Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1)

by Anya Summers

  Too interested in the semi-forbidden nature of the lower level, Zoey tiptoed down the stone stairs. She'd just take a peek, then be out of there before anyone was aware of her presence. The stairs descended circularly, yet more of an ancient relic and a testament to the past history of the manor, until she found herself in the lower level.

  Zoey was somewhat deflated by its appearance. It wasn't what she had expected. In her mind, she had conjured up a medieval dungeon filled with crimping irons and all manner of torture devices. Instead of tools that would have made a member of the Inquisition's day, there were low LED lights illuminating a hallway that appeared to run the length of the building. The wide hallway had rooms made of glass lining both sides. Inside each room were black curtains, which appeared to be Declan's decorating color of choice, many of them drawn for privacy.

  Leaving the stairwell behind, she hesitated when she heard a woman's moan emit from the room nearest her on the right. While the curtain was semi drawn, the light inside the room was enough so that she could make out the silhouettes of a man and woman. The woman was reclining on a couch, her arms chained above her head, her breasts shaking as she moaned louder. The man knelt on the floor between her spread thighs, his face buried in her crotch.

  Zoey should have been embarrassed at the wild abandon of the woman's pleasured cries rising and filling her ears. Except she wasn't embarrassed—if anything, she craved knowing what it felt like to have a man lavish you with that much pleasure.

  Zoey stood rooted to the spot by the untold ecstasy within the woman's fervent keening. The man obviously knew what he was doing as the woman began thrashing her head, her cries becoming more urgent mewling noises. Zoey felt her nipples harden and her sex pulsed as the man brought the woman to a screaming orgasm. And that had only been with his mouth. She'd never had a boyfriend get her off with oral before.

  Entranced, and more turned on than she was willing to admit, Zoey walked further into the dungeon. The sounds of people having sex increased. Some of the room doors were open, some closed. In one of the closed rooms with the curtains fully drawn, she distinctly heard the sound of a male and female groaning in unison, along with the sound of slapping flesh. The people in the rooms she could see into, all seemed to be doing some type of bondage as part of the sex act itself. Most were handcuffed and chained, some used rope, and other materials. So this was what Declan had meant by the BDSM lifestyle. He wanted to tie her up and have sex with her. The image of that was so erotic and foreign to Zoey that she whimpered a little. The thought of allowing Declan to tie her up like that one couple, eating her out until she came so hard she was screaming caused her to feel moisture at her center.

  She continued forward until she reached an open area with all sorts of equipment that she didn't understand; one of which was a huge, circular cross suspended from the ceiling. But what drew her rapt attention was the scene taking place in the room's center. A blonde woman was bent over a sawhorse, her wrists and feet chained, with her rear canted up in the air. Her naked, voluptuous breasts spilled over the sawhorse, her nipples had small silver chains clamped over them. She keened on a wail, her face awash with flushed pleasure as the big male standing behind her spanked her across the rear with his hand. Zoey heard the crack of his hand as the woman screamed, but instead of being repulsed, felt her own sex thump in time with the spanking. Would Declan want to tie her up like that and spank her? Did she want him to? Pleasure flooded her body at the thought. She could tell the blonde woman was thoroughly enjoying the man's not-so-tender ministrations.

  Zoey's shock was complete when she recognized that the man doling out the punishment was Declan's gorgeous, ginger-haired butler, Jared. He stood as naked as the day was long. Zoey had thought he was attractive with his clothes on but without them he was spectacular. His body appeared chiseled and hewn from granite, reminding her of a swimmer's build, all sleek and sinewy. With every movement, his muscles rippled and flexed. His washboard abs were covered with a fine dusting of darker hair, sort of a mix of ginger and brown, that gave him a more rugged carnal appearance. It trailed down into a single happy trail that ended at his large, engorged penis. The sight of him, heady with passion, commanding the blonde's desire, about to fuck her, made Zoey's breath strangle in her throat.

  The scene before her, if she was totally honest with herself, was straight out of her deepest and darkest fantasies.

