The Dungeon Fantasy Club

by Anya Summers

  He'd love nothing more than to sink himself into that gorgeous pussy of hers, or her puckered rosette, but he was three times her size. And his dick was larger than most, so surely a behemoth like himself would end up harming her delicate form—completely unintentionally, of course. He was the bull in the china shop. Will couldn't be trusted with things that were easily breakable, like women. It was why he was building his virtual reality gaming system. He had not had a permanent Dom/sub relationship since Sonya.

  And he shouldn't.

  As confident as he was in the boardroom and designing gaming systems, he'd lost his nerve as a Dom, hell, as a man when it came to the opposite sex. The callouses on his hand could attest to that.

  That night was the first time in more than a half a dozen years that he'd done a scene with a submissive. He ran his hand over his face. Talk about a scene. He'd thought Kat was an enchanting beauty before and after their kisses in Scotland. He'd spurned her advances the night of Zoey's wedding. Considering she'd had one too many gin and tonics, he knew he'd be taking advantage. So instead, he had walked away from her and gone to bed alone that night, much to his chagrin. Even though she sparked a passionate craving in him the likes of which he'd not experienced before, he could never allow himself to forget for a moment that he had no business putting a woman in harm's way.

  Will had figured when he left Scotland that he wouldn't see Kat ever again. They didn't move in the same circles, even though they were both part of the lifestyle. Even though he had not been practicing the lifestyle in recent years, he still thought of himself as a Dom—a rather neutered Dom, but a Dom nonetheless—and, if he were honest, one with a bit of a sadistic streak.

  All of it had left him thoroughly unprepared for seeing Kat dressed up in school girl club gear. Will had never seen such a lovely sight as her sleek, toned body on display, the barely there red plaid skirt that showed off a wealth of creamy thighs, her bare midriff, and the ivory top cupping her perfect, small breasts. It had taken every ounce of restraint to keep himself from going all caveman on her and hauling her into a private corner to claim her, finding any excuse, really, to put his hands on her. He'd practically beaten his chest like Tarzan.

  Instead of doing the smart thing and hightailing it out of Dungeon Pleasures, far away from the temptation she presented, he'd done one idiotic thing after another. The sadistic beast inside him took hold and he'd planted himself next to her on the couch. A part of him, the sliver of reason remaining, had chided him to the point where he didn't know why he had sat next to her and stayed. Only that it had irked him to see how many Doms had passed by the couch with rapt interest in their gazes for Kat. His Kat. The Dom part of his being had staked his claim on her.

  That didn't mean he would actually do anything about it. But regardless of that, it would be a cold day in hell before he allowed the other interested parties to move in on what he considered his territory. And didn't that make him completely fucked up. Will hadn't lied when he'd told her that if he was enough of a deterrent to ward off an interested Dom, they had no business even considering her for a scene. It had given him a perverse satisfaction that not a single one had the balls to even attempt it.

  And then he'd lambasted himself for being a complete and utter selfish moron. He had no business wanting Kat. Will had been on the cusp of departing the club, had all but convinced himself he was being an idiot, when she'd mouthed off to him. The Dom inside him had clamored to administer punishment. He'd tried giving her an out. Instead of taking the bait, she'd escalated her insults. He still couldn't believe her audacity. Mouthy little sub; she'd waved a red flag in front of his face with her impertinence and back talk. Her flagrant disregard and rule breaking had given him the perfect excuse to get her naked. It didn't matter that he wasn't going to discipline her in the usual fashion—as the offended Dom, it had been his right to decide the manner of her punishment.

  And, sweet Christ, the woman should always be naked, with her taut body, and breasts that were beautiful swells of flesh with puffy rouge nipples that tempted and begged for a man's mouth. His mouth. He still had not tasted those ripe berries but wanted to spend hours teasing them, seeing what they looked like circled by nipple rings, or clamped.

  His dick twitched at the thought.

