The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  Holding her gaze, he whispered, “What meaning?”

  “If none of my past happened, I never would have found the strength to leave Savannah.” Though tears flooded her face, she didn’t wipe them away. She’d no longer hid from him. “I never would have found you.”

  His eyes shut, and when they opened they were filled with heady emotion. “This is where you belong, yes?”

  She smiled through blurry eyes. “Yes.”

  Warmth and tenderness filled his gaze. “That feeling, Ella, is all that I care about. It’s not the fall. It’s not the abuse. It’s never been about that—it’s the acknowledgment of how you felt then and what you feel now. I need to know that you see me differently. That you know I would never hurt you. And that the trust between us is strong enough for you to bare your pain to me.”

  She stared at him, overwhelmed by him. He didn’t care that she’d been abused or what led to it or even what happened after it. He cared about her. About how she felt, what she went through in that night, and he simply wanted to know she saw him differently.

  As he’d done from day one—she realized a little foolishly—she needed to show her trust in him. He needed communication. And she knew in the softest parts of her heart that’s what made Kyler a worthy Dom.

  He didn’t think himself above her. He never forced her into anything. Every step of the way, he had made it her decision to grow. On her terms. Everything had been a choice that she made, and in her heart, she knew it was right. He’d simply laid the groundwork for her to fall into his command.

  The simplicity of it all, he dominated her mind and body, not from force but from love and trust. “You needed to hear all this because you wanted to make sure I knew the difference between BDSM and abuse?”

  He inclined his head, rubbing his hands down her arms. “Saying it is one thing. Believing it is entirely different. And I see it in your eyes, sweetheart: the love, the trust, the acceptance of what was and now what could be.” He heaved a sigh, his gaze never leaving hers. “If I did all the things that I’ve wanted to do with you without hearing you say those things and my believing you, I would be no better than Rory.”

  “You’re nothing like him,” she said adamantly.

  One brow arched. “But I would be.”

  Past all the passion with Kyler and this erotic adventure he’d taken her on, in this moment she stared at a man who gave her something far more than what she craved from her challenge. He’d helped her find her way back to her. The real her, not tainted by pain, loss, and abuse.

  She shook her head at herself, seeing things so differently. “I’ve thought all along that you’ve seen me as broken, but it’s not that, is it?” She hesitated, wanting to get this right. “It’s because that’s the only side of me that I was showing you. You don’t see the problems I’ve been through or the pain I’ve dealt with; you see straight into my heart, past all of it.”

  His hands bracketed her cheeks, his warm, minty breath caressing her face. “No, Ella, I don’t see into your heart.” His smile was as charming as ever. “Your heart is mine. Mine to cherish. Mine to protect. Mine to love.”

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Early into the next night at Club Sin, Kyler had placed Ella on the stage off to the right side of the sitting area. Last night, after their talk, all he’d done was hold her, and that was better than any scene he could have taken her in.

  Dressed in a leather getup that Kyler had bought for her, Ella attempted to look like a woman totally ready for this. Harder than she thought, since her clothing was basically leather straps that covered her breasts, midsection, and hips, then thick straps covered her sex, but it reminded her of strapless panties—leaving a space for important parts, she mused.

  Big nights call for sexy attire, Kyler had told her when he handed her the bag from the sex shop this morning. All day as they lazed around her condo, she had wondered what would happen on her big night.

  Now was no exception.

  The soft instrumental music played throughout the dungeon, and she glanced around the stage that Kyler had left her on to go and talk to Dmitri. To her right, she noticed stuff hidden under a black sheet. Dammit. If only she could lift that sheet to discover what he had planned, but she didn’t dare do that. Not now. Not when he intended to finally play with her in the manner she’d been craving.

  Within a few minutes, Kyler left Dmitri at the couch he sat on and approached the stage. Ella watched his long, purposeful strides that held both arrogance and that sexy confidence she loved.