  Jared spoke in a commanding tone to the blonde. "Come for me, now."

  He gave her ass one more good swat but didn't draw his hand back, and from what it looked like at that angle he had driven his fingers into the woman's sex. Zoey felt herself flame as she heard the woman orgasm like she would bring the roof down. Jared stroked her, his arm thrusting back and forth, wringing every bit of the orgasm from her body, and then the woman moaned as he spread the white globes of her rear. Then the woman's ardent moans truly started as Zoey watched Jared fist himself, rubbing the long thick length of his erection against her, before he plunged into her from behind in one hard plunge. The blonde gasped, mewling sounds erupting from her lips as Jared pumped his pelvis, hammering his cock inside her.

  Zoey felt herself breathing heavily as she imagined Jared doing all those things to her and realized she was envious of the blonde. What would it feel like to be that uninhibited, to feel that loss of control, to know that she couldn't move and was at his mercy as he fucked her mindless?

  She didn't know what was wrong with her. This was not the way she had been raised. Sex was something that was always done in the dark with someone you knew, usually missionary or some other boring position. And as for passion, Zoey had thought she was just an oddity, that the normal, missionary-style, bland sex she had experienced with lackluster enthusiasm had meant there was something wrong with her.

  Jared's hips were slamming into the woman, who was so delirious with pleasure she thrashed her head back and forth. Zoey shifted slightly and must have somehow alerted him to the fact that someone was watching because he swiveled his head in her direction, gazed at her, and then something about her appearance made him smile. Then, instead of watching the woman he was fucking into oblivion, he stared at Zoey as he brought the keening, shuddering woman to orgasm in front of Zoey's rapt gaze, not once, not twice, but three times before his own orgasm hit on a roar. Zoey's body shook when his pelvis slammed against the blonde, his hard thrusts pumping as his own release careened over him. He kept moving, and thrusting, drawing his own orgasm out until she could tell he was fully spent inside the blonde, but he never once took his eyes off Zoey.

  Large hands grabbed Zoey's hips from behind. "I can smell your arousal, lass. You enjoyed watching Jared fuck Sherry, didn't you?"

  There was no point in denying it. "Yes."

  "Thank you for being honest with me. Especially since we have to deal with your disobedience."

  Zoey whipped her head around, sputtering, "What do you mean?"

  "I told you if you ventured down here without me you would be punished." Declan led her over to a couch in the courtyard area. She was too stunned to do anything more than follow. When they reached the black leather love seat, he pushed the robe off her shoulders. When she tried to keep it on, his strength won out.

  "No." She tried to back away. "I'm sorry I came down here, but I don't think that means you can do whatever you want to me."

  "If you had not come down here by yourself then I wouldn't be forced to punish you. I can see that your encroachment into the club was merely due to curiosity on your part. While understandable, it's still against the rules, which is why your punishment will be lighter than I normally would do but it will still be carried out. This is non-negotiable. Now, come here." He sat, pulling her with him. What was he going to do to her?

  She squirmed as he lay her face down over his lap. She felt him shove the shirt up above her rear, exposing her ass for all to see.

  Oh, hell no.

  Zoey bucked, kicking her legs out, and Declan held her down with one a
rm over her middle. His hand connected with a sharp thwack against her butt and she screeched, "Ow, you bastard. Put me down."

  He flipped her over and brought her face up near him. His expression was stern as he scolded her. "I do not take name-calling lightly, lass. While you are here, you will respect me. I was going to go a bit lighter on you since this is your first offense, but thanks to that smart mouth of yours, I can clearly see you need a lesson in obedience."

  "I'm sorry."

  "I accept your apology and believe you are sorry, but that is not going to stop your punishment, only delay it."

  He flipped her back over onto her stomach, positioning her once again until her rear was bared for all to see. A crowd had begun to form around the couch—which included Jared. Zoey turned her face away from them all as the first smack landed.

