As she took him deep into her throat, he angled his head back, then when he glanced to her, not even the vibe could match the reaction she experienced. For the first time since she’d met Kyler, he didn’t look at her like a delicate flower. Hard lines creased his eyes. His mouth was set into a firm line.
You burn only for me, his fiery gaze told her.
I’m yours, her heart whispered.
* * *
Staring down at his cock disappearing into Ella’s mouth, Kyler grunted. The wet, warm space encased his shaft between her lips. He gripped her hair, holding it tightly, as all worry vanished from his mind. He tugged on her hair, forcing her mouth to move faster over his hard rod. Then he yanked it back, withdrawing his penis, only to pull her head back on him, over and over again. Now he took pleasure in the manner he’d craved since he set his eyes on Ella.
The once vanilla woman now accepted his dominance.
When his penis hit the back of her throat, he pulled out in enough time for her to say, “Come. Sir.”
Amused by how clipped her words were, he pushed his hand against her shoulder again, pinning her down to the vibrator. “Three. Go.” In less time it took for her to drag her lips over his shaft, she blew apart, screaming and shuddering. The high-pitched screech raised a grin to his face, as he ached for that sound.
Total loss of control.
When her screams cut off and she outright quaked from the force of her orgasms, he tangled his fingers into her hair, moving her mouth back onto him. He pumped his hips into her mouth, giving her what she craved. To be manhandled. To not be touched delicately. To be fucked by his cock in her mouth, hard enough to make her gag.
This moment was as much for her as it was for him.
The showing that things had changed between them. When she gagged again on his cock, he yanked out from her mouth, saliva dripping off the tip of his cock. He groaned, loving it messy.
Raising the flogger, he stepped in behind her. “Ride the cock.” Unleashing the leather tails on her bottom, she rose up and down, using the strength of her legs. Continuing to turn her shoulders, upper back, and bottom a bright red, he never relented with the flogger. Yet he saw her increased shaking and heard the hitching in her breath, he dropped the flogger to the ground.
Done with forcing her orgasms, he simply wanted to claim one for himself. He yearned to feel her explode around his shaft, strangling him blind. Behind her, he lifted her in his arms, withdrawing the dildo from inside her. Then he gently pushed her forward, purposely placing her clit on the vibrating part of the machine. Grasping her hips, he squatted on his feet and pressed his cockhead against her soaking folds, and entered her in one long stroke.
Keeping his hand on her back to hold her tight on the vibe, he forced her to ride out the vibration as he took her from behind. He pounded into her hot cunt, dripping her arousal all over his sac. Her sweaty skin was hot beneath his touch, as he took what he wanted. What he craved, her perfection that belonged only to him.
His thigh muscles burned as he squeezed her ass cheeks, then slapped both with a thudding hit. “Tell me why I smack your ass.”
“Because you know I love it, sir.” She screamed, louder than he’d ever heard.
It was beautiful.
Thrusting harder, he leaned against his hand, pushing her harder against the vibe, while driving into her tight channel. He slapped her red, hot ass with another thudding hit in a way he had wanted to for so damn long. She quivered against his cock, squeezing at him and all but begging his seed to fill her. “Good answer. But give a better one.”
Her breath hitched, then she screamed, “Master Kyler, I’m yours.”
Warmth traveled through him. He heard nothing else or demanded more from her with words. It wasn’t what she said that broke his control, it was the soft way she said it. The meaning behind it. That she said it in front of all Club Sin members made everything right, in what had seemed so many complications.
Nothing lay between them. No pain. No concern. Only acceptance of her will into his hands. Thrusting into her with hard, punishing thrusts, he took what belonged to him. He pumped into her not as a way to pleasure her, but a method to own her.
Possess her.
Each stroke made his muscles quiver, and his sac brushed against the saddle below. The vibration sent a sizzle through him, clenching his jaw. Continuing to press her chest down, her body shook beneath him, and he forced her to ride out another climax. As his body tightened, his release so close drawing up his balls, he gripped her hip and leveled her with hard thrusts, leaving her no choice but to obey his command.
His cock hardened inside her, growing larger, and she shouted, “Come. S…”
Slapping her ass with heavy thuds, he roared, “Four. Go!”
And she obeyed him—without a single hesitation.
Screaming and shuddering beneath him, her cunt tightened like a vise grip around him, as her cum bathed over his shaft. Then he was bucking and jerking, forgetting about her round ass, warm from his swats and flogging. He lost himself in his climax, which forced his mouth shut as he rode her ruthlessly.
By the time her inner walls released him, massaging at his spent cock, sweat from his forehead dripped onto her back. His lungs tightened with each breath, but he withdrew from her, gritting his teeth against the sensitivity on his cockhead.
Leaning over her, he turned off the vibe and didn’t doubt Ella’s high squeak was from both pleasure and pain. A clit as sensitive as hers, played with in the manner he had, would be sore.
