The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  God, he didn’t just lick her, he devoured her.

  He knew where to touch and when to touch, making her burn. She lowered her head, gritting her teeth against the surge of sensations. His finger pressed against her slit, and she moaned, unable to look away from his blond head of hair nestled between her thighs. He pushed inside her and she realized he didn’t kiss her there to stir pleasures; he kissed her there to make her come.

  His mouth moved quickly over her sex, while his finger pumped in and out. She gripped the edge of the hot tub, her legs trembling against his shoulders. He controlled her body. She could do nothing but rush headlong into the pleasure.

  At some point in the midst of her quakes, he placed his mouth directly over her clit, and she became unable to refuse his request. When he replaced one finger with two, she became undone. She hadn’t ever come from oral sex, but when Kyler touched her she had no choice.

  He owned her.

  Kyler controlled all of her senses, commanding how she should feel and when she should feel it. His talented fingers and firm mouth had her responding, and she quivered and jerked. He brought her bundles of nerves between his teeth, somehow biting and sucking at the same time.

  Pleasure froze her body.

  Then she crashed over the edge.

  Shuddering and screaming, she free-fell into ecstasy. Light danced before her eyes, with each euphoric wave drowning her. Not until the fierce trembles eased did she realize he had removed his finger, his mouth no longer stroking her satiated sex.

  Opening her eyes, she found him kissing her inner thigh with butterfly kisses. She exhaled, fighting to catch her breath. “God, you are good at that.”

  “You make it easy for me.” He slid his tongue up her thigh. “You’re impressively responsive.”

  Pulled from the haze of her release, she cocked her head. He had odd word choices. With her body battered from climax, she couldn’t quite understand him.

  Responsive.

  What was this man, a sex expert?

  Lowering her legs from his shoulders, she slowly reached for him. “Your turn.”

  “That’s not how this works.” His voice was hard, unyielding, as he rose.

  “How does this work, then? I don’t get to touch you?”

  “Oh, you’ll touch me, just not here.” He jumped out of the hot tub and then lifted her gently out. Once he placed her on her feet, he gestured downward with a dip of his chin. “On your knees, Ella. Touch me right here.”

  Watching him closely, she noticed the excited flare in his features. Odd. Why was it so important that she went on her knees for him? Did he just like that—a woman giving him oral sex this way?

  She studied him, and it seemed like more. Though after the two orgasms he’d given her, she had no problem making him feel equally good in any way he preferred. She slid to her knees with his erect cock only centimeters from her mouth. Grinning up at him, she trailed her hands over his muscular thighs. “Is this what you want?”

  Heady emotion crossed his face. “I like you on your knees and looking at me with those expressive eyes.” Brushing his fingers across her cheek, a harder edge crossed his features. “In fact, I’d say it’s fucking perfect.” He reached for the braid in her hair, and then gave a gentle tug. “Let me feel that mouth that’s been haunting me all night.”

  Chapter Five

  Submissive.

  Ella’s desires pulled at Kyler so intensely he couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t the way she stroked him or how her mouth bobbed on his cockhead; it was the way she had looked to him while on her knees.

  Time froze.

  He’d yearned for that all-consuming look and that pleasing expression as a woman was on her knees to pleasure him. He’d wondered if he would ever see it again. And there it was. Right there for him to admire. Her look clearly said, I could be yours. You could be mine.

  Still, he believed it wasn’t so much her reaction; rather, it was his reaction to her. The force of her genuine pleasure had stolen the air from his lungs. The passion between them was incredible, but what presently burned between them was something far deeper. A sensation that went to the center of his Dominant soul. He was a Dom who wanted to command her submission.

  Protect.

  Cherish.

  Appreciate.

  He agreed with Aidan that something haunted lay inside Ella, but it didn’t make him want to run away. Her troubles made him yearn to wrap her in his protection and mend whatever was troubling her. Even if she portrayed the air of a strong woman, which he respected, he also wanted to get past the layers of strength to the very core of Ella.

