The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  Under his mastery and his love, Cora found salvation.

  He yanked her against him, and the space between them got very small. “Now, then, I think it’s important to discuss expectations, since the dynamics of our relationship are changing.”

  Cora couldn’t restrain her smile at the lack of distance in his gaze—he was bared, and she drowned in it, as he continued. “In the dungeon, we’ve already established that when we scene I demand you to be in the submissive role.” He moved in behind her and Cora’s loins burned in desire.

  Under his intense study of her, she tumbled into his command. With slow, small steps, he walked around her, trailing a finger over her lower back. “In the bedroom, I allow a little leeway. When I give an order, as I did tonight for you to come into the bedroom, that marks the beginning of our play. I only expect a sir at a direct question, not at all times, as we do in the dungeon. When we play, I expect you to fall into the submissive role. And I will tell you when play has ended. Until I do, you will stay in the submissive role. Understand?”

  Cora’s eyes fluttered closed, but she forced them open when she sensed him in front of her. “Yes, sir.”

  Clasping his hands at his back, he gave her an once-over. “However, the leeway I’ll give in our home is that you don’t have to ask permission to touch me. I want to see that you want me and can’t control yourself.” His voice lowered so deep that it vibrated right through her. “There are times when I want to fuck, Cora—roughly and passionately.” His grin belonged to the devil himself. “I like spontaneity.”

  At the images of Aidan taking her at any time without regret, she shifted her feet. She clenched her thighs at the thoughts of going to her knees and sucking his cock because she wanted to please, not from an order given.

  This was all new.

  This was exciting.

  Moisture spread out between her legs. Her slit ached for this conversation to be over. She studied him, and he’d never looked so hot. He owned the space and carried a level of passion in the way he moved and talked. The room wasn’t dark like the dungeon, and every look he gave her, every move of his mouth, all his dominant features turned her into a puddle of goo.

  He strode behind her and his breath tickled her neck, raising goose bumps across her overheated flesh. “I want to find you in the shower and fuck you without orders.” He kissed her neck, causing a shiver of fire to descend through her. “I want to wake up and slide between those thighs and spend the day deep inside you.” He dropped another kiss on the sweet spot of her nape. “I don’t hate vanilla sex. In fact, I’ll enjoy making love to you, Cora.” His low chuckle was a full-out attack on her loins. “And I’ll love fucking you into exhaustion.”

  After a lick up her neck, he dragged his finger around her back as he returned to her front. “In the dungeon is where I play with toys. Flogging, bondage, wax play, and all those wonderful things are for the dungeon. I don’t bring that type of play into my house. Yes, I still enjoy a power exchange and expect you to be submissive when we play, but toys and such do not come home with me.” He stared at her intently, watching her closely. “Is this going to be a problem for you?”

  Some Doms wanted the lifestyle all the time, and needed it, but she also understood Aidan’s point. Unless she was in the dungeon, she lived a typical vanilla life, and she preferred it that way.

  The dungeon excited her because of what it stood for, and because of what she did there. If she had BDSM play all the time, it would lose that exciting edge. It was like her dirty little secret, a place of dark desires where she was pushed to extremes.

  Besides, Cora also knew one truth within herself, and Aidan had confirmed it. Yes, she loved being flogged and enjoyed wax play, but it was the Dom that solidified her desire. The power exchange would never go away, exactly as it didn’t now.

  If she had Aidan in her bed and under his dominance, it didn’t matter what he used on her. His touch and big, beautiful cock were more than enough. Plus, the idea of spontaneity excited her, too.

  She figured as he’d told her actions spoke louder than words. Her nipples puckered as she reached between them and rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. “I like this agreement. It means I can do this.”

  He grunted. “Yes, I see that you understand.”

  She stroked harder, enjoying the right to touch him in the way she wanted. Though Cora also knew the game he played. He allowed her this right, but a Dom was a Dom after all. He might loosen the rules outside of the dungeon, but it was still his rules and on his terms. If she could touch this hot-as-hell man in the way she wanted, she didn’t care.