  It had taken every ounce of strength Will possessed not to tan her hide, give her the spanking she so richly deserved until the pearly skin flared red and then sink himself into her tight, pink pussy. Instead of giving in to his desires, Will had figured that the safe and sane method, so that he wouldn't have to touch her, had been the fucking machine.

  Biggest fucking mistake of his life.

  Kat had been a revelation as the dildo plunged inside her slick cunt. He hadn't intended to participate in the session. He had foolishly thought he could watch the machine fuck her and stay unmoved. But Will had miscalculated what seeing her bound, naked and begging to come would do to him. Honestly, that night had been one of the most erotic of his life. Pleasure transformed Kat's entire body, and the mewling sounds she emitted were enough to tempt a saint. Will was anything but a saint. His cock had been so painfully hard witnessing her pleasure, he'd thought he could masturbate himself and that would be it.

  Whereas the reality of Kat, as she struggled to obey him while the machine relentlessly fucked her, had been his every wet fantasy brought to life. He'd been so overcome with desire, with his need to feel body tremble her as she came, he'd not been able to stop himself from joining in and fucking her mouth. It would have taken dynamite to blast him away from her. And sweet Christ, her lips surrounding the crest of his cock, her tongue sliding along the ridge, had made him lose all control and he'd almost come on the spot like an untrained teen. Because of Kat, he'd broken the vow he'd made a decade ago, that he would never again participate in the lifestyle or allow himself to lose control with a woman.

  One fucking discipline session with Kat was all it had taken to shred his vow and leave him wanting more. But that could never happen again, no matter how badly he craved feeling her sweet lips sucking on his cock, or yearned to fuck her like his life depended upon it. He needed to avoid her at all costs, even though it pained him to leave her be. It was the right thing to do. The only thing. A woman like Kat was too precious and too easily breakable for the likes of him. Walking away from her was best, for both their sakes.

  "Will."

  His fingers stuttered over the keyboard at her sultry voice and he swiveled in his chair. Fuck me! Was the woman trying to tempt him on purpose? Kat stood, just inside the wooden door jamb, her blonde curls spilling down past her delicate bare shoulders, giving her a just-been-ravished appearance, and wrapped in nothing but his tan bed sheet. Every instinct he possessed urged him to claim her, that she was his and belonged in his bed, writhing beneath him.

  He sucked in a swift breath, trying to steady his raging lust, ignoring how his dick strained against the confines of his pajama pants.

  "What can I do for you?" Will tried like hell to keep it all business. He tried to ignore the way his body responded to her nearness. How his cock twitched and swelled as though begging to feel her lips surround him once more. How his fingers itched to feel the silky strands of her hair again. He did everything he could to focus on anything other than the way his body responded to her.

  "I don't mean to be rude, but where are we?" she asked, biting her succulent bottom lip with white teeth as she studied his office space.

  "My place in Sunset Beach. Why?" She was just far enough out of arm's reach to mess with his sanity. And, Christ, were those her nipples puckered under the sheet? His mouth watered, hungry for the taste of the taut peaks. He remembered how incredible her breast had felt in his hand, the soft swell of flesh, the pebbled point of her nipple as smooth as silk.

  "Oh. I see. Are you coming back to bed, Sir?"

  A ball of lust unlike anything he'd ever felt deluged his system at her frank words. Honestly, he'd have loved nothing more than to tear up the shee
ts with her all night long, until neither of them could move from sheer exhaustion. The problem with that scenario was his size. He could seriously hurt her to the point where she may not recover if he lost control. Will couldn't risk that, risk her, just to satiate his own lusts.

  Resolved to deny himself in order to protect her, he cleared his throat and responded, "I have some work I need to complete. Feel free to make yourself at home."

  She pouted those plump rouge lips of hers that just begged to be sucked on. Will could tell he would need to jack himself off after this, considering the way his cock jerked in her direction, nearly pointing at what it wanted. He couldn't allow himself to be led around by his dick.

