No Accounting for Love [Club Libertine 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Diane Leyne

  Andie went limp. The last time she had an orgasm when she wasn’t alone was back, early in her marriage. She didn’t want to think just how long it had been, but Duncan had been able to give her one using just his hand. He hadn’t even kissed her properly. Maybe he would come home with her and make love to her. She could feel his erection. He’d been hard much of the night. He must be very uncomfortable. She owed it to him to take care of him the way he’d taken care of her.

  But she didn’t get the chance. Duncan had hustled her back to the staff area, rounding up Lindy and Jake as he went. Lindy had helped her get her things and wrapped the coat around her.

  As they were leaving, she realized that Duncan was staying behind. She was bereft, and then she suddenly felt inadequate. Why didn’t he want her? Was he just trying to prove his skill? Why didn’t he want her?

  But he was smiling so sweetly and mischievously at her as he came up and gave her big hug and then put his mouth on hers, and he—there was no other word for it—ravished her mouth, his own aggressive tongue invading her mouth.

  And then he pulled back, his expression serious and sensual at the same time.

  “Don’t forget. Tomorrow is the partners’ meeting at three. Then we are booked on the 6:50 nonstop to LAX. Bring your suitcase with you and we’ll head to the airport right after the meeting. Turns out Mac’s partner has a few potential sites to show us and partners to meet with. Sorry for the short notice, but sometimes these things move quickly. Pack something professional for the meetings and pack the tiniest bathing suit you have for the pool afterward.”

  And then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and a smack on the butt and turned and walked back into the club.

  Chapter Eight

  They were lying by the infinity pool, sipping drinks and enjoying the sunset. Duncan was in a great mood. It had started at the airport when he’d realized she had still been wearing his training collar when she left the club, and she still had it on now.

  He looked over at her. She was making notes on her tablet about the locations they’d seen. The three properties they’d visited as possible locations for Club Libertine LA had been a bust. But this beach house they were staying in was a big win. Duncan snuck another look over at Andie. He’d known that if she did bring a bathing suit, it would be a full-coverage one, so he’d made sure that one more to his liking was available.

  She’d reluctantly put on the bikini he’d brought for her, but now she was relaxing on the lounger sipping the orange juice. Duncan had decided that today he was making his move and he wanted her clearheaded. No more booze for either of them. They’d had enough at their disastrous lunch meeting.

  He looked at her ripe hips, covered only by a small scrap of white material that tied at her hips. He wanted so badly to pull those ties and let the material fall to the ground, baring her pussy to him. And he wanted inside her so badly. But he was a patient man.

  His eyes moved higher. But first, he’d get her out of her top, he decided. He’d bury his face in her lush breasts, and he’d suck on her nipples until she couldn’t take it any more. He wondered how sensitive her breasts were. Could he give her an orgasm just by playing with them, or would he enjoy that more than she did? His eyes narrowed. He could just see her nipples jutting out through the fabric. He took that as a sign she was feeling something, too. He had to suppress a groan as his imagination pictured her with nipple clamps on her bared breasts.

  With an effort, he dragged his mind back to what she was saying. She was still ranting about the idiot who they’d met for lunch and who had wanted to partner with Club Libertine. He’d been such a stereotype that it had been all Duncan could do not to laugh in his face. The man was a wannabe. He had no idea about what a real Dom was like. He was so “in your face” about it that it was almost laughable. Or it was until he tried to order Andie around. A Dom did not order another man’s sub around, especially outside a club.

  The man showed Andie zero respect. He demanded to be called Master Frederick. And he’d tried to show off his dominance so ostentatiously that even sweet, kind, reserved Andie had ended up laughing in his face when he’d bragged how he gave all of his women multiple orgasms, but not until they crawled and begged. It had taken Duncan about five minutes to cross him off the list of potential partners, but he also didn’t want to alienate him. Maybe he was teachable. So they’d stayed for the lunch he’d ordered.