  She moved faster, and his skin flushed. When his breath grew rough, he grabbed her hand. “Keep doing that and we won’t get through this talk.”

  “Talking is overrated.” She smirked, giving a halfhearted shrug. “Didn’t you say words mean jack shit if someone doesn’t follow through? I do believe you told me that action speaks for itself.”

  His eyes creased at the corners. “Smart-ass.” Pinning her hand to her stomach, he arched a deliberate eyebrow. “Would you rather not understand what is expected of you and learn through punishment?”

  She nibbled her lip and then giggled. “Okay, talking it is.”

  “Good choice.” He grinned.

  In a blink, the playfulness vanished from his features, and a look she was becoming increasingly fond of rose to his face. A look that said I love you, but also You belong to me. Don’t forget it.

  His gazed turned dark and stormy, liquefying her insides as he said, “Outside of the dungeon, unless I give you an order, you’re free to touch me as you like. You don’t need my permission. Clear?”

  “Touch you how I like. No permission necessary. Oh, I’m so on board with this plan.” She rubbed her chest against him, grinning up into that sexy face that she wished was buried between her thighs. “Yes, sir.”

  He watched her grind against him. A low growl rumbled from his chest before he pressed a hand against her lower back. “One warning: If you demand anything from me it will result in a punishment.” His hand traveled down to her bottom, where he squeezed her cheek, thrusting her harder against his erection. “I know when you need to be fucked. I see it in the way your eyes darken.” He brushed her cheek with a light touch. “I see it in the way your face flushes.” He slid his finger down her neck, moving it over the top of her breast. “I see it in your hard nipples.” He licked up her neck and her eyes fluttered closed as he added, “I taste your need.” He drew his nose up her neck, inhaling. “I smell your desire.”

  Leaning away, he gave a slow, building smile. “Never tell me what you need. I’ll know. Always.” Then he sealed his mouth over hers, and Cora became lost in her Dominant’s kiss.

  He angled her head and deepened the kiss, and he stole her soft moans. The stroke of his tongue clashed with hers. The power behind his embrace brought forth a blaze so hot it made her acutely aware of him.

  When he finally broke the kiss, she was breathless. Her nerve endings stirred and tingled, and her heart hammered. He slid his thumbs to her chin, tilting her head. His voice held a slight tremble as he murmured, “I know when you want me. Christ, I can feel it in my soul.” He caressed her parted lips and his heated stare followed his touch. “Just as I know you’re aching for me now…” He lowered his hand, sliding his fingers between her soaked folds and grunted, “Ah, see how wet and ready your cunt is?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her knees buckled under each swipe of his finger against her swollen flesh. “God, yes.”

  Aidan chuckled against her lips, sliding his fingers deep inside her. “Now, that you can call me anytime you like.”

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Cora’s touch…her kiss…her spicy scent…Aidan didn’t need to memorize it. He already knew this woman inside and out. She was his, made entirely for him. He experienced the rightness in his intense craving for her. The intensity toward her was nothing he could’ve anticipated or prepared for, nor was it anything
he planned to run from. Not anymore. Now she belonged only to him. Always to him. And Aidan wouldn’t spend another night without her wrapped in his arms.

  Cora had loved him flawed.

  Aidan would love her forever.

  Now she wore his ring.

  She’d be his wife.

  He hoped when they grew old, she’d look back on this time not with regret but as the moment when Aidan realized the beauty between them. He’d never forget that she saved him. He’d never forget what she’d done for him. He’d never let a day go by that she didn’t know why he loved her.

  With her kisses making him rock hard, he gave a final nibble of her bottom lip then backed away. Then he gestured to his shirt. “Unbutton that for me.”

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  As he ran his hands over her bottom and squeezed those sexy cheeks, she undid the buttons of his shirt and then pushed it off his shoulders. She pressed herself against him, her taut nipples sliding across his chest. He groaned, tangled his fingers into her hair, and with a tug, he angled her head and assaulted her neck with his tongue. “Feel that hard cock, Cora?”

  She squirmed against him, breathless. “Yes, sir.”

