Mastering Rayne (Club Zodiac Book 4)

by Becca Jameson

  She stifled a moan. If she thought in terms of Colin being the “right man,” she would be doomed. Already she was concerned about how they were going to go back to the way things had been between them before she’d stepped into Roses and Thorns tonight.

  There had been no doubt from the moment he’d suggested dominating her with his rope play that she’d felt something different with him. They clicked. Or at least she felt like they clicked. She couldn’t speak for him. Maybe he was this way with every woman he had sex with. How would she know?

  This night seriously needed to be a one-time deal, she reminded herself once again. She had a full plate. Entering a relationship with anyone wasn’t in the cards. Entering a relationship with a Dom was definitely off the table.

  Submitting to Colin, or any other man for that matter, was easy enough for an evening, but it would be too exhausting to switch her brain back and forth between her stern daytime control and giving that to another in the evenings, while still guarding her privacy.

  She’d never managed to find someone she was even willing to make a long-term commitment to like that, but now was absolutely not the time.

  Colin dipped his lips to kiss the inside of her thigh. He nibbled a path toward her pussy and then surprised her by flicking his tongue over her clit before making more substantial contact.

  She moaned, instinctively trying to lift her ass off the counter. She had no traction, however, since her feet, still clad in heels, were not resting on the counter. They were in the air, hovering above the edge of the island because Colin was holding her thighs so obscenely wide, stretching them above her waist at the same time.

  “Ass on the counter, Rayne.” His voice was firm. “I’m going to enjoy spanking that ass several times later,” he pointed out.

  She knew better than to speak. It would only make things worse. Besides, the idea of his palm on her butt made her clit pulse.

  Shocking her, as she was beginning to realize was his custom, he lowered his face toward her pussy and sucked.

  She cried out, so quickly on the edge of another orgasm, even though he’d made her come not so long ago at the front door. “Sir… I’m going to come,” she warned, unsure what his policy might be on that subject.

  She gripped the edge of the island above her head so hard her knuckles were going to hurt tomorrow. No way was she going to risk what might happen if she let go. Because if he stopped fucking her pussy with his mouth, there was a significant possibility she might die.

  Men had gone down on her over the years. Even some Doms, but none of them had been as talented as Colin. Or maybe he just had the knack for instinctively knowing what she needed.

  When he thrust his tongue inside her and drew out her wetness, he was the one who moaned. God, she loved that sound, and it vibrated through her pussy in a most pleasant fashion.

  Still holding her thighs wide, he fucked her rapidly with his tongue and then removed it to inch up to her clit. His lips wrapped around the tight bundle of nerves, and he flicked it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue.

  “Colin… Sir…”

  He sucked her clit into his mouth next, which pushed her over the edge. Her entire body shuddered as the orgasm consumed her, making her thighs shake violently in his grip.

  She didn’t release the island above her head, but it was a struggle to remind herself not to, while her body was so totally shattered. As she came down from the high, she was shaking.

  Colin licked and tasted her pussy for long moments before breaking free and lifting his face. He was smiling at her as he popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper.

  “Please tell me you have a condom, Sir.” She was on birth control, but she didn’t have condoms in the house, and no way in hell would she have sex without one. No matter how well she knew the man.

  “I do.” He removed it from his back pocket and held it up to her gaze before shrugging out of his jeans and then ripping the wrapper open with his teeth. “You may lower your arms, Rayne. I don’t want them to hurt tomorrow.”

  They were shaking as she lowered them.

  “How much do you work out?” he asked, shocking her. Now? Now, he wanted to discuss her workout routine?

  She shook her head. “Never.” She wasn’t kidding. When the hell would she have fit that into the last year? Besides, she was blessed with a body that seemed to remain slender no matter what she did.

  He rolled his eyes. “You women need to be stronger. How would you fight off an attacker? You need self-defense, at the very least,” he admonished.

  A glance down told her the condom had been rolled onto his impressive cock, and he was now tugging her body closer to the edge of the island.

  Surprising her for the millionth time, he tucked his hands under her shoulder blades and lifted her to sitting. Her legs straddled his thighs. Her face was level with his.

  He tugged her hair free of the band she’d been wearing all evening and ran his hands through the length to shake it loose. With one hand flattened on the center of her back and the other threaded in her hair, he met her gaze and searched it. “Lord, you’re sexy.” And then he closed the distance and kissed her.

  Not a gentle kiss, but a full, deep, passionate kiss. The kind borne of desperation. The kind women dreamed about.

  She grabbed his biceps as his cock bobbed against her pussy. Her mind dashed back and forth between the way his tongue entered her to explore and the way his length stroked her folds. It was hard to concentrate on any one thing.

  He tipped her head to one side, angling it to his liking, and then continued to devour her mouth.

  She tasted herself on his lips. Salty, but not unpleasant. Heady. Powerful.

  By the time he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, she was putty. “I need to be inside you,” he murmured, his voice rough.