  When he reached her, his spicy cologne swept through the air. “Tonight is for you, Ella.” He smiled, trailing a finger over the leather straps on her shoulders before his gaze lifted. “But it’s also for me. This is a big step for us, yes?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, nerves skating through her.

  He traced his fingers over the leather by her hip, and she squirmed under the promise of seduction in his features. This she wanted—no, she craved—the side of Kyler that wasn’t restrained. Where he looked to her like a woman he intended to command.

  Lifting his eyes to hers, he said with a low voice, “We’re not alone tonight. I’ll always be in tune with you during our scene, but it’s good to remember the Club Sin Masters are watching over you, too.” He gestured to his left, and Ella noticed Aidan sitting with Cora, smiling at her. “You’ve got good support here. You realize this, yes?”

  Before having Aidan in the dungeon felt horribly awkward, yet now she couldn’t help but feel even safer. People love you here and are looking out for you. She turned to Kyler and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  He inclined his head in approval and then dropped his eye level to hers. “Tell me your safe word.”

  “Dragon,” she replied.

  “That’s right.” Grinning, he tugged on her hair. “Use it if you need to, all right?”

  Never had she seen him like this—so intent in his study of her. As if he knew her better than she knew herself. As if he had a plan already set in his mind. As if his soul were connected to hers. She licked her lips. “Yes, sir.”

  His low chuckle brushed across her as he turned to Dmitri, who stood in the corner of the dungeon, then Kyler gave him a nod. Suddenly, the music shut off and Kyler looked to the crowd over by the flogging scene and whistled. “Can I have everyone’s attention?”

  Ella gulped. “Oh, no.”

  Kyler barked a laugh, skimming his hand down her side. She moved with the path of his hot fingers, experiencing the burn of his touch low in her body. Aching for him. Craving him. Desiring him.

  Once most of the members settled in front of the stage, Kyler called in a proud voice, “For those who don’t know, my Ella took up a challenge to herself to do things she never would have done. To live out erotic adventures, and say yes more than say no to new things.” His voice got husky, sliding into that sexy tone that brought fire into her loins. “Best we see to this little sub fulfilling that challenge to herself, hmm?”

  The crowd applauded.

  Ella laughed nervously. Oh, good God. “Okay, wait a minute…”

  Kyler ignored her, circling her with his finger tickling over her skin. “Now, some of you might know that last night, my Ella decided to take it upon herself to be paddled by another submissive without my agreement.”

  Ella shoulders slumped, as she felt the room get smaller. Real small.

  She had never, not once, expected Kyler to take her challenge literally, but she guessed she should have. He’d been seemingly making it his intent to have her do crazy-ass things.

  He smacked her bottom and then gave her cheek a squeeze. “Hmm…how should a Dom deal with such bratty behavior?” His voice hinted at amusement and something so much more sensual—raw and feral.

  Ella went damp; even if she was nervous as all get-out, she couldn’t ignore that this revved her high. Then Kyler returned to her front with narrowed eyes. “Ella, I don’t tolerate bratty behavior. Whose body is this to touch?”
r />   “Yours, sir.”

  His mouth twitched, his gaze dancing in delight. “Ah, I love that little tremor in your voice, sweetheart.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “It excites me. It tempts me. It makes me want to fuck you.”

  Her sex clenched under the powerful hum in his voice. The sheer force of sensuality that he exuded made her clit throb. Now she stood in front of the Kyler she’d met on the dance floor at the wedding. The man who didn’t doubt anything. The man who was determined to have his way with her. Now she tumbled into his command, so overwhelmed by the trust in him.

  His breath tickled her neck. “And you like knowing that, don’t you, Ella?”

  “Yes, I do, sir.”

  A low chuckle escaped his mouth as he turned to the blanket, then yanked it off. Her eyes widened as he leaned over and patted a saddlelike device that had a dildo strapped onto the middle. By the fact that it was plugged in, Ella assumed it was also a vibrator.

  His grin turned wicked. “Ready for a ride?” At her obvious hesitation and outright gawk, he added with an arched brow, “Never been on the Sybian before? Well now, this will be fun.”