  Duncan had been worried about Andie, but when he realized that she was amused rather than offended, he’d relaxed. He’d hoped that he and the men of Club Libertine had given her a better understanding on Doms and she wouldn’t be put off by this idiot, and it seemed they had.

  For the whole ride back to the beach house, she’d laughed and laughed, bringing up one idiocy after another. She was relaxed and happy, and that meant Duncan could be relaxed and happy.

  And when they got home, they’d walked together up the foot walk to the front door just like a regular couple, his hand on her back, her laughing and leaning into him. And when he’d suggested they go for a swim, she’d hesitated, so he demanded to see the swim suit. Just as he suspected. He confiscated the suit despite her protests, returning with the one he’d brought.

  She argued, but in the end, the pool was just too tempting. She just changed into it and came out and picked a lounger in the shade. He sighed. If she stayed in the shade, he wouldn’t have an excuse to rub lotion all over her body. But the way his cock reacted to even the thought of rubbing his hands on her body, it was probably just as well.

  And, besides, they had one more day there. The weather forecast was perfect. And he’d get up early and sabotage the shelter so she’d have to lie in the sun and she’d have to let him rub her down.

  He watched her from behind his dark glasses. She was so adorable as she frowned over the notes she was taking. But then she put down the tablet and turned to him. Clearly, she was still stuck on that idiot from this morning.

  “Oh, please. That idiot Frederick and his obsession with multiple orgasms. I don’t see how someone that self-involved can give anyone an orgasm except maybe himself. And I think the whole multiple orgasm thing is a myth. I’d be satisfied with a single orgasm during sex.”

  Ahh, thought Duncan. That was what she was stuck on. He’d tread carefully, but if he played his cards right, he could be the one to show her that multiple orgasms weren’t a myth. They just took a man who was attuned to his woman’s needs and with the patience to give her what she needed before he took what he needed.

  “Seriously? You were that easily satisfied and still your ex complained? Your goal was a single orgasm during a sex session? That was enough for you?”

  “I said it was a goal, not what I got. It would have been nice to have one every time, but mostly he got off and I lay there unsatisfied. He said that it was my fault. I was too much work.”

  She tried to keep her tone neutral but Duncan could hear the undertone of bitterness.

  “Too much work? What a tool. The man sounds incompetent. No wonder you’re turned off by sex. If you were with someone who knew how to please a woman, you wouldn’t be so blasé about orgasms.”

  “And I guess you consider yourself an expert?”

  “I have been known to make a woman scream with pleasure.” He grinned at her.

  “If you are so good, then why can’t you be equals with a woman in bed? Why the whole Dom/sub thing? I mean, when we are working, you treat me like an equal and don’t seem to have issues when I tell you what to do. How is it different with sex?”

  “Outside the bedroom, I have zero problem with a woman being in charge. When it comes to accounting and such, you are the expert, and I’m happy to follow your lead and take guidance from you. Have I ever made you feel like I was trying to order you around in the office?” He waited for her to think back on the last week and then admit that he hadn’t.

  “But when it comes to sex, well, that’s different. I’ve always had a need for control in the bedroom. Or ki
tchen, living room, or pool area.” He grinned wolfishly at her, enjoying her blush.

  “It is just a part of me. I need my woman to give herself to me completely. I need to own every inch of her body. And in return, I’ll take good care of her. Her pleasure and her pain are mine. I’ll teach her, train her to please me in ways you can’t imagine. In return, I’ll please her. I’ll give her as many orgasms as she can handle. I’ll push her limits and give her pleasures that she can’t even imagine. It will be my privilege and responsibility to take care of her.

  “But in return, I expect obedience and submission. She will do what I say, relating to carnal activities only, of course, when I say, how I say it. If she disobeys or hesitates, I will not hesitate to administer correction or punishment.”

  “Punishment?”