  “Please, Sir.” She needed him inside her just as badly.

  As he lined himself up with her entrance, she watched their connection. Her hands were gripping his arms tightly. Instead of thrusting into her as she expected, he lifted her chin with one finger, held her gaze, and slowly slid into her tightness.

  My God, it felt so good. No sexual experience in her life compared to this one. And she noted in the back of her mind that he was not exactly dominating her. Sure, he was controlling the where and when and how, but he was also gentle and paying close attention to her reaction.

  He closed the distance to her lips, kissing her again as he grabbed her hips and thrust in and out of her, slowly, maddeningly slowly.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening the penetration.

  Lost in every stroke of his tongue and cock, she was momentarily confused when he released her lips, met her gaze, and murmured against her mouth. “Touch yourself, Rayne. Make yourself come while I fuck you.”

  She gulped. He wanted her to get herself off while he was inside her? She’d done a lot of interesting things in her life, but not that. For one thing, she’d already had two orgasms. Chances of a third were slim. For another thing, she felt a little self-conscious about his request.

  No. It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

  She released his arm and lowered her shaking fingers to her clit. “Okay, Sir.” Butterflies battled for attention in her belly. Maybe she’d been wrong to feel like he’d stopped dominating her. His tone told her he was still very much in charge.

  He might have been gentle and sweet about their lovemaking, but he was still her Dom right now. Any liberty she felt she’d taken to touch him of her own accord had only occurred because he permitted it.

  He held her gaze. “That’s it. Stroke your clit, baby. I want to watch you unravel one more time.” While he spoke, he eased in and out of her as if it were no big deal to him.

  It was her world. It was everything. Every inch of her, inside and out, was on fire for him. This had undoubtedly been a very bad idea because she could not repeat this performance again. And for the rest of her life, no man would ever li
ve up to this night.

  She was fucked.

  And yet, she wanted more. She tapped her clit and then she dipped her finger to the place where his cock reached inside her. He gritted his teeth. “Rayne…”

  “Sir?” she asked as if she weren’t completely aware of what she was doing to him.

  “Your clit, Rayne. Not my cock.”

  She smiled as she pinched her clit, making her eyes slide closed and losing the intensity of his stare. She went into her head, concentrating on the feel of his girth and the scent of sex all around them. She swirled her finger around the outside of her clit, knowing without a doubt she would indeed come again and not wanting it to happen too soon.

  Colin released her hip and moments later his hand was on top of her, his fingers threaded between hers, making it impossible for her to know which one of them was touching what part of her.

  Then she was right there. That edge. That sweet, sweet spot when she was caught between one side of an orgasm and the other. If only she could have paused right there longer, enjoyed it for minutes instead of seconds. But that was never the case.

  She gasped, her legs stiffening around him as she came.

  “Oh yeah…” Colin continued to use her fingers to stroke her clit, but he picked up the pace. “Damn, your pussy feels so good around me. So damn good.” His voice was wavering.

  She blinked her eyes open to find him staring down at their connection. He tugged their combined hands away and pressed her palm against his chest, and a second later, he growled out his own release.

  Primal.

  Human.

  Real.

  So fucking amazing.

  CHAPTER 6

  Rayne was kneeling on the floor in the living room in front of Colin fifteen minutes later. Her hands were bound behind her back, and he’d situated a small footstool between her heels to force her legs apart.

  He was feeding her little bites of food, and she was ravenous.

  She was also naked. So was he.

  Two things struck her after they finished having sex. One, the man was not the sort to roll over and “go to sleep.” Two, he did not stop dominating her. In fact, it had seemed he’d almost taken a step back while they had sex, but now that they were finished, he was back in full control.

  He’d cleaned her up with a wet towel and then carried her into the living room and situated her to his liking. With no modesty at all, he moved around, his cock still halfway erect. He left her for several minutes only to return with a plate of cheese and fruit, which made her realize how hungry she was.

  As he fed her another morsel of apple, he ran a finger down her body. “You need to work out.”

  He was going to lecture her now?

  He shot her a grin. “Turns out I know a personal trainer who has an opening.”

  She flinched. The mention of a future engagement between them was unexpected. She’d made it clear she had no interest in a tomorrow.

  “What’s that look?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “I gave my sister the same lecture yesterday. You women need to be better prepared. You never know what you might encounter.” He lifted one brow. “Especially if you work with disgruntled husbands.”

  She worked with far more than disgruntled husbands. If he thought that incident in her office was worth mentioning, he had no idea what the lives of women on the run were like.

  Granted, not every divorce case she took on was dangerous. Some were amicable arrangements in which she represented either the husband or the wife. But those were the easy cases.

  The truth was Rayne had a strong desire to help the underprivileged. It went back to her days in law school when she’d interned as a legal advocate for abused women. Something about that job had really gotten to her and helped guide her to do the sort of work she did today.