  As she rested on her knees, he was acutely aware of her. Every stroke of her hand and caress of her lips unraveled him. Her intent to please him created a stirring to show her how submission could awaken her in ways she’d never known.

  Her haunted gaze needed a Dom’s push to clear it, of that he was sure.

  Ella deserved to be free from personal demons.

  She licked her way over his shaft, working her lips in perfect rhythm to increase his cravings for her, and he groaned. In fact, her mouth was so perfect he’d had enough of being teased. He stepped back, withdrawing his cock from between her lips and offering his hand. “Come on up, sweetie.”

  She rose to her feet looking a little confused. When he held her she relaxed, another indication that submission would do her good. Comforted by a Dom who could take that darkness in her gaze away, even if for a little while.

  He tugged on her hand until she pressed her warm, soft body against his. She remained silent, as if patiently awaiting his next order. He stared down into her glassy eyes, amazed by her. Ella was a natural submissive; the desire to please all but danced off her skin. He was consumed by her vulnerability.

  His Dom instincts flared to life, as tonight wasn’t only about fucking her, but removing her pain while she remained under his command. And giving her a moment of peace her expression told him she needed.

  That’s why he sexually dominated women. The exchange wasn’t about overpowering a woman or controlling her; it was about taking a submissive to a higher place. A place she couldn’t go without him. His duty was about taking her body and soul in his hands and giving her what she needed.

  Understanding her.

  Allowing her to lean on him.

  Letting her forget her troubles.

  At the heart of it, her submission fueled his soul. By allowing her to be her without pain, without stress, and without negative emotions that sometimes clouded life, he flew right along with her. She deserved to be allowed to be Ella stripped of everything but feelings of pleasure, happiness, and the sensation of being content.

  With his purpose solidified to allow her a little freedom, he cupped her face and she leaned in to his touch, intimately. Her closeness wrapped him in a wicked spell, and his cock moved against her stomach.

  Christ, she’s a sweet little thing.

  He gathered her in his arms, and as she wrapped her thighs around his waist he gripped her bottom. He carried her through the French doors and then placed her down on the bed. When she squirmed to move closer to the middle of the mattress, he ordered, “Stay still.”

  As she held his gaze, he noticed her swallowing deeply. Yet he was enthralled by how easily she accepted orders. Her cheeks were pink with the arousal she was obviously trying to control. She spread her legs just enough for Kyler to see pink, damp flesh; he then took a really close look at her body.

  She wasn’t too skinny; she looked healthy. Her curves were perfect for a Dom’s hands, and her round ass would do well under a flogging. His gaze traveled the length of her. Her legs were creamy, with few freckles, and her breasts were round, with small, perky nipples. His focus stopped on her shaved sex with the thin line of trimmed hair.

  A low noise rumbled from his chest as urgency engulfed him. He turned, approaching his suitcase on the floor. After he unzipped the side pocket, he reached for the box of condoms, only too glad he’d th
ought to bring them. In his twenties, he’d learned the lesson to always come prepared.

  Once he grabbed a foil out of the box, he glanced to Ella and swallowed his groan. His cock twitched at how she waited patiently for him. She remained statue still, exactly as he’d ordered. Good girl. With his gaze soaking in the pretty view, he ripped open the foil with his teeth.

  The package fluttered to the hardwood floors while he sheathed himself in the thin latex. He grunted—no submissive in Club Sin had ever made him this hard. And he knew why—none of them were Ella.

  More so, it was the challenge she put forth.

  He needed to earn her submission, and he hadn’t experienced that challenge in the dungeon. She didn’t know she’d thrive in the BDSM lifestyle. That it would give her peace from that glaringly obvious pain inside her. And he also suspected she hadn’t yet experienced the hands of a Dominant. The thought that he had a vanilla girl desperate to be naughty set him aflame.

  He craved to unleash her darkest desires and erase that hurt in her heart for as long as he could. All of that combined made him feel powerful, and worthy as a Club Sin Master.

