Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1)

by Anya Summers

  "Lose the shirt," he ordered.

  Still kneeling before him, she pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it into the pile with his clothes. Wearing only a delicate strip of lace covering her sex, she grasped his penis in her hands. She stroked his length, caressing the span, running her fingers over the smooth head, feeling the pre-cum drops, testing the weight of his balls. Overcome with the desire to taste him, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue traced around the ridge under the head, teasing the veins and learning his cock. He growled as she sucked him in her mouth, enjoying his taste, how it felt watching the desire in his hooded eyes. She used her hands to help her stroke his long length more fully.

  Declan's hands grasped her head as he started pumping his hips, holding her. She felt her own desire increase with every thrust of his penis in her mouth. She imagined his long member pounding inside her vagina and felt wetness run down her legs.

  When he attempted to pull out from her mouth, she would have none of it. She wanted to taste him fully, wanted him to come in her mouth. Grasping his cock, she was relentless as she bobbed her head so that he was powerless to resist. His penis swelled, his hips thrusting wildly, he held her more firmly, fucking her mouth with his cock in deep rapid strokes, pounding his member against the back of her throat. He jerked.

  "Ahh," he groaned as his orgasm hit. His cock jolted, pouring his seed inside her mouth. She sucked him fiercely, swallowing the hot streams as they erupted, keeping up her pace until his body stilled and his erection began to swell again.

  She released him, sitting back on her haunches. Her breath hitched in her throat as her own desire raced in her veins. Declan hauled her to her feet and kissed her mindless, growling as he tasted himself on her lips.

  His hands roamed down to her sex, his fingers dipping in and finding out how hot she was for him.

  He stopped kissing her and she moaned. "Please, Sir."

  "Our night is just beginning. Give me a minute." He grabbed the shirt she had worn and his belt. Her body throbbed in anticipation, willing to surrender to whatever he desired. Need hummed in her veins, what was he going to do to her?

  He positioned her at the foot of the bed, near one of the wooden bed posts. "Give me your hands."

  She complied instantly, earning a smile from him. He covered her wrists with his shirt, binding them together, used his belt over the shirt to secure her hands, then took the strap and wrapped it around the wood, securing the belt with the buckle on the post. He set the restraint at waist level, making it so she had to bend over. Her insides clenched as he moved behind her.

  His hands rubbed her rear, playing with the flesh, separating the two halves so that she was completely exposed. She couldn't see what he planned to do, anticipation mingled with need. Had any man ever sent her hormones into overdrive? The potent expectancy was almost anticlimactic when he rubbed his hands up and down her legs. He pushed them apart until her thighs were spread in a wide V that ended at her sex.

  Declan's hands teased around her sex, stroking her thighs, the outside of her mons, but not touching the sensitive nub. She groaned as he played with her labia, caressing the slick folds, but only circling her clitoris. She tried to rub herself against his fingers.

  He bent over and whispered in her ear, "Don't move. Understand, lass?" He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, then his hands wrapped around her, fondling her heavy breasts, which were swollen with need. He rubbed his hips against her butt, his rigid penis sliding enticingly against her flesh. Mewling sounds erupted from her lips at the tortuous contact. She wanted his hard length pounding inside her flesh.

  "Lass?" Declan had stilled his body behind hers, making her whimper.

  "Yes, Sir."

  He rewarded her by rubbing his cock against her. She was in an agony of need. He chuckled darkly as he unwrapped himself from her body. She felt bereft at the loss of contact.

  "Where are you? Ahhh." She moaned as his tongue thrust into her pussy. The sudden intrusion made her close her eyes at the intensity of desire coursing through her veins. He pushed her legs further apart as he used his tongue and teeth on her sensitive flesh. Every stroke of his tongue drove her higher into the abyss. Time suspended itself as she tried to keep herself from moving. He added two fingers to his fervent ministrations, plunging them into her slick folds along with his tongue.

  Zoey's legs shook. She felt wound and coiled like a spring lever. If he would just allow her release. But instead of permitting her an orgasm, he backed off teasing her flesh. She wriggled her butt, attempting to get more friction.