  “Only for you.” He bit her shoulder, embracing her shudder as he slid his hand over skin so soft and beautiful. “You do this. You always have.” Inhaling deeply, her scent spiraled in the air around him. When his shirt tumbled to the ground, he lifted his head. “I want you to go right down here for me.”

  Cora grinned, lowering to her knees. She reached for his belt buckle and in seconds his pants and boxer briefs pooled at his feet. He stepped out of his clothes and peered down at his cock, which stood straight up, hard as a rock. Scanning over her puckered nipples, he swallowed deeply.

  Oh, yes, his submissive was aroused indeed.

  With his gaze fixated on her, he slid his thumb across her bottom lip as her fingers wrapped around his dick. “Open that mouth for me.”

  She did as told and he slipped his cock in between her lips, pushing himself deep into her throat. Her lips stretched, sealing around him. He thrust his fingers into her hair, shifted his hips, and she relaxed her jaw, allowing him to move deeper between her lips. As she licked and sucked his cock, it drove him crazy. He threw his head back and grunted—her mouth was warm, tight, and oh, so wet.

  Within minutes, his entire body tensed and his muscles vibrated with each low groan he gave. Heat raced through his body and soared up his spine. Her blow jobs always brought him to inches of his climax. Now this was more. The heady emotion behind her moves burned through him. She didn’t please him in search of her pleasure. She rocked his world because she loved him, he saw that now.

  This pleasure belonged only to him, always to him.

  With her hand underneath her mouth, while her lips created intense suction, his eyes rolled back into his head. Fucking perfect. The combination stealing his coherent thoughts nearly sent him crashing over the edge. With a growl from his throat, he leaned away and her lips popped off his cock head.

  On her knees, peering up at him, her eyes were hooded. Aidan chuckled at the beauty stirring in the highest form of pleasure. He licked his lips as he leaned down and cupped her face. Holding her face tight, he sealed his mouth over hers. He moaned when she kissed him with hot passion, scorching fire into his veins. Their tongues clashed in a wicked heat before he broke the kiss. “Get on the bed. I want to taste you.”

  She stood on shaky legs, not at all like herself. He’d never seen her move so jerkily and been so unstable on her feet; she’d always been so graceful. When she settled into the middle of the mattress, she spread her legs wide. She slid her hand between her thighs and her arousal shined off the light. Her gaze stayed transfixed on him as she caressed her clit with one hand, while the other tweaked a taut nipple.

  He lifted a brow. “Enjoying yourself?”

  She raised her hips off the bed and her voice hitched between her sexy moans. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Stop.” She narrowed her eyes before she placed her hands on her stomach. He approached her, sliding his face between her warm thighs. Running his arms against the quilt, he grasped her hips. He blew gently against her heated flesh, and Cora hissed through her teeth.

  He chuckled and then licked along her damp folds, working his way up to her clit. She lifted her hips off the bed and he pinned her to the mattress. “You taste good. Sweet. Ready,” he murmured as he swept his tongue over her clit. Her groans and gasps had him flicking her bundle of nerves faster and sliding in gentle sweeps over her soft folds.

  When she quivered against his tongue, his greedy dick throbbed to be deep inside her. He lifted above her and gazed over her from her long neck to her perky breasts. “Spread your legs. Let me love you.”

  Her features were tense, wild, and out of control, as she hooked her arms under her legs. He grunted at the sight of her wet pink folds. In urgent demand, he pressed his hands against the bed and rose above her. “Yeah, luv, like that—nice and wide.” Cora’s rosy nipples begged for his mouth and he sucked one deep against the roof of his mouth. When he bit the taut bud, she gasped and he added, “You belong here. Beneath me.”

  Cora’s eyes darkened, deliciously aroused. Her breath sounded ragged and equaled the urgency he experienced. “I do…” He treated her other nipple to a firm bite before he laved the sting away with his tongue. Moving above her, he shifted his hips, until the tip of his cock rested at her slit. Her eyes went huge with her gasp: “Sir!”

  Blanketing her with his body, he slid his hands against the mattress to rest upon the top of her head. He shifted the tip of his cock in and out, releasing a low moan. “Tell me why you think I use a condom in the dungeon?”

