The Dungeon Fantasy Club

by Anya Summers

  He kept her prisoner with his left hand buried in her hair, not allowing her freedom of movement, but she returned his kiss with just as much fervor. Bastian slid his right hand down her neck, tracing his fingers over the delicate bones in her shoulders, down over the slopes of her generous breasts. His hand tugged and teased over her swollen nipples. He groaned into her mouth at the feel of those tight peaks. He plucked and rolled them between his fingers, drinking down her surprised moans. Traveling further south, his hand smoothed over the soft slight swell of her belly, the skin incredibly smooth and pliant, and then he went to the waistband of her black spandex panties. His fingers danced along the rim, toying with her flesh before he slid them underneath the stretchy fabric to her bare pussy. Bastian's fingers traced her mons and labia folds, the delicate skin slick with her desire. The subtle vibrations from the bullet pulsed against his fingers as he delved between her folds to the engorged nub of her clit.

  She whimpered into his mouth as his fingers stroked over her swollen bud. He rubbed and circled the taut nub. He flicked the delicate flesh in a series of rapid fire caresses, meant to drive her body over the brink.

  Delilah's keening moans were sweet music to his ears. Regretfully, he released her succulent mouth with a nip of her pouty bottom lip. Her cries spilled around them. Bastian pinched the sensitive flesh of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and said, "Come, Delilah."

  Her nipples stabbed up in the air, her head fell back, and she screamed in a deep, sexy alto that made his balls tighten in need.

  "Ahhh." Her body quaked and shook as her release detonated in her system at his command. She was gorgeous as she came. Delilah's body trembled, her chest heaving as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she panted. The pulse in her neck thrummed and fluttered. Sweat dampened her skin, and Bastian desired nothing more than to spread her body out before him and lick every square inch of her flesh.

  Instead of giving in and sating his lust, Bastian cared for Delilah, who was now reclining limply on the barstool. He shut off and removed the bullet vibrator from her drenched sheath, tossing it in the trash behind the bar. Then he accepted a blanket from Jared with nod of gratitude.

  Undoing her restraints, before she could slip off the stool into a puddle on the floor, he wrapped her up in the blanket and carried her over to the nearest empty couch. Her body still shook in his arms from the force of her release. Although he suspected she could use a few more orgasms before she was fully sated. And, by god, he would be the Dom to give them to her. Bastian couldn't remember ever being so fully entranced by a sub. He fitted her lush body on his lap until she was burrowed up against him. The feel of her plush ass against his straining cock was enough to make him groan. Instead of doing what he wanted, which entailed having her ride him while he held onto the soft globes of her ass and watched her gorgeous tits bounce and sway above him, he ran his hands over her back in a soothing, calm manner.

  This little sub was in distress, and before the night was done, he'd get to the bottom of it.

  "Why did you want to leave before you'd found release, love?"

  She shuddered against his hold, seeming to crawl inside herself.

  "Because I'm fat and no one wants to watch something like that."

  He sucked in a swift breath. Christ on a stick. Was she lush, yes, but any idiot worth his salt knew a beauty when they found it. "Why would you think that?"

  She was in enough subspace from her discipline and orgasm to answer him honestly.

  "Because that's what I am. Ethan always said so, and that everyone at the clubs we frequented were too polite to say it to my face." The dejected note in her voice damn near broke his jaded heart.

  "Whoever this Ethan fellow is, he's a right daft prick. You are a gorgeous sensual woman, with the most beautiful set of tits I've ever seen, and considering the amount of women who flash me on stage, I think I have an inside edge."

  That got him a small laugh. "Don't try to make me feel better. I know what I am. And I'd like to go to my room now."

  "Not until you see yourself in a better light. Feel this." He pulled her tiny hand from where it was clasping the blanket down to the firm bulge straining against his pants, "This is all your doing. Only for you, not any other sub in this place."

  She stilled in his arms at his actions. He heard the soft intake of breath against his chest, felt the stab of her nipples upon his naked chest. Her delicate fingers felt like heaven pressed up against his cock. Even with the leather barrier between the two, her touch scorched him to cinders. When her hand inadvertently cupped him, Bastian felt his eyes roll back in his head. He had to tread carefully here. One wrong move and this little sub would shut down. He knew it instinctually.

  "Who's Ethan?"

  "My manager and my ex."

  "I see. And when did you two call it quits?"

  "Over Thanksgiving weekend."

  "And how long had you been together?"

  "Four years, romantically."

  He'd like nothing more than to pulverize the man who had obviously drummed it into the songbird's brain that she wasn't attractive. Bastian was suddenly desperate to prove to her just how desirable she was. She seemed unaware that her fingers were lightly caressing the outskirts of his erection of their own accord. She was one lovely, sensual woman, and he would show her before the night was over just how gorgeous she was, if she would let him.

  He shifted her until her face was tipped up to his so he could watch the emotions in her eyes as he began his campaign. His hands caressing her body switched from merely soothing her into seducing her, roving over her sensitized flesh, and drumming up her desire. Passion flooded her heavy-lidded gaze when his hands grazed her over sensitive nipples.