  He wants me to ride that thing?

  Kyler watched her with that wicked twinkle in his eyes. “You wondered what your punishment would be, darlin’, for your behavior last night,” he leaned in and said with a stern voice. “Five orgasms for the five times I saw—with my own eyes—you allow someone other than me to paddle you.”

  When he leaned away, she managed with a dry throat, “Pardon, sir?”

  “That is your punishment for your little stunt last night. Since you seem so excited to get off, I’m simply helping you achieve your goal,” he said with a grin that spoke of a dominant man enjoying himself way too much.

  Her mouth hung open, and she blinked rapidly. He couldn’t possibly believe he could give her five orgasms? Okay, sure, he’d proven himself talented in that respect, but five fucking orgasms?

  His stern gaze indicated that he held no doubt he’d achieve his goal. He gripped her chin. “I can’t punish you through a spanking, or anything in that regard, Ella. But that doesn’t mean my punishments can’t be creative with that sensitive little clit of yours.” His grin belonged to the devil, his gaze alert and way too aware. “In fact, a helluva lot worse than a spanking, I’d say.”

  “But…” She looked to the crowd and then whispered, “Isn’t that punishment enough?” For cripes’ sake, he had gathered all of the Club Sin members to watch her.

  “Being watched arouses you.” His fingers grazed up and under the leather covering her breasts. “Look at those nipples, all hard and excited.” He slid his hand down her stomach to the junction between her legs. “Your cunt, sweetheart, it’s hot and ready.” He lifted his brow in that sexy way he did. “I think we can stop pretending you don’t like this, don’t you?”

  Regarding him, a sense of strength rose. He was right; she did like this. A lot, it seemed. Knowing others watched her sent a hum throughout her body. She did feel beautiful in the leather, and she liked knowing they all were excited watching her. “Yes, sir.”

  He gave her a hard look. “Never be bratty with me again, Ella. It will lead nowhere good.”

  Or will lead to multiple orgasms.

  Part of her nearly laughed, thinking that’s one helluva punishment that she’d happily accept, but she thought better. She recalled their lovemaking in Dmitri’s bathroom her first night in Club Sin and that reminded her exactly how it felt when he brought her to high levels of ecstasy.

  She rethought her decision to poke the bear.

  Though, somehow as she looked out to the crowd, scanning over the faces, she wasn’t as nervous as she’d thought she ought to be. She had watched nearly all of these people have sex and do outrageous things—was she any different to want the same thing?

  With that reassurance, her heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm. She glanced to her Dom, and the side of his mouth arched ever so slightly. as though he knew how hot she was and somehow he seemed proud of her, too.

  It felt good. Real good.

  He gave her a quick nod, seemingly pleased with her. Turning to the tray, he grabbed off a black piece of rope and crooked a finger at her. “Come here, little one.”

  She swallowed deeply, but was pulled by the electric chemistry between them.

  “Wrists” was all he said.

  She raised her hands and noticed him forming cuffs with the rope. Within seconds, he had the cuff around her one wrist. Then he stepped in behind her and formed another cuff, locking her wrists together at her back.

  “All five of your orgasms belong to me.” He tied a knot and pulled, leaving her wrists completely bound. “If you orgasm without permission, the count will start over.”

  Ask permission. Got it.

  Leaving her there, he grabbed a bottle of lube off the tray and then proceeded to soak the dildo in it. After which he glanced to her and smiled. “Climb on.” Gripping her arm, he assisted her down, steadying her as the rubbery dildo pressed against her folds. As she lowered onto it, it embarrassed her how easily it slid inside her.

  She was just that wet, and the thick dildo filled her.

  He adjusted her body, settling her to have her knees resting against the mat below the saddle, which was soft. Then, looking her dead in the eye, he pressed a button on the saddle and the vibrator turned on. The brutal buzz nearly had her jumping off, if his grip hadn’t stopped her.

  Oh, no, he’s not playing around.