  "It can't wait?" Kat's expression was a mix of hopeful and sensual. He didn't miss the fact that she was as affected by him as he was by her. The way her gaze all but lapped at him like a hungry cat.

  He flexed his hands, clutching at the arm rests. He was the boss. Of course the coding could wait if he made that decision. He had leagues of people who worked for him who could carry the slack if he didn't want to put in an eighty-hour week. For Will it was a convenient excuse, a diversionary tactic. If he put his hands on her, he was lost. Because when it came to Kat, he walked a fine line between indulging in his desires and doing the right thing, the safe choice, where no harm would come to her.

  "No," he choked out. His rebuttal sounded weak even to his ears. Fuck, if a tiny slip of a woman could upend his composure with just a few words, they were both doomed.

  "Are you sure?" At the seductive gleam in her azure eyes his gut clenched, and he clamped the arm rests of his office chair more tightly using every last shred of control he had left in his arsenal. Then she dropped the bed sheet she'd been using as a toga. The tan, thousand thread count sheet fluttered to the ground in a heap at her feet.

  Good Christ! She was fucking perfection. His body roared to life in a nanosecond. His cock pulsed and strained at the confines of his pajama bottoms. Mine, his body said.

  The woman was dancing with her own doom as she sauntered over to him, her hips rolling suggestively. Her breasts swayed, making his mouth suddenly go dry. She had desire burning in her eyes.

  A dervish took up residence inside Kat, one that was needy and desperate to submit to Will in every way possible. The way his gaze caressed her body, all but fucking her with his eyes, scorched her from the inside out. Her senses still heightened from his discipline session, she'd woken up in his enormous lake of a bed aching for a completion that she knew deep down in her soul he was the only one who could give to her. And she didn't plan on leaving Will's house until she had experienced the bounty his body had to offer.

  Arousal darkened his molten chocolate gaze, his hungry stare stoked the fires in her core. With her head held high, she padded across the fifteen-foot distance between them. Ignoring the bevy of computer monitors, tech gear, and the multitude of built in shelving units, she focused all of her energy on seducing Will.

  Was it wrong of her to try and seduce him?

  With each footstep, her arousal grew, until she stood before him, so close she could monitor the measured rise and fall of his bare chest as he breathed. His eyes had turned black with his desire for her.

  Time seemed suspended as she stared at him, waiting for him to take over, to reach for her. This close up, she could see the tiny gold flecks in his dark chocolate eyes. Need quaked through her system. Her nipples pebbled into rigid points, her sex throbbed. One touch, and she'd go off like a rocket. The air grew heavy, spiced with the electric need swirling between them. Seconds passed, and yet it could have been hours as she waited for him to take over, to touch her again.

  Will seemed frozen to the spot, his body rigid. Her gaze caressed the handsome lines of his bare chest, noting the firm muscles humming with tension. His hands clenched against the arm rests with such force, Kat was surprised the chair was still intact. Why didn't he make a move?

  She licked her lips at the impressive bulge tenting his navy pajama bottoms. She yearned to taste his salty skin and feel him erupt in her mouth again. The bulbous head, poking at the confines of his pants, drew her rapt attention. Kat's own body responded, her sex quivering in needy anticipation to feel his length pounding inside her.

  Oh, Will wanted her, if for no other reason than because she was standing before him, naked and female, but she'd take what she could get. Dammit, she wasn't looking for a marriage proposal, she just wanted to have extremely naughty sex with him—once, twice, however many times it took to satiate her covetous ache for him.

  She tore her gaze away from his crotch, hunger humming through her system. Her breath came out in short, shallow pants. She fisted her hands, yearning to touch him but needing him to surrender to the potent desire that seemed present whenever they neared one another. Why didn't he do something? Anything? At the tiniest signal from him, she'd take over, toss her submissive genes out the window for a chance to quench her thirst for him, even though she wanted him to dominate her in the worst way. The thought of him restraining her again and fucking her into oblivion was almost more than she could take.