  He wanted her. More than he wanted air to breathe.

  "Come to one of the play rooms with me, Delilah. Let me pleasure you for tonight."

  Her parted lips snapped shut at his words and her body went rigid.

  "I'd like to go to my room, Sir."

  Her body had gone from supple and sleek to 'hands off' in under two seconds. As much as he wanted to press, he also didn't want to do more harm to the little sub. She obviously was fighting some massive turmoil over her ex, not that he blamed her, and it would take more time to push past her defenses. Well, they were both here all week.

  "I'll see that you get there."

  He placed her on her feet, stood up himself, helped her collect her dress, and led her toward the elevator.

  "I can get there myself," she protested, holding the blanket around her form like a shield. It made him want to cuddle her more.

  "Not going to happen. I will deliver you to your room and make sure you get there. No more arguing."

  Bastian pushed the call button on the elevator, noting the way Delilah clasped her dress over the blanket and looked like she wanted to run at the first chance. He wouldn't allow that. She was too fragile for him to even think of letting her go it alone. Just then, both Darla and Alexandra sauntered by, rolling their hips in blatant invitation. Bastian felt more than saw Delilah study his reaction to them. They were beautiful creatures in their own right, but he wasn't interested in them. He appreciated their beauty but it was Delilah who held all his attention. His band mates would snatch up the unattached subs while they were here, and they deserved a bit of fun.

  Instead of accepting the women's offers, he nodded in acknowledgement as the elevator dinged, and with an arm around Delilah's low back, escorted her inside. He pressed the button for the third floor as the doors slid silently closed, shutting out the club noise so that they were truly alone.

  Delilah studied him with an odd expression on her face as the elevator rose.

  "You could have gone with them, you know. I know you haven't…" she pointed toward his crotch, "gotten your own release tonight. I'd be fine on my own."

  Except something told him she wouldn't be. This was the point he was attempting to drive home with her.
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  "I don't want to slate my lust with either of them. I want you. I told you before; this is all you, love."

  The short songstress made a move then, hitting the stop button on the elevator as she whispered under her breath, "Fuck it," and launched herself into his arms. The blanket and dress slid to the floor so that she stood nearly nude for all that bra of hers covered. Bastian wouldn't have been more surprised if she'd taken a tire iron to his skull. She plastered her delectable body to his, her lips covering his, urging him to return her fire.

  It took Bastian's system all of two seconds to reload and take over. He crushed her body to his, pushing her back up against the wall, growling in delight at the feel of her lush form pressed intimately to his.

  He feasted, plundering her mouth, her passion rocking him to the soles of his boots. Hunger engulfed him, thrummed inside his body. His cock strained inside his leathers. He nudged her thighs open with his knees and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. At the contact with her apex, he ground his hips, hissing at the feel of her against his leather clad cock. She may have launched the first volley, but by god, he'd not let her stop until neither of them could move.

  Chapter 4

  Bastian surrounded her. His big body crowded hers up against the elevator wall. She whimpered at the deliriously exquisite feel of his crotch rubbing against her sex. Her moisture drenched panties posed little impediment to the firm ridge of his cock encased in leather as he ground his pelvis against hers.

  Delilah wasn't quite sure what had happened to her sensible nature. One minute, she'd been absolutely sure the best course of action would be to retreat to her bedroom and let the insistent flames Bastian had created in her body extinguish into ash before reemerging. And then the next, she was kissing him like her life depended on it. Deep down, she knew it had been his dismissal of the other subs in favor of escorting her to her room. But she didn't want to examine that. Couldn't, in fact, as her brain just clicked off when Bastian's mouth left hers and closed around one of her nipples.

  He had magic in his mouth as he lavished her with deep, intense sucks that made her arch her back to give him more of her. He palmed her other breast, teasing the taut nub. Waves of sensation flooded her system. When his mouth moved from one breast to its twin, she felt her eyes cross from the sheer, stark pleasure wreaking havoc on her insides. Her fingers threaded into his black hair, holding him to her chest, not wanting him to end the delicious torment.

  By the time Bastian released her breast and headed further south, Delilah was near mindless. Her breaths came in sharp pants as her need ratcheted higher. Bastian untangled her legs from about his waist, making her whine at the loss, setting her feet on the floor, but then he shifted her body into the corner and put her arms on the hand rails on either side.

  "Keep your hands there, understood?"

  He nipped at her belly and made her groan.

  "Yes, Sir," she said on a gasp as he ripped the fabric of her panties and knelt at her feet.

  Her body clenched in sweet anticipation as the remnants of her panties fluttered to the floor and his dark head moved between her thighs. He spread her legs with his large hands, granting him access to her sex.

  "You're gorgeous," he said on a muffled growl as he attached his mouth to her pussy.

  Bastian didn't ask for permission, or gently seduce. He plundered. He took. With nothing but his tongue and teeth, he drove her body up a startling cliff of passion so stark and intense it was blinding. He delved deeper, his tongue swishing over her swollen clit and driving her wild. He maneuvered her body, pushing her thighs further apart so he could drive deeper, wedging her body so that each one of her thighs rested over his impressively strong shoulders.