  It was why she volunteered two days a week at various shelters, offering legal advice and helping abused women find a way out of their circumstances. Those husbands were the real threat. Not rich assholes who thought they could throw their weight around and get her to cower.

  “Why are you staring at me so skeptically?” he asked.

  She realized she hadn’t answered his first question. “I don’t exactly have time to go to the gym these days, Colin.” She hadn’t called him Sir, but then again, he had tread a little out of bounds with this line of conversation.

  Apparently he disagreed. He tweaked one of her nipples and met her gaze. “Don’t lose form just because we’re having an important discussion.”

  She straightened her back, but she knew he was referring to her lack of respect. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “You have to make time for working out. Everyone does. I don’t like to think of you as being vulnerable. There is no way you could fight off an attacker in your current state. What if that asshole I saw in your office confronted you on the street?”

  She flinched, unable to keep from grimacing.

  “Rayne! Please tell me that didn’t happen.” His body stiffened as he leaned forward.

  She closed her eyes and lowered her gaze.

  He groaned.

  It wasn’t like she could lie to him about something this important. “He was standing next to my car the next night when I left work. But don’t worry. I ignored him and drove away. It happens.”

  “It happens.” His voice rose. “That doesn’t make me feel better at all.”

  She didn’t respond. He was right.

  “Will you let me work with you?” he asked as he slid another bite of cheese between her lips.

  She chewed that bite and then swallowed, scared out of her mind about how he might react to her next words, but they needed to be said. “I thought tonight was kind of a one-time thing, Sir. It might be weird to socialize after…what we just did.”

  He smiled. “We’re grown adults. I’m sure we’ll manage. Besides…” He stood with the empty plate in his hand and grasped her chin. “I think we need to renegotiate our arrangement.” With that, he left her trembling on her knees for a minute while he took the plate to the kitchen.

  He returned with the glass of wine, full this time. He lifted it to her lips and helped her get a sip before sitting on the sofa across from her and taking a drink himself. After several moments, he spoke again, holding her gaze. “I know you said you’re busy and you aren’t interested in more than one night, but that was before we knew how good we would be together.”

  He was right. Her stomach clenched, and her nipples stiffened again under his intensity, even though the subject matter was disconcerting.

  He continued, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, not one ounce of concern for his nudity. “I won’t pressure you to go out with me, Rayne, but I do want you to know I’m interested in exploring this thing between us. I’m busy too. I’m in over my head between my clients and getting ready to open the new Zodiac.

  “However, I will pressure you to let me teach you some self-defense and show you how to get in better shape, because I don’t like the idea of any woman being unable to protect herself. No strings attached. We start this week.”

  She gasped. “Colin…”

  He shook his head. “Don’t say no. Think about it. You have my number. I have yours.” He leaned closer. “Now, you owe me a spanking.”

  She nodded slowly, her head spinning from the way he so quickly changed the subject to something that totally made her pussy clench. If he thought she would experience some sort of remorse for any action by spanking her, he was sorely mistaken.

  She’d been spanked before, both erotically and for punishment. Not often. But a few times out of curiosity. Turned out, she didn’t really respond well to spanking as punishment, and there was a chance she would even moan as he swatted her. But that was not information she chose to share.

  Colin stood, kicked the stool out from between her feet, and helped her stand. As he lowered himself back onto the sofa, he pulled her over his lap. She still wore the heels. Maybe he liked them. But even with them on, she could
not reach the floor. He positioned her so that her breasts hung on the other side of his thighs and her ass was centered. Her arms were still constrained at her lower back.

  “Safeword?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  He smoothed his hand over her butt and then lifted it and swatted her right cheek.

  She flinched, her mouth falling open. Luckily, he couldn’t see her face. Her eyes were wide. Her ass cheek stung, but in a good way. And wetness pooled between her legs.

  He landed the next blow to her other cheek, and then he rubbed them both, soothing the burn. “You okay, Rayne?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice came out stronger than she expected.

  “May I continue?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He held her wrists at her lower back with one hand while he swatted her several times in a row with his other hand. He covered her entire ass, leaving no inch untouched.

  It burned. It stung. It was probably red.

  But it felt so good at the same time.

  She knew there were lots of submissives who enjoyed the release of a good spanking. She supposed she was one of them. But she had never told anyone.

  His hand smoothed over the sting, making her squirm. An uninvited moan escaped her lips.

  He leaned his body toward where her head hung and grabbed her chin, forcing her to tip her head his direction. “Fuck me,” he stated. He pushed her legs apart and slid his hand between them.

  He was still watching her expression as his fingers found what they were looking for.

  “My God, woman.”

  She tried to look away.

  He didn’t let her. “Uh-uh. Look at me while I finger you. You’re soaked. You enjoyed that?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  He removed his hand from between her legs and grabbed her waist to stand her on her feet. For a few seconds, he held her gaze, taking in her expression. “Did you know?”