  Her eyes stung with tears. She was leaving this place as soon as Declan let her up. She didn't care if she had to walk all night in the snow. Zoey sucked in a breath at the pain in the next slap. Her posterior burned, flaming with every swat. His hand connected again and again, and Zoey felt herself break open wide. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

  She sobbed as Declan righted her body and pulled her close.

  "It's all over, sweet lass. Let it out." He stroked his hand over her back, offering her comfort after the punishment. He handed her some tissues.

  "I don't like being disobeyed, Zoey. It was not just because of your disobedience, but for your own protection that I had to discipline you, do you understand? Since you don't know the rules of our club, you couldn't possibly know that any unattached sub who enters is consenting to be willing and available to have sex with any Dom here."

  Zoey burrowed her face in his shoulder in shame. She had really put her foot in it this time. Her tears were more about being caught and the shock of it all than about any of the pain from the spanking. When she thought about it, it might be a bit uncomfortable, her butt burning a little, except she was also feeling stirrings of liquid need as there seemed to be a constant symphony of moaning. He hadn't really hurt her.

  "I'm sorry," she whispered against his neck, inhaling his heady scent. She reveled in being held within his arms, wanting the sense of peace and comfort to continue.

  He kissed her temple and his hand moved from her back to her legs, lightly caressing her thighs, seducing her body into craving the feel of those long, calloused fingers. "And you're forgiven, sweet lass."

  Chapter Four

  The crowd had dispersed some time while Declan had been comforting her. He felt so good. She could sit like this with him all night. Then he changed his caresses; he rubbed his hand along the insides of her thighs, lightly teasing the flesh under the hem of her shirt. He never ventured past the barrier the top presented, but each sure touch sent electric currents directly to her pussy. The burning on her rear spread, inciting flames of need to ratchet higher, pulling her body taut. His caresses were doing far more to her composure than his spanking had done.

  Declan's hand shifted, diving underneath the hem of the tee-shirt, cupping her sex. Zoey groaned.

  Her body was vibrating, her skin felt too tight, and she knew that if she touched herself she would come. She whimpered when Declan swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall to one of the vacant glass rooms. He closed the door behind them, pressed a button near the door that made the curtains move to enclose them and then light up so that there were no shadows between them.

  Zoey barely had time to think when he set her down on a massage table in the middle of the room. Declan tipped her head up so that she could do nothing but look at him.

  "I warned you not to come down here without me. But now that you have, I can see my world entices you."

  "But I'm… I've never done anything like that. I didn't know people did," she admitted, unable to say that she wanted it out loud. It would make it all too real. Was that what she really wanted?

  He caressed her cheek. "And you are surprised that it excites you, thrills you in a way, perhaps, that sex never has before? Be honest with me, lass. There's no room for shame."

  "But it's not—"

  "Normal? Zoey, everyone is built differently. For some, what is considered normal sex does nothing for them. Others need more. There's nothing wrong with that. I can tell it arouses you," his fingers traced around her nipples, through his shirt, "and that after sinking my fingers in your pussy I found you dripping wet. Your body is telling me the truth. I need to hear it from your lips. Does it?"

  "Yes," she breathed, almost on a sigh. There was no point in denying that she had wished it had been her that Jared had been pounding into instead of the blonde. Zoey squirmed on the table, her butt burning, her sex aching as Declan continued to trace lightly around her nipples but never touching them. Her heart raced, and she felt her breasts swell. She wanted his hands more firmly on the tender flesh—wanted his hands all over her body if she was honest.

  "I'll make you another offer, lass. Try it once, with me, right now, and then you can decide whether you want to continue the rest of this week or not. I can tell your body is crying out for release and I promise to make you come as many times as I can milk orgasms from your body."

  He was offering her uninhibited pleasure with no strings attached. She could try it and if it wasn't for her, she could walk away tomorrow with no regrets. Her hands gripped the lip of the massage table as she stared into his blue eyes, which had darkened with desire. He withdrew his hands from her breasts and she almost whimpered at the loss of contact.