  She yearned not just for his giant cock but for his dominance, too. She longed to submit, have him push her body past its limits and revel in the exquisite pleasure. Will gritted his jaw so tightly, she was amazed he didn't break a tooth. But the dratted, stubborn man, who so obviously desired her, wasn't doing a damn thing about it. As much as his body might be responding to hers, she must be off the mark and he didn't want her.

  His denial of their chemistry ripped her soul into confetti.

  Deflated, feeling wetness creep into her eyes, Kat stepped a fraction away from him, heavy-hearted that her gamble to seduce him had failed. When his large hands yanked her into his lap, she nearly cried out in joy.

  His mouth claimed hers before her brain caught up. Intense coils of need spread as he devoured her like a drowning man finally getting a chance to breathe. He wanted her. The tsunami force of his desire shocked her. His hunger encompassed her, controlled her, and she yielded to the volatile force of his desire. His tongue invaded her mouth as he kissed her like a man about to face a firing squad.

  Kat returned his kiss with all her pent-up frustration. She couldn't get enough of him. His lips were firm and she tasted the faintest hint of mint. His beard grazed against her chin, sending tingles sparking through her system.

  She gasped as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, taking their kiss deeper. She tangled her tongue with his as she straddled him, pressing up against his bare chest, moaning at the skin to skin contact. Will was her every dark fantasy brought to life. He imprisoned her against him, plundering her mouth, nipping at her lips.

  Kat couldn't get close enough. He dominated her with his size, with his strength, and with the potency of his need. Will thrust inside her mouth and it reverberated into her pussy. But it was the bulge fitted between the apex of her thighs that drove her wild, she ground her hips over him. His size and girth filled her with the first lingering traces of fear. Will was so huge, she didn't know if all of him would fit.

  And then she lost all train of thought; arching into him, pleading for more for his wild passion. Will freed her mouth, bent her backwards just slightly, and enveloped one of her nipples with his lips. A thousand pinpoints of pleasure burst inside her as he tugged and laved at the rigid peak. Her unrestrained hands slid into his thick hair, holding him against her breast as he alternated between his tongue flicking against the taut nub, biting down against the engorged bud, sending shockwaves of need barreling to her sex, and then slurping at her pebbled point as though he wanted to inhale her so deeply that she became a part of him.

  He switched from one breast to the other, moving back and forth between them as he gorged on her flesh. Will was relentless in his pursuit, showing her with more than words, as his tongue lashed at her nipple, driving her need higher, that he commanded her pleasure and her surrender.

  Kat keened when he nipped and bit do
wn upon the rigid peak in his mouth. Lightning bolts of pleasure pain shot straight to her sex. Her sex wept, slick against his erection sliding against her folds.

  She shook her head to try and clear the haze that had overridden her brain. But all she could think, all she could feel, was Will.

  He lashed at the nipple with a series of teasing flicks and then ran his tongue in circles around the sensitive point before drawing the nub into his mouth.

  As she rocked her hips, the friction created torrents of need. She needed him inside her. Now. She didn't want to delay any further no matter how stellar the foreplay. Her hands traveled south, caressing his chest, fingering through the whirls of hair as they descended over his rock hard abdominals, following the happy trail until they reached the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Her fingers traced the elastic. Will slurped on her nipple and her head fell back. The man knew just the right pressure as he gave a series of bites against the sensitive peak.

  As her eyes crossed, Kat slid her hands inside his pants to his enormous erection. He growled against her skin as she cupped him. Pulling his length free of its confines, she marveled at the size. Last night, she'd been in such a haze of lust she hadn't realized just how large he was even as he had fucked her mouth. Tremors of unease spiraled inside her. Would he even fit? He wasn't just longer than any man she'd been with, but wider. And there was only one way to find out. With need clawing at her system, even mingled with fear, Kat yearned to feel him gliding inside her channel. She canted her hips up, still holding his cock, and fit the bulbous head at the entrance of her pussy.