  Once he rolled the condom down to the base of his penis, he closed in on the bed and regarded her. Ella lay on her back, watching him with hooded eyelids. She stayed perfectly still, hardly even breathing.

  He admired her compliance and loved how hot he made her.

  Kyler had fucked many submissives in his time.

  This was different.

  It was special, and he sensed the connection to Ella down to his bones. Sliding his knees onto the bed, he settled between her warm thighs, pressing his weight against her. Her hands traveled over his back, which flexed with each touch she offered. He shifted his hips, priming for entry. “Do you feel how hard I am, Ella?”

  She exhaled a slow breath. “God, yes.”

  “That’s all because of you.” He liked how her mouth arched at his compliments, and also enjoyed her blatant look of desire. With his cock sliding over her clitoris, he took her lips in a commanding kiss, inhaling her flowery scent. Using his lips and tongue, he claimed her mouth and pulled her under his command, leaving her mind no room to wander.

  When her breathing through her nose increased across his face, he broke the kiss and asked, “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  “Inside you?”

  “Deep inside me.”

  His smile came fierce, and he suspected it looked deadly. “Then wrap your legs around my hips.” Instantly, her legs locked around his waist and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

  He dipped inside her and she arched into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. His cock strained against her tight channel and he growled, “Deeper, Ella?”

  “Deeper!”

  When he plunged into the depths of her, Ella’s slick heat massaged him and her gaze went wild. Drawing out her need, he thrust slowly in and out, forcing her higher into pleasure. She all but vibrated around him, but he wouldn’t allow her to come again so easily. Withdrawing from her sex, he settled onto his knees, and spotted the disappointment in her features.

  “Up on your knees,” he said.

  With a sweet smile, she flipped over and her hands pressed against the mattress. He tsked, and then watched her tense. “Head down to the mattress, angle your ass up, and arch your back.”

  “Why?”

  He slid his touch over her bottom and squeezed her cheeks. “Because you’d be a damn beautiful sight, Ella, and seeing you that way will excite me.”

  Pleasing him to no end, her hesitation lasted only a mere second before she lowered her shoulders to the bed and arched her back, shoving her backside in the air. Still, she had much to learn. “Spread your legs, always nice and wide for me.”

  She opened her thighs, showing off her soaking pink folds. He grunted and his cock ached. “Do you like knowing that I’m thinking of nothing else but fucking you hard when you’re in this position?”

  “Yes.” She shivered.

  For a woman who had never had a one-night stand before and obviously hadn’t played with a Dom who requested such bold actions, she was very willing. He wondered why that was, or if maybe she had something to prove to herself. But he also was only too glad she did as he asked.

  It made his Dominance easier.

  Moving in closer behind her, he rubbed her round ass cheeks. “From here on out, when I say On your knees, this is the position I want you to go in. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Sir, the word seemed like it belonged there after she spoke. Kyler wouldn’t pretend that didn’t mean something. He knew a good thing when he saw it, and this connection between them was a damn good thing. He rubbed her bottom, warming the skin. “Have you ever been spanked?”

  She tightened her buttocks. “No.”

  He chuckled at the show of nerves, an expected reaction from a vanilla woman. He continued running his hands over her flesh until she relaxed under his touch, and he moaned in approval. “Have you ever wanted a man to spank your sexy ass?”

  “Yes.”

  Good.

  He lightly tapped her bottom, and she gasped. When she softened again, he sent five light-and-quick slaps to each buttock, reddening the skin. He licked his lips as her bottom was beautiful with his red markings. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “It feels good,” she drawled.

  In approval of her answer, he closed in on her and placed a hand on top of her bottom, then reentered her in a quick stroke. She moaned a lovely sound for a Dom as he slapped her ass with each thrust forward. Squeezing her buttocks in his hands, he spread her cheeks, gazing over her puckered hole and wondering if anyone had ever fucked her there.