  He withdrew from her and she wailed. Bending over her back, he said, "I told you not to move. Little subs who don't listen get spanked." He growled. "Since it's your first offense, ten strokes should do it. Count them out loud."

  What? He was going to spank her. She started to sputter and then his hand smacked against her rear. It burned where his hand landed, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. He'd actually spanked her.

  "Zoey?"

  "One," she said, sputtering at the unexpected pain, waiting for the next one. Her muscles bunched as he brought his hand across her backside.

  "Two," she groaned. The pain shifted, it burned where he had smacked her rear, but the heat transformed, zinging jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. With each stroke, she felt her ass tingle, sending bolts of electricity into her pussy. She was in such a state of pure carnal arousal, she knew if she could just touch her clit once she'd go off. Panting, needy, and desperate for release, she whimpered as Declan finished her punishment. Zoey's rear was branded by his hand, moisture trickled down her legs. She wondered if she'd be able to sit down comfortably tomorrow. They'd talk about his discipline later. Right now, she needed him to touch her, to take her hard and fast, to fill her with his big length until she came.

  She could feel him behind her, staring at her sex as he groaned. "You are dripping, lass."

  His mouth latched onto her pussy, sucking her into his mouth as he thrust his fingers inside. He bit her clit, which was so engorged that it took just one little nip and her body exploded. The orgasm ripped through her body like fireworks, her muscles clenched around his fingers as he stroked in and out.

  "Ah, ah, ahhh." Her head thrashed back and forth as the waves of her orgasm raced through her body. Zoey thought surely he would slide his member inside her quivering folds, but no. He used just his hands, mouth and teeth on her, bringing her to orgasm again and again.

  Her legs began to shake. She didn't know how she was still standing. She lost track of how many times he made her cum. She was no longer able to hold still, she canted her hips, needing him to fuck her with more than just his mouth and fingers.

  She shook as another orgasm made her shatter. She was keening. "Please, please, please," she begged him. "Please fuck me."

  She felt his thick erection, the head of his penis push between her swollen folds but he stopped, pushing no further, but not pulling out either. He smacked her ass. "Please, what?" he urged.

  "Please, Master."

  He thrust hard, seating himself to the hilt inside her, his cock hitting her womb, and she moaned. Then he stopped, unmoving as her body pulsed around his. Her head hung low as she whimpered over the exquisite torture he was inflicting upon her body.

  "Please, what?" he growled.

  Mindless, needing the release her body craved, she replied, "Please fuck me, Master."

  "Your wish is my command." He drew back and pounded his cock inside her. He held her legs, holding her up as the pleasure intensified and she could no longer stand without his aid. She gripped the post as he balanced her legs up around his waist, never losing his stride as he plunged his length inside her.

  He pumped his hips in short, brutal digs, switched to long thrusts, and then back again. The pleasure made her moan uncontrollably.

  His hand snaked around, rubbing against her clit while he speared his cock so forcefully the head hit her womb. Declan pinched her clit b
etween his thumb and forefinger just as he slammed inside her and she felt his balls slap against her. The orgasm hit her so hard she screamed at the force.

  He never stopped pumping his hips, pounding inside her until a second orgasm made her vision waver and she wailed.

  His grunts and groans grew louder. Zoey knew Declan had to be near orgasm himself. He wrapped his arms around her as his thrusts became more brutal, more insistent, furrowing inside her heat. His penis swelled, lengthening, and he tweaked her nipples, sending shockwaves straight to her vagina as a final orgasm ripped through her. She felt his cock strain, his hips moving relentlessly, hammering inside her as he rode out the waves of his own orgasm, her muscles constricting and clenching with smaller spasms. He stilled, holding her, nuzzling her neck, they both stood bent over, allowing their breathing to return to normal.