  There was no light buzz—it was a full harsh attack on her clitoris. A buzz that had her mouth parting and her breath all but lost to her. Her eyes shut against the fierce hum, but when something rough slid over her shoulder, she opened her eyes. Turning her head, she noticed Kyler dragging a flogger over her skin. Back and forth, he slid it from her back to her shoulders to her breasts.

  Leaning down, he pressed another button and the vibrator kicked up speed. She dropped her head, relishing in the pleasure. Her unashamed moan filled her ears. The crowd no longer mattered, only Master Kyler remained.

  When she moaned again, the leather tails from the flogger landed across her bottom in a light thud. Then Kyler was there, lifting her face. “Eyes to me, Ella.”

  She opened, feeling dazed. Though the pulse on her clit was anything but delicate—much stronger than any vibrator she’d ever used on herself.

  He stared at her intently. “All right?”

  “Yes, sir,” she wheezed.

  His mouth twitched. “Ah, I see that you are.”

  Moving in behind her again, he paused for only a couple seconds, then the thumps on her bottom and shoulders came faster. Still light enough that it didn’t burn like she expected a flogger to feel like. Different. Perfect, but different. More so, like a heavy thud that seemed connected to her sex, making it constrict around the dildo with each stroke.

  With a firm whack on her bottom, she groaned as a wave of pleasure swept into her. And she fought to hear him ask, “Why are you a Club Sin submissive?”

  “To fulfill my challenge to myself, sir.” She groaned.

  “No.” A hard hit against her bottom had her gasping, which turned quickly into a scream as he pressed against her shoulder, pushing her up against the vibe. The crowd in front of her became a blur.

  “Answer again,” he stated.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head. She didn’t care who watched her now. In fact, knowing others watching Kyler’s skill only overheated her more. She forced her eyes open, thinking quickly against the surge of pleasure. Deep down, she knew what he wanted; she felt it in his touch, almost as if his craving had become linked to her.

  After another thudding hit on her bottom, she managed, “Because I’m yours, sir.”

  “That you are,” was his soft reply.

  Another flick of the tails landed on her ass and she arched into it, curving her body into warm sensation. The buzz of the vibrator landed dead center on her clit, and that fierce buzz dropp
ed her right into climax with little warning.

  The meaning of the words she said stormed across her. The truth of it rang out in her soul. The warmth on her body. The crowd. The pleasure on her clit. It all became too consuming. She gritted her teeth against the power of ecstasy. “Sir, may I come?”

  “Yep. One. Go,” he said in between her flogging.

  As if his words held power to allow her to do so, she broke open and tumbled into wave after wave of euphoric pleasure. When she’d stopped moaning and caught her breath, his voice sounded by her ear. “Tell me why I kept you safe.” He pressed his hand firmly against her shoulder, pushing her tight up against the vibrator.

  Her teeth chattered. “Because you want to protect me, sir.”

  “No.” Using both hands, he pushed against her shoulders, sending the vibrator to brutalize her clit. “Answer again.”

  “I’m yours, sir,” she screamed.

  The brutal buzz on her clit left little choice to argue or accept the idea of another orgasm—he stole the choice from her. Both by the hard buzz on her clit and the warming sensation on her bottom from the flogging, he owned her pleasure. She screamed, shaking her from the inside out. “Can I come, sir?”

  He slapped her bottom with the flogger. “Two. Go.”

  Just like that—she broke into pieces, screaming and shuddering another release.

  She hadn’t caught her breath this time when she noticed him in front of her, naked. His hard, thick, and beautiful cock stood at her eye level. “And yes, sweetheart, you are mine.” He cupped her cheek with a hooded gaze, as another stroke of the flogger warmed her shoulder. “Suck.” His smoldering eyes brought shivers that had nothing to do with the vibrator.

  There was no concern, no hesitation, no fear of breaking her in his features, only focus and determination. Shaking from the lingering effects of her release, and sensitive by the vibrator hammering her, she parted her lips. He shifted his hips forward, his hot and hard penis filling her mouth with the saltiness of his pre-cum dragging along her tongue.