  Not tonight…

  His muscles flexed and burned with each thrust forward, and he grunted, mirroring her sexy moans. She pressed her face against the mattress and her eyes were pinched shut. A need to see her eyes consumed him, but her channel squeezed at him, so tight, and so ready to explode around him.

  Fuck, he wanted to bind her with anything he could find. Ella would look amazing wrapped in his ropes, but that was something he had to earn from her. She couldn’t possibly trust him enough for that. And he’d never take a submissive too far, too soon.

  The moment her pussy spasmed, indicating the rise of her climax, he withdrew from her tight heat. She screamed a sound of pure frustration, and he chuckled. “Greedy little thing you are with your orgasms.”

  Something he would train out of her, if she allowed him the right. She came so easily, her orgasms never had the chance to build in intensity. Thinking to himself that that would be a fun scene and giving her ass a final slap, he ordered, “Flip over.”

  She turned onto her back, and he discovered eyes so rich with lust. Such a pretty little thing you are. Lowering his head, he licked a taut nipple and squeezed her breast. She gave him soft moans, and he started to wonder if any part of Ella wasn’t super-sensitized.

  Cupping both breasts in his hands, he enjoyed the perfect handfuls of soft, supple skin. He bit one nipple, feeling her shudder. You’d like nipple clamps. To test her, he grabbed both wrists and placed them in his one hand over the top of her head, and she squirmed beneath him with deep gasps. And bondage, too.

  With his cock aching to blow, he rolled off her and onto his back, then lifted her onto his lap. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

  Her lips parted as her gaze burned molten hot. He held his cock out to her and she pressed her hands against his chest, slowly lowering down onto him. As she bounced on him, her breasts jiggled, which was exactly why he didn’t prefer skinny women. He loved curves. And he especially enjoyed knowing a woman wouldn’t break under his powerful thrusts.

  Ella was pure, seductive woman.

  Every time she thrust down onto him, he grunted, overwhelmed by the lovely view she offered. Her braided hair was disheveled, with strands sticking out. It only
increased his desire; a bit messy looked good on her.

  She pressed against his shoulders and shifted her hips, rocking against him. He grunted, unable to look away from her. Relishing the feel of her tight heat against him, he wanted nothing more than to ride her hard. But he allowed her to play, as she appeared to like being on top. Pride lightened her eyes, a look that also belonged to a submissive; Ella felt good about herself when pleasing others.

  Entranced by her, he tangled his fingers into the back of her braid and pulled her mouth close to his. As she bounced on the tip of his cock, a groan ripped from his throat before he devoured her moan with his mouth. He didn’t work her with gentle testing, but commanded her with bruising kisses. And she moaned with every swipe of his tongue.

  Dropping a hand between them, he swirled around her clit, feeling tremors rocking through her. Even her lips quivered against his mouth. Her gasps washed across him in a heady desire he needed to fulfill. Continuing to rub her, he gripped her hair tight, pinning her right where he wanted her. Then he lifted his hips off the mattress and he drove up into her tight sex. Her eyelids lowered, and her moans shifted to deep panting brushing across his face.

  “Fuck, yes,” she screamed, long and drawn out.

  Keeping his hold tight in her hair, he continued to thrust up into her as her screams echoed a complete loss of control. Total freedom. Grunting, he bit his lip and focused off his pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

  Her pussy clamped like a vise against him, and as moisture dripped onto his sac, heat roared up his spine, stripping his control. He smacked her ass and then pushed against her chest, sending her onto her back. Moving onto his knees, he grasped her one leg and raised it over his shoulder, then pushed the other leg open with his thigh. He reentered her with one quick stroke and then he rode her hard.

  Her gaze widened, almost crazed with pleasure. She gripped his biceps with her fingernails and her lips were parted wide as sensual moans spilled over him. Moving his hips rapidly, he thrust into her, purposely brushing against her G-spot. Beneath him, her breasts were bouncing under his thrusts, treating him to one helluva view. Unable to stop the impulse, he grabbed one, squeezing it tightly and then pinching a nipple.