  “You’ve been at the club long enough. You’ve seen subs being punished. I’ve watched you watching them. I’ve seen the hunger in your eyes. You long for a man to take you in hand, to guide you, to take responsibility for you. The men in your life have always criticized you and tried to make you feel inferior. You are so in control in all aspects of you life. I believe you want to, in just this single area, be able to relax and hand over control. I think you want a man who’ll devote himself to your pleasure and expect, no, demand the same from you. You want and deserve to be an equal in the boardroom and the living room. In the bedroom, you want to give up the responsibility and be taken care of no matter how un-PC that sounds. You want someone who’ll challenge you when you play it safe and push you to try things you never imagined yourself doing.

  “And you want a man who’ll fuck your brains out on a regular basis.”

  * * * *

  “And you think you are the man for the job?” She didn’t deny his words. She couldn’t. He painted a picture in her mind. She could see herself naked and kneeling at his feet, and the thought scared her and thrilled her. But old habits died hard, and old fears died harder. Any man she’d ever depended on had let her down, mocking her for her inability to meet their standards.

  “I want to guide you, to train you to please me. And in return, I’ll give you mind-blowing orgasms, and I’ll take care of you.”

  “And if I let you down, you’ll mock me, despise me.”

  “No. If you don’t meet my standards, it’s myself I’ll be mad at. A Dom is responsible for his sub’s pleasure. If you can’t give me what I want, then I did a piss-poor job of training you. It will be my fault and no one else’s.”

  “And if I’m just not very orgasmic? Not all women are, you know.”

  “Well, I’d beg to differ, based on your reactions Saturday night. And I honestly don’t think that many women aren’t orgasmic. I think that most of the time, it’s the lack of skill or patience on the part of the man. Jeez. Give me half an hour and you’ll be so hot and horny and exhausted from coming that you’ll barely have the strength to beg me to fuck you properly.”

  “You really are arrogant, aren’t you? Got anything else to boast about?”

  “It’s not arrogance when it’s the truth. And as for bragging, well I’ve got nine inches in my pants that’s as hard as steel with wanting you. Sometimes I think I’ve been hard since we met.”

  “See, that’s where I’m different. I really don’t ever get really, um, horny. I don’t crave sex. Since my divorce three years ago, I’ve probably only had sex a handful of times, and they weren’t any better than with my ex.”

  “Okay. That does it. Get your bottoms off now. I’m going to eat you out, and you are going to scream with pleasure, and then you’ll understand what the heck I’m talking about.”

  Her hands went automatically to the ties at the side of her bikini bottom before she even realized what she was doing, and then she stopped herself, her hands shaking. She looked at him with shock on her face.

  He laughed. “Has no man ever gone down on you? If not, you are in for one heck of an experience if I do say so myself. I’m told I have a very talented tongue.” He grinned wickedly and waggled it at her.

  She had to laugh, and then she sobered up. “My ex did once, but he was so reluctant to try it and hated the experience, so we never did it again.”

  “I bet that didn’t stop him from demanding you suck him off?”

  “No, but he said I sucked at that, too, no pun intended, so he mostly just climbed on me, did his thing, and rolled off.”

  “Did his thing. Holy crap. No wonder you have such a complex in the sex department. You are in for a treat. Now untie that bikini. It’s time for you to find out what multiple orgasms are all about.”

  “And what do you want in return? To fuck me? And what if you don’t succeed? What do I get?”

  “Yes, I do want to fuck you, but not just yet. How about this? If I give you multiple orgasms, then you suck me off. And I promise to make sure you know exactly how I like it, so don’t worry about disappointing me. If you win, I’ll be your sub for the rest of our stay here. I’ll kneel at your feet and do anything you want. And your orders don’t just have to be sexual. I’ll peel grapes and iron your clothes if that’s what you want.”

  “So, you don’t want to have sex with me?”