He gathered her in his arms and moved to the wall next to them, placing her back against it. “This one, beautiful, will be up close and personal.” He stared into her glassy eyes, seeing the effects of the pleasure on her dozy expression. Tears of ecstasy were in her eyes. He sensed the exhaustion of her body as he supported her weight when he lowered her legs to the floor.
He dropped his hand to between her hot, creamy thighs and his fingers found her slick heat. “Tell me why I want this last orgasm from you.”
Her gaze held hers, and her makeup ran down the sides of her flushed cheeks. So fucking breathtaking. Then she said with a coarse voice, “You’re taking what belongs to you, as I am yours, sir.”
“Yes, Ella, you are,” he murmured. “Always looking at me. Always in my space. Mine.” Holding her with an arm wrapped around back, he brushed his fingers over her clit. She whimpered, yet he ignored her objection. He lowered his fingers and found her drenched slit. Then he pushed his fingers inside her, and finger-fucked her with force.
Angling his fingers against her G-spot, he increased the speed and the pressure. His palm banged against her sensitive clit on each thrust and her eyes became huge, clear and focused. Then she screamed in a way he had never heard from her: part shock, part euphoria.
Locked in his stare, she gasped, “C-c-c-oooome.”
“Five.” He pumped his fingers harder…faster…deeper. “Go.”
Her pussy tightened and released, and did so again. Then her cum washed down his palm, traveling a path down his forearm. When the moisture stopped and her inner walls eased against his fingers, he dragged his soaked hand along her thigh, showing exactly what he’d done to her.
She sagged against him and he gripped her tighter, pinning her against the wall and his sweaty body. Loud clapping from the crowd echoed through the dungeon. Apparently, he’d given a good show.
He cared nothing of it, his attention remained on Ella. On the beauty that had knocked him right on his ass, made his life messy, and then somehow gave him more than he’d ever thought he’d receive.
Ignoring the loud hollers coming from the crowd, he threaded his hand into her hair and tugged, keeping her locked into his hold. “Tell me, Ella.” His breath rushed from his lungs, his heart hammering in his ears. “And don’t make me ask you to repeat your answer.”
Happy and exhausted tears flooded her eyes, tears that spoke of undying love. “Here, in your hold, things are right. Here, I�
��m safe. Here, nothing else matters.”
Squeezing his fingers so damn tight in her hair, overcome with raw emotion, he added, “This, us, it’s forever. I love you, Ella.”
A tear slid down her cheek, and he caught the moisture with his finger, as he’d catch every single tear after it. She brought her mouth close to his, staring at him with the adoring eyes he’d longed for. “I love you, too. Here is my home.”
For Sue Grimshaw. A friend. A kick-ass editor. And the woman with the magical wand that makes dreams come true!
Acknowledgments
As always, a huge shout-out to Sue Grimshaw, who is the best supporter an author could have in her corner.
To my agent, Jessica Alvarez, thank you for all that you do and for always being there when I need you most.
Lea Griffith, I don’t know what I would do without you! Every girl needs a great friend, and I’ve sure found a special one in you!
Gina Gordon deserves a big mention for brainstorming Desired with me. Her advice made writing this book easier and she had a huge helping hand in the final chapter. Thanks for being an awesome writing buddy and a terrific friend.
To my readers, your love and support keeps me writing! All your e-mails and kind words really do brighten my days!
Last, a big thank-you goes out to Brian S. Eaves, who answered my endless questions about police procedure and didn’t once turn me away. His responses made my job easier, and I am beyond grateful. And to Sophie Grey, for introducing us and helping out an author in need!
To everyone at Random House, from marketing to cover artists to everyone in between, I’m humbled to have found such a wonderful home for my writing.
Freed is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2014 by Stacey Kennedy
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Contents
Master - Table of Contents
Freed
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Dedication
Acknowledgments
By Stacey Kennedy
About the Author
Chapter One
Mary drove past the iron gate minutes before six o’clock and up the cobblestone driveway toward the Georgian-style mansion. Set back from the road, the redbrick residence was decorated with black shutters and white pillars. Flowers embellished every inch of the grounds, as did olive and Australian willow trees. Dmitri Pratt and Presley Flynn’s home was breathtakingly beautiful yet commanding in its own way, too.
She approached the circular portion of the driveway, and parked her car behind a limousine. As she turned off the engine to her Mercedes convertible, Mary tried to figure out whom the limo could belong to. Since the chauffeur was waiting patiently in the vehicle, she doubted it belonged to her dear friend Dmitri. Besides, he had always preferred to drive himself.
Curious now, she grasped the wine bottle off the passenger seat, and as she exited the car the stifling Vegas air engulfed her. Her high heels clicked against the stone driveway as she made her way to the dark hardwood front door. When she reached the entrance and knocked, the light breeze fluttered the hem of her mauve sundress.