  "Yes," she replied, staring into his eyes. They heated instantly at her response. In a single move, his lips captured hers in a kiss meant to steal her soul. She groaned, giving him entrance into her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth, stealing away any hesitancy she felt, and she returned his ardent kiss. She put her hands against his chest, testing the firmness. She moaned in frustration as he pulled back.

  "You're beautiful," Declan said, "but before we go any further, I need to have you sign off on your consent to participate in the Dungeon Fantasy Club." He left her sitting on the massage table and went to an armoire, where he withdrew a document and handed it to her.

  "Read that, and if you have any questions, I can answer them."

  Zoey's brain was muddled, she glanced at the words but none of them were making sense. She'd rather rip the bandage off.

  "So are you going to tie me up?" she asked him, her pulse pounding.

  "Yes. But we will start with the basics, nothing too wild since you are such a beginner to this type of lifestyle. There are some rules that you need to remember with this type of love play. First, no harm will come to you. Nothing will be done to you that will truly bring you any pain. There are different levels of discipline for infractions, but I think we will keep it to spanking, like what you've already experienced, for now. Depending on the rules broken, I could use a paddle or add a flogger to the punishment. While we are down here you must address me as Master or Sir. If anything hurts, or you need to stop, your safeword is 'red'. Got it?"

  She nodded, shivering. "Red, got it. What is considered an infraction?"

  Her head was swimming at his words. Was she really going to do this? Have sex with a virtual stranger? He walked back to her and asked her again. "While we are in this room, and any time we venture down here, I am in complete control of you. You must submit to my will and my desires, and I will see to it that you experience pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before. If something doesn't feel right, and I ask you about it, you must be completely honest with me. I cannot read your mind, and my goal is to make sure you enjoy our time together. Never lie to me Zoey, do you understand?"

  "Um, yes."

  "Yes, what?" His face was stern, waiting for her response. She gulped, her nerves drawn tight. He was giving her a gift, to take a vacation in the purest sense of the word.

  "Yes, Sir." She signed the form, noticing the heated victory in his eyes. Her pulse fluttered, her hands s
hook as she handed the clipboard back to him.

  "Don't worry, lass, it will be more pleasure than you ever dreamed. Now, for this first lesson, I want to keep a running dialogue with you so that I know what you like and what you don't."

  She nodded her head, anticipation bubbling through her. He took the clipboard with the signed form and set it on the table near the armoire.

  "Disrobe," he ordered.

  She slid off the table, staring straight at him. Pulling the silky material up over her hips, she uncovered her skin, inch by inch, needing to see his reaction to her body. She wasn't model thin. She had boobs, she had curves, and had always been an oddity in the land of Hollywood. Her thighs touched and her ass, while firm and not overly large, definitely put her in the average woman population. She pulled the shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. Standing under his eagle-eyed gaze, she felt her skin flush at the dichotomy. He was fully clothed while she stood in nothing but her birthday suit. His gaze traveled the length of her body as he approached her.

  What was she doing? She was about to have sex with a stranger.

  He stopped in front of her, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing, testing the weight of them. His thumb grazed each nipple and she bit her lip at the unexpected pleasure as it slammed into her system. Her knees trembled. It had been quite a while since she'd had sex with something other than her vibrator.

  "You have beautiful breasts, lass." His fingers pinched her nipples, and heat shot like a lightning rod from them directly to her clitoris and made her ache. His hands moved, caressing down her sides, stroking over her hip bones and around to her rear. He massaged her butt, stroking the sensitive flesh, pulling her closer to his body.

  She started to put her hands up on his chest.

  "Put your hands at your sides, lass."

  Zoey did as he ordered, watching his expression.

  "Good." He dipped his head, capturing her lips, but she couldn't say it was a kiss. It was a possession. A claiming of ownership of her body—just with his tongue, lips, and teeth. She couldn't stop the moan as he gave her no quarter to deny him, but could only submit to his passion. His hands pulled her closer. Her breasts pushed against the fabric of his shirt. His right hand smacked her butt and she gasped. Her posterior stung as he massaged where he had laid the blow on her already tender flesh, and transformed the pain into something more. She felt her sex moisten.