  Declan undid the belt, pulling it from her wrists, unwrapped the shirt, and caught her as her legs gave out. He scooped her up, carried her to the bed and laid her gently against the pillows. He kissed her gently and then left her, walking into the bathroom to dispose of his condom. She drifted, her limbs weightless, barely able to move a muscle after that marathon. He returned with a warm washcloth, and after cleaning between her legs, he moved her underneath the covers.

  "Sleep, my beautiful lass," he whispered as her eyelids drooped. She caught his hand as he retreated.

  "Stay," she pleaded. On a muttered oath he slid between the covers, pulling her against his chest. She drifted off to sleep in pure bliss, wondering what she had done to get so lucky.

  *****

  Declan couldn't remember the last time he'd slept with a lover, in the sense of just sleeping next to them after love play. And this was the second time he had done so. He was in way over his head with the lass. He knew that. And yet, waking up to the sight of Zoey curled next to him, he felt an organ he had long thought dead spring back to life. She was so expressive and open. Since entering the lifestyle he had never met a woman who made him want something more, consider that there might be more for him than just physical release. Even Jenna had never stirred him this deeply. Zoey lay on her back with one arm thrown above her head, the blankets had slid down during sleep and one of her gorgeous breasts was uncovered.

  Her lips were slightly swollen from their lovemaking, which belied the innocence of her sleep. It worried him—this need he had developed for her. She submitted and surrendered to his every desire, a Dom's dream sub, but there was a nugget of doubt that had wormed its way into his brain after their conversation. She was unemployed. Had her damsel in distress appearance on his doorstep been an act? He hated that it made him wonder about her honesty. Not that she had given him cause to doubt her in any way. It was just that, in his experience, women usually only wanted him for his money. Which was why he never slept beside the women he had sex with, it gave them the idea that he was interested in more than just sex.

  But where Zoey was concerned, it felt natural. He was interested in more than just sex with her. When she held out a sleepy hand to him last night after her complete physical surrender, he had wanted nothing more than to cuddle her all night. He was in trouble, allowing her to get to him this way.

  He loved looking at her. She wasn't beautiful by society's current definition. She reminded him of the old fifties Hollywood bombshells who had curves, breasts, and plump asses that begged for a man's hands, not the current twig woman ideal.

  She shifted and the blanket slipped off her other breast, the cold made her nipple perk up. Now there was a sight. Enough to tempt a saint into damnation, and by his reckoning he was anything but a saint. Declan dipped his head, tonguing the pert pink nipple before sucking the areola into his mouth. His hand cupped her other breast as he went about waking his little sub up. He loved her breasts, could spend hours just sucking the gorgeous creamy globes.

  He wanted to watch her wake as she came. Shifting the blankets, he pulled them off her succulent body. Moving down he spread her legs, enjoying the sight of moisture on her plump pussy lips. With a groan, he sucked her into his mouth. Her body, even in sleep, responded, her legs falling open further, allowing him to feast on her delicate flesh.

  *****

  Zoey moaned, her pleasant dream shifting into reality as an orgasm thundered through her body, and her eyes flew open. "Ahhh," she screamed as Declan lapped at her pussy, her hips thrusting against his mouth as her body fluttered and spasmed in delight.

  She had barely come down from her orgasm when Declan sheathed his erection, moving over her until he fit his length at the opening of her vagina. He rubbed her clit with his fingers and took her mouth in a heated, drugging kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, gasping as his tongue and cock entered her at the same time. Her muscles clenched around his length, pulling him deeper inside.

  He held still as her body, her muscles, adjusted to his thick length. Taking her lips in drugging, mind-blowing kisses. Her hands slid around his back, unhindered for the first time in their lovemaking. She hitched her legs up over his hips and they both groaned as he slid impossibly deeper. Never breaking his kiss, Declan shifted his hips, sliding in and out slowly, intent on driving her insane with pleasure. In, out, over and over again, in long, forceful strokes, rotating his hips, pulling her closer until they were melded skin to skin wrapped tightly around each other. And then his slow strokes increased to fast brutal digs.

  He pulled back and she whimpered. But it was only so he could position her legs so that they were hitched over his shoulders, allowing his cock deeper, and hitting her g-spot more directly. He took her hands, threading and locking his fingers with hers above her head.