Only seconds passed before the door opened, and Dmitri’s girlfriend, Presley, greeted her, wearing a strapless yellow baby-doll dress. Mary thought even with dark eye makeup around her gorgeous emerald-green eyes and her curled blond hair, Presley still looked much younger than Mary’s own fifty years.
“I’m so glad you could make it, Mary,” Presley said with her sweet smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Mary returned the smile, stepping into the house and hugging her friend tightly. Since Presley had come into Dmitri’s life, she had made it a point to invite Mary over for a weekly dinner. At first Mary had refused the kind offer because she worried it would bring back too many memories. Dmitri reminded her of her late husband, Charles, whom she missed dearly. Though after Presley’s numerous invites Mary felt rude saying no. Now she enjoyed their get-togethers, even looking forward to them. She released Presley and said, “Thank you for having me. How are things?”
“Couldn’t be better. I told you, or I think we talked about, my hours at the clinic being cut back, which is good and bad financially, of course, but it’s giving Dmitri and me more time together.” Presley’s soft, gentle voice was so welcoming.
“Wonderful news.” Mary offered the bottle of wine. “A treat for dinner tonight. A nice white that I think will complement whatever you’re serving.”
“Yum. Thank you. Let’s go into the kitchen and talk a bit before we eat.” Presley turned and headed in that direction, her curls bouncing around her shoulders.
Mary smiled, as Presley reminded her a lot of herself when she was twenty-five years old—passionate about life. She removed her high heels, leaving them at the door like she always did, and looked around the foyer. A huge balcony curved around the entire upper floor, leading to a grand wooden staircase. Dmitri’s interior designer, someone that Mary had recommended when he built the home just over four years ago, had outdone herself. From the art on the walls, to the decorative sculptures, the house exuded wealth. One of her favorite paintings was the Edgar Degas—she wasn’t sure if it was a print or an original, Dmitri could afford either. She always admired the entrance no matter how many times she’d seen it before.
Her gaze lowered to the cherry hardwood floors, and her stomach tightened. In the basement was a secret not many knew of unless they were members of the elite and exclusive BDSM dungeon Club Sin. A club that Mary had never attended—in fact, she had no idea what it looked like, only that the club existed.
Even if Dmitri owned the dungeon and would no doubt allow her membership, many of the members were his close friends and presumably closer to his age, thirty-five years old, or younger. It was one thing to visit your friends’ home for dinner; it’s quite another to have a dialogue half naked and dressed for play. Besides, most of Club Sin’s members were still single and she doubted any of them had children—the differences in their lives were vast, and therefore playing at the club lacked in appeal in more ways than one.
After Charles, her husband and the father of her children, and also her best friend and Dom, passed away, just over four short years ago, her need to play in BDSM clubs died with him.
She sighed through those still-painful memories and followed Presley when she heard voices coming from the living room. Glancing to her left, she noted Dmitri sitting on one of the leather couches. His features were stern and focused on his conversation until his eyes met hers; then he smiled.
With his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, Dmitri was a handsome young man. Though she’d known Dmitri for more than ten years, the relationship between them had always been strictly platonic. “Mary,” Dmitri said, waving
her into the room. “Please come in.”
She immediately noticed another man with a dark head of hair showing hints of gray on the sides. When he rose from his seat, her breathing faltered and her gaze drank him in.
“Mary Schmidt,” Dmitri said. “Please meet Elliott Foster.”
Elliott was tall, at least six-foot-three, and compared to Mary’s five-foot-six frame, he towered over her. He had a powerful physique, obviously a man who cared for himself and lived a healthy lifestyle. It’d been quite a while since she’d allowed herself to have an interest in another man, but this guy, she couldn’t look away.
He was undeniably gorgeous, and he looked to be right around her age.
Excitement shot through her when the side of Elliott’s mouth arched in a half-smile. He offered her his hand in greeting. “It’s my pleasure.”
“Likewise.” Mary slid her hand into his and heady warmth seeped from his strong fingers into hers; she felt drawn in to his spell.
His grip tightened slightly and he observed her. Nervously, she shifted on her feet from side to side, suddenly very unsure in her own skin.
She removed her hand from his, and couldn’t help but cast her gaze downward. Partly anxiety but partly a result of his presence, a natural response for her, and unfortunately something he would also detect and understand himself.
A long pause passed before Dmitri cleared his throat, drawing Mary’s attention. “Elliott is a close friend. We do a lot of business together.” His normal conversation pulled her back into their surroundings.
“Oh, do you work at the casino as well?” she asked, keeping her focus on Dmitri, attempting to settle the racing of her heart. Without having Elliott confirm it, she knew he was a Dom—for those in the lifestyle, it was instinctual. She could tell by his observation of her, the knowing smile, and the desire in his eyes. Possibly even in the way he commanded his space within the room. She didn’t know if he played at Club Sin or somewhere else, but experience led her to identify a sexual Dominant.
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