  Her mouth slackened, gaze searched his. “I thought you preferred it.”

  He understood her surprise, as he never needed to use condoms but always had. STD and HIV tests were done quarterly at the dungeon. If anyone played with an outside member, not only did they need to tell Dmitri, they needed to go for another test immediately after if they wanted to go bare.

  Aidan, though, had always used them.

  He brushed his nose against hers, enjoying her being there, so close to him. Cora showed him that night in the dungeon that she’d given her soul to him. He hadn’t realized she’d stolen his, too. Nothing would come between them. Whenever she was right there, in his arms, she’d be safe, loved, and protected.

  Though words could explain that, as he told her, actions proved so much more. Cora needed to believe him. All of this, everything step he’d taken since his talk with Kyler and his dream had put it all into perspective. Sense had been smacked into him. He needed to prove he was ready for this, ready to commit to her. He needed to show her how he treated her now was different than before. “Bare skin is for my woman.”

  He stared at her intently, watching her eyes widen farther, showing the whites. He pumped the tip of his cock in and out and added, “It’s the one thing I can do with a submissive that belongs to me personally that I won’t do to others.” He gave her a soft kiss, licking her bottom lip in a slow flick. “It’s a statement that I am committed to you—and only you. It’s a show that if you ever became pregnant, it wouldn’t disappoint me.”

  “Aidan…” Tears welled in her eyes. “I love—”

  With his cock straining to push in deep into her tight heat, he pressed a finger to her mouth. “You’ve said that enough—without words—and I never heard you.” He thrust forward with one quick stroke into the depths of her. Cora arched up into him with a seductive moan. “This is more than love, Cora. What we have…” He swirled his hips, gyrating against her clit. “It’s so superbly special that I feared it.”

  Pumping his hips twice, Cora’s mouth dropped open. She lifted her head, drawing closer to him, as he added, “You healed me. You saved me.” Pleasure swept through him, pulling a groan from low in his chest. “You gave me all I needed. You supported me. You brought me back from a dark place.” He rubb
ed his pelvis against her clit and her face flushed bright red. “You loved me at my worst and became what I needed, because that’s what I needed you to do.”

  Her soft sigh rushed across him as her arousal thickened on his cock. He gritted his teeth against the surge of sensations. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you. To love you. To appreciate you. To be what you need me to be.” Her inner walls squeezed his cock, and his breath deepened, naturally speeding up his thrusts. “To make love to you until you don’t remember anyone’s touch but mine and until my body is branded on every inch of you.” He grunted. “Christ, you’re so wet.”

  “Holy hell, stop talking.” Her eyes were crazed with pleasure and her sweet cunt spasmed. “Fuck me. Now.”

  Aidan frowned in disappointment. He withdrew his cock and lifted on his hands, peering down to the woman on the brink of orgasm. “Come again?”

  Cora blinked, and blinked again. Then she cringed. “Oh, shit.”

  “Indeed,” he muttered.

  Though it nearly killed him to do so, he flipped her over on her knees, probably too fast for her to fully process the mistake she’d made. Never ask for anything. He pushed her head to the bed, angling her perfect ass high in the air with her legs spread wide. Rubbing her cheek with the palm of his hand, he said, “State your mistake.”

  A long paused followed. “I asked you to fuck me, sir.”

  He squeezed her bottom, feeling Cora relax beneath his hand. A smart submissive she was, as tensing only made the swats more painful. In the dungeon, he had been stricter with a cane punishment, because it was necessary for her to learn appropriate behavior. He never wanted her to fail in front of Club Sin members. Looking back, he realized he’d done so because he cared about her.

  He had wanted her to shine in Club Sin.

  At Club Sin, his punishments were quick, swift, and to the point. In his house, his punishments were on his terms. He loved giving a good and hard spanking. He relished seeing an ass bright red to give the reminder of an error. And he further enjoyed a woman who both hated and loved that form of punishment. Cora was one of those women—it might hurt a little, but it also aroused her. “Count them.”