  “That’s not what I said. I’ve wanted to sink my cock inside your hot pussy since the moment I saw you, but as soon as I saw the wary look in your eyes, I knew I’d have to go slowly. I want you. And I know you want me, too. I think you are a natural sub who has had to spend her life trying to please dominant men who had no idea how to treat a woman.

  “I know how to treat you, and I want you to put yourself into my hands. But I am a patient man. I’ll please you, and then I’ll teach you how to please me, and we’ll go from there.”

  “I told you. I can’t please a man. I’ve tried.”

  “Look. We are here for two more nights. We have two properties to see tomorrow, but that’s it. Become my sub for the rest of the trip. Let me show you how much I want you and how much pleasure I can give you as my sub. Let me train you.”

  “I don’t know. What if…”

  “What if you disappoint me? I’m really going to have to train that insecurity out of you. Either that, or I’ll punish you each time you put yourself down until you stop doing it.” He glared at her, and she lowered her eyes.

  “Here’s the deal. Let me eat your pussy. Mouth and hands only. If I can make you come more than once, then you’ll let me train you this weekend?” He smiled wickedly. “I can see that you are tempted, aren’t you? You want me, but you are too afraid of failure to take a chance. So I’m going to make it easy for you. You are going to go into the house and you are going to take a shower to get all the chlorine off, and then you are going to lie naked in the center of the bed. In fifteen minutes, I’m going to come up and tie you to the bed and then I’m going to satisfy you until you scream and beg me to take you.”

  “You think a lot of yourself, don’t you? Okay. I’ll agree to that wager. But when I win, after you my peel my grapes and do my ironing, I’m going to expect a pedicure and maybe a nice foot rub.” She was stalling, and they both knew it. Every time he spoke, he painted a word picture that had her dampening her panties with need. He was right. She was afraid. But what the heck. They were out of town, just a few miles from Hollywood. For the weekend, she’d pretend she belonged to him and try to give up control and, just this once, not be responsible for anything or anybody.

  Without realizing it, when the decision was made, Andie felt the tension seep from her shoulders.

  She looked over at Duncan. She saw him watch her closely. He was so attuned to her body language, but he was easy to read too. She could almost see to moment he decided to take charge.

  “Clock starts now, Andie. It’s 2:15. I’ll be walking into the bedroom at exactly 2:30. If you are not lying naked in the center of the bed, you’ll have earned your first punishment.” His tone was firm and demanding.

  She stood like a statue staring at him, trying to decide if she liked this forceful Duncan. It didn'
t take long to decide that she did as she felt a shiver of desire run through her body.

  “What, did you think there would be no consequences for disobedience? You have fourteen minutes.”

  Andie had never moved so quickly, hurrying up to the room she was staying in. She threw off her clothes and jumped into the shower, lathering up, quickly washing her skin and her hair. She blew it dry just enough so that it wasn’t dripping, and then she threw on a robe and rushed to the master bedroom.

  Chapter Nine

  The door was partly open, staring at her, but she couldn’t make her feet move. So she stood outside the door. Waiting.

  There were footsteps, and the door was flung all the way open. It was Duncan, and he was naked. She felt her jaw drop. His naked body was amazing. It was lean and muscled, and he hadn’t lied about the nine inches. He had the biggest penis she’d ever seen in person, and she was kind of afraid. Could she satisfy him?

  Looking at him, she started to panic. She couldn’t do this. Why did she think she had what it took to satisfy a man like that? He was hot and sexy and a Dom for god’s sake. What did she know about being a sub? Did she even want to be a sub? She’d been pushed around by men all of her life. She wanted to be her own woman.

  She started to back away.

  “Stop.” She stopped.

  “Where do you think you are going?”

  “I…”

  “We have an agreement. You agreed to let me eat your pussy and see if I could give you multiple orgasms. Are you trying to break our agreement?”

  “Uh, no. Not really. Look, you seem to be, um…”

  “Hard? Say it. My cock is hard.”

  “You are hard.”

  “No, say what I said. The whole thing.”

  “Your c–c–c–ock is hard.”