  Her fingers gripped the hand rails as she was suspended on his shoulders. She was completely reliant on his strength, his control, and she watched as he gorged himself on her pussy. Had she ever seen a more erotic sight than his dark head between her thighs, giving her the most rigorous oral sex of her life? He held her in place and their gazes clashed while he tongued her clit at a pace bent on destroying her inhibitions. When he slurped her clit hard into his mouth, her body drew back and snapped like a rubber band.

  "Ohhh," she wailed, never breaking eye contact with him. The hunger in his hazel depths had made them turn almost black with his desire and he milked her orgasm, never letting up or releasing her clit. He nipped and sucked, lashing the nub with his tongue in a series of flicks. Her pussy quivered as she rocked against his mouth.

  But Bastian didn't stop, treating her pussy like it was an all you can eat buffet and he was a starving man, starting the whole mind blowing process again and again. For a woman who'd been in a relationship where the majority of her orgasms over the last six months had come from something battery powered, Bastian's mouth was heaven on earth. She'd died, and all she could think was that he was her reward.

  Time lost all meaning in the elevator stopped somewhere between the club and the third floor as Bastian brought her to orgasm so many times, she lost count. All the while her body screamed for more; she didn't want just his tongue thrusting in her sheath, she wanted his cock.

  "Bastian," she keened his name as another climaxed ripped through her system, her body vibrating and shuddering with such force her arms could no longer hold on to the rails.

  And then Bastian stood slowly, gliding his body along hers so she felt every inch of him, and every nerve ending tingled where they touched. He brought her arms up to his shoulders.

  "Hold on to me, love," he growled, the force of his own desire pounding in his dark eyes. Her hands dug into his shoulders as he positioned their bodies, using the corner of the elevator to crowd and hold her body up against. One of his hands undid the ties on his leathers and she felt his full length spring forth as he shoved his pants down.

  The sound of a foil packet ripping was music to her ears and she glanced away from his face to watch between their entwined bodies as he covered himself. His cock was gorgeous. Thick, long, and oh, so hard, she damn near came at the sight. She watched as he grabbed his member, guiding the thick shaft to her passage. And then he was furrowing his hard length inside her quivering sheath in a single, hard, penetrating thrust.

  She panted. He growled. Her body clutched at his large member, expanding as he drove deeper until his balls pressed against her rear. When he was fully seated, he arranged her legs, wrapping them around his waist, so that her heels rested over his taut ass. His hands held her butt as he pressed her back against the wall.

  And then he unleashed his passion, pounding his cock inside her with deliberate, forceful strokes. All Delilah could do was hold on for the ride as he hammered his length inside her. The man was literally fucking her into the stratosphere, and she loved every minute of it. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, now slick with sweat, as he changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing deeper inside her sheath, hitting the lip of her womb with the head of his cock.

  All the while she stared, her lids heavy from the passion swamping her system, into his intense eyes that blasted her with the full brunt of his hunger. Her world boiled down to his length furiously pounding inside her, the slapping of flesh permeating the confined space as his balls smacked against her ass.

  Between one thrust and the next, her body rocketed into orbit and blew.

  "Bastian," she wailed while her body spasmed and clutched at his cock.

  His movements became more hurried as her body trembled and quaked around his. Bastian slammed his cock in a series of rapid thrusts that made her see stars, his hips pistoned, picking up the pace. Inside her clutching sex, his cock swelled and lengthened. His arms held her closer, pulled her tighter, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She clasped him to her as he pounded harder, launching her body to another precipice of release so startling that stars exploded behind her lids as his body went rigid.

  His cocked lurched as he slammed home inside her.

  "Delilah." He said her name on a
growling roar, then a deep rumbled groan vibrated in his chest as he thrust, his cock jolting and filling the condom with seed.

  She held on, her body wilting around him. She couldn't have moved if she'd tried. Bastian moved first, withdrawing his semi flaccid cock from her sex. She whimpered at the movement, protesting.

  "Just want to get you to your bed, love. Bear with me," he murmured into her hair. He set her on her feet and her legs promptly buckled.

  Bastian had barely regained his footing when he put Delilah on her own two feet. When she cried out as her legs gave way, Bastian swooped her up into his arms just before her delectable ass hit the floor.

  "I've got you," he said at her distress.

  He wished like hell he had something more profound to say as he grabbed the discarded blanket and her dress off the floor. Sadly covering her nude form from his gaze, he hit the button on the elevator, resuming service. He fitted her in his arms, carrying her from the elevator when the doors opened on the third floor.

  Only, his brain had leaked into his groin the moment they entered the elevator, and had not returned just yet. He'd like to say he was unaffected by the woman in his arms, and by the incredible sex, but he'd be lying.

  He'd never quite lost control like that before. In an elevator, for pity's sake. Well, there was a first time for everything, he supposed.

  He nudged the door to her room open with his foot after he turned the handle, pushing his way inside, still carrying his bundle. Closing the door behind him with a kick of his boot, he strode over to the bed and laid Delilah down on it.