  From the angle he had positioned her in, she could do nothing except enjoy the feel of his penis as he thrust, pounding himself inside her. She stared into his eyes as he increased the tempo, never looking away from him. And he did the same with her so that each stroke, every sure plunge, made it seem as though their hearts beat staccato in rhythm. Twin drums beating in tune, and touching the other's soul.

  She felt his cock swell and lengthen as he furrowed deeper, growling. Her need swirled and tightened with each stroke. The pleasure mounted while he plunged his shaft, his balls slapped against her ass as she gripped his hands. He yanked one of his hands loose, snaked it down between their bodies, his thumb rubbing her clit as he fucked her with vigor.

  "Ah, ah, ahhh," she screamed, her body splintering as the orgasm barreled through her system. Her pussy clenched around his cock just as he drove into the hilt, his member jerking, and she felt his come spurting hot inside his condom.

  Declan continued thrusting until he had wrung every drop from their combined orgasm. He moved her legs off his shoulders, then kissed her mindless, still buried deep inside her.

  He held himself up on his arms, stroking her face with the back of his hand. "Good morning, lass." He kissed the tip of her nose.

  "Good morning." She smiled and rubbed her hands gently up and down his back, awash in the afterglow. She could get used to waking up this way. He withdrew and rolled onto his side, pulling her along with him.

  She snuggled against him. Her fingers traced slow, lazy strokes on his chest. He was powerfully built and yet was so gentle with her at times—this morning's lovemaking being a prime example. Then there were the times he was fierce, like last night, as though a fury had been unleashed. "Do you have any work today?" she asked.

  "I have some meetings later in the day. I should get up here soon and put in a workout in the gym. Why? Did you have something in mind?" He cocked a devilish grin and she felt her insides melt.

  Did she have plans? She wanted him to be the plan. Resting her chin on his chest, she said, "What about a different sort of workout for today?" Her hand played with his nipple.

  His gaze radiated smoldering passion. "What did you have in mind?"

  Emboldened by his heated response, she decided to show him. She shifted until she sat astride his big gorgeous body, feeling him lengthen again beneath her. L
eaning down, she teased his lips open, her hips grinding against him. On a muttered oath, Declan pulled her close, surrounding her.

  They spent the day in bed, exploring each other's bodies. Declan tied her up so many times, playing her body with the skill of a master, wringing every drop of pleasure from her body. They ate naked in bed and then he showed her why he'd had a crock of honey delivered with their meal.

  By mid-afternoon, Zoey had fallen into a comfortable hazy sleep, more replete and content with her life than she'd ever been. She whimpered in her sleep as he slid from the bed, missing the strong warmth and safety his powerful body provided.

  She woke briefly and pulled his pillow close. Just inhaling his yummy scent calmed her, made her heart flutter and melt. With the scent of sandalwood surrounding her, she settled back into a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Mariachi music blared from the nightstand. Zoey woke with a start, fumbling to reach her phone. Jared had been right. The music on her phone was annoying.

  A picture of her best friend holding a margarita appeared on the screen. Lucy.

  "Hey, Lu. What's up?" She yawned, sitting up against the headboard. Every part of her body was tender. The muscles in her thighs ached, her nipples were sore. Smiling to herself like a cat who stole the neighbor's cream, she'd knew she'd do it all over again.

  "I got your message. So you're staying in some aristocrat's home? Where did you come up with the money for that?" Lucy's voice made her a little homesick. She and Lucy were as close as sisters. Lucy always helped her get out of, what Lucy termed, her 'pity party table for one' moods. Without her friendship, and ability to draw her out of her shell at times, Zoey would never have survived her parents' deaths.

  "He's not charging me. Declan has been the consummate host." She wondered how much she should tell Lucy. Would she be horrified, disappointed, or concerned?

  "It's Declan, huh? Spill. Leave out nothing." And that was why they were such good friends. Lucy knew without much prompting that there was something more going on.