at Reulas.
“She will do very nicely.”
Reulas smiled. “You know it is always my goal to please.” He looked at Risa. “I have passed along your desires to Master J and I assure you he can more than satisfy them. Beyond that, Risa, you can trust him completely.”
Her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could speak. Every nerve in her body vibrated and her pulse throbbed in her womb.
“Thank you, Reulas.” She lowered her eyes. “And thank you, Master J.”
“The room is prepared for you,” the owner told the Dom. “Everything is as you requested.”
“Good. Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.”
Okay, so no small talk or ‘let’s get acquainted’.
Well, this was what she’d asked for, right? A complete Dom who would take her well into the next level of BDSM play. Someone who could satisfy the very dark desires that claimed her dreams and left her shaken when she awoke, more often than not, with her hand still on her clit. At first she’d been embarrassed to admit to herself that pain was a great aphrodisiac. But when she squeezed her nipples or her hard clit, cream gushed from her and her pussy flexed with spasms.
She’d tried to figure out a way to spank herself but the position was too awkward to do her any good, so she had to be contented with reading about it. Caning particularly appealed to her. The book she’d ordered online came with explicit photographs of
women after they’d been caned and she ached for her ass to burn like theirs. To have hot stripes that made it difficult for her to sit anywhere. Whatever surface she chose would press against the residual soreness so the sweet pain was still with her wherever she went.
She’d spent weeks agonizing over the decision and then decided to apply for membership at Club Fantasy—a new environment for her, and one that had by far the best reputation in the area as far as clientele went. She certainly hoped so, since the membership fee was steep.
But in the places she’d belonged before, there had been no one with whom she could see herself moving to another level. No one who had impressed her enough with his skills. Plus, with a new level of play, she wanted a new environment. Someplace where her old self wasn’t present, and where she could explore new horizons freely without previous Doms offering to help her. There weren’t any she’d played with who connected with her enough to earn new experiences.
“Girl.” Master J’s deep voice was like a hot caress.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me. Our evening is about to begin.”
The room he led her into looked much the same as others she’d been in, only more elaborate and luxurious. As Master J locked the door and adjusted the lighting, she took the opportunity to glance around.
The floor was covered with a thick carpet except for one large square that was polished hardwood. Risa guessed that was for subs who needed to be punished in a kneeling position. No soft cushioning for them. The room also contained a padded spanking bench, manacles hanging from the ceiling with matching cuffs at floor level, a St. Andrew’s Cross, a cupboard open to display a number of toys and instruments, and something she had only seen pictures of—an old-fashioned pillory.
