The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  Something he thought needed to change now.

  After a long play-for-power moment blazed between them, she finally took a bite of the strawberry. She also didn’t take her eyes off him as she chewed. Elliott regarded her, realizing how different Mary was than he’d first assumed.

  He had figured he would be playing with an experienced submissive. While Mary did have experience and showed signs of that, it was almost as if he were playing with someone new to the lifestyle. She had to learn to trust all over again, and within that trust, she would find peace to offer her submission.

  He enjoyed the challenge she offered. In fact, he found himself wanting to keep her with him for as long as she’d allow. Something about her being with him felt great. Really great.

  Once she swallowed, he asked, “Good?”

  “Delicious,” she replied with a soft smile.

  He finished the strawberry and then grabbed the croissant, breaking a piece off and feeding it to her. This time she didn’t pause, and ate the croissant without fuss. When she stopped chewing, she took a sip of her coffee, and he asked, “Did you have any plans for today?”

  She lowered her mug to her lap. “No.” Then her eyes widened, as she must’ve realized she answered too quickly.

  “I’m glad.” He smirked. “No plans means that you have no reason not to spend the remainder of the weekend with me.”

  She hesitated, her brows furrowed. “You do realize that I never agreed to a weekend play party.”

  “Yes, I do,” he said, picking up a raspberry and feeding her. “But you did agree to stay with me until I released you.” He mirrored her pause, holding her firm stare. “Did you forget agreeing to that?”

  “No, I remember,” she replied, chewing. “But—”

  He leaned forward and pressed his finger against her lips. “Mary, for once let someone take care of you. Just enjoy this. I’m not asking for anything other than for you to stay with me and do exactly what we are doing now.”

  His body heated at the hitch of her breath. He brought his face close to hers, knowing how his closeness affected her. As he watched her pupils dilate, he added, “Besides, it might be wise to remember that while you came last night, I did not. Do you really believe I would let you leave me with a hard cock that has been tormenting me since you walked into the room?”

  She held his stare, then looked at her coffee mug. “No, of course not.”

  He grabbed a blueberry before he tucked his finger under her chin, drawing her focus. Then he slid the berry across her lips until she parted them and sucked it, and his finger, into her mouth. “That’s right, darlin’. Stop thinking. Relax.”

  She chewed and finally asked, “Only for the weekend?”

  Tough cookie to crack, he thought. “Yes, Mary, for now, it’s only for the weekend.”

  Her eyes narrowed just a little, and he smiled, rather enjoying the fire burning in their depths. She could argue. She could push against his will. She would also never win. After another long stare-down, she asked, “That’s a play on words, don’t you think?”

  He barked a laugh, feeding her another blueberry. “Yes, darlin’, it certainly is.”

  —

  Later that night, Mary groaned as Elliott massaged the arch of her foot. The day had drifted by slowly, and an ease had settled into her in the early afternoon. Not a single word had been spoken since Elliott picked up her left foot, and by the time he moved to the other, her moans became a familiar noise in the quiet room. She’d had massages at the spa, but there was a difference between her female masseuse rubbing her feet and Elliott’s strong hands stroking her.

  Under his knowledgeable ministrations, all of the tension invading her body vanished. When he rubbed the ball of her foot with firm knuckles, she opened her eyes and his chocolaty warm gaze held hers. She thought back to what he had said to her, respect goes far with me. She wanted him to experience her appreciation, not so much because she thought she owed it to him, but because pleasing others and making them feel good fed her soul.

  Those traits made her a submissive. And Elliott was a worthy Dom. What he’d done for her since she’d met him was bring quiet to her mind. More than anything, he reminded her of the woman she used to be.

  Elliott had honor. That was to be respected. He showed kindness when he didn’t need to. He was a man who kept true to his word, and a man who had simply taken care of her since she met him. As well as the reason she felt as serene as she did now.

  She pulled her foot away from his hand, and Elliott lifted his head. His mouth was parted, his eyelids were lowered, he was seemingly as relaxed as she, maybe even a little sleepy. What he had told her echoed in her ears, “Do you really believe I would let you leave me with a hard cock that has been tormenting me since you walked into the room?”

  A statement somewhat made in jest, she was sure, but one she hadn’t forgotten. Moving toward him, she went onto her knees only to see the bulge in his pants. His low chuckle brushed across her, bringing forth a shiver.

  She lifted her head to him as he murmured, “Ah, darlin’. You want my cock, do you?”

  “I certainly do, sir,” she replied easily.

  His dark eyes held hers. “Why?”

  “Gratitude, sir.”

  An unreadable emotion crossed his face, and she wondered if maybe she had disappointed him with her answer. Perhaps he would’ve preferred her to say, I want you. While she was sexually attracted to Elliott, and even felt a powerful connection to him, her heart would always belong to Charles.

  Her submission was his.

  That would never change.

  She also wanted to give something back to Elliott—maybe not all of herself, but at least the most that she could give. And who was she kidding, she was going to enjoy this, too—it had been a long time since she’d had a man’s penis in her mouth.

  Elliott moved off the bed and began to unbuckle his belt. She took the moment to admire his squared chest and the slight definition of his abdomen. Slowly, almost teasingly, he removed his pants and boxer briefs.

  When his cock sprang free, Mary couldn’t look away. He was much bigger than she expected by feeling him on the outside of his pants. Long and thick, his penis was beautiful. As he returned to the bed and sat back on his heels, he wrapped his hand around himself and groaned, stroking his hard cock.

  “This is what you want, Mary?” he asked huskily. “To touch me, just like this?”

  She licked her lips. “Yes, sir.”

  “Why?”

  The sun beamed across his bare chest, but she forced herself to hold his stare. “Gratefulness, sir.”

  His eyes narrowed on her. “Is that so?”

  Her breath caught in her throat as he seemingly reached right down into her soul. Her mind fought to give him the answer she knew he wanted. Though as she regarded him, all muscle and delicious man, her body buzzed with desire.

  Elliott, a man as powerful as he, caressing himself was a sight she couldn’t ignore. Wetness and warmth spread between her thighs, making her greedy for him. All thoughts vanished as her mind now zeroed in on his hand. Each stroke was her torture. She ached to touch him, taste him, and devour him.

  When he circled the tip of his cock, he grunted, and the masculine sound cut right through her and freed her mind. An urge to consume herself with his pleasure overtook her. To make Elliott’s grunts even louder…yeah, she wanted that. As another groan passed through his sculpted lips, he slid his hand down his thick shaft to the base.

  A harsh shiver cut through her.

  His gaze held hers, so wise and educated, and the smallest of smiles turned up the corner of his mouth. “Ah, now, there is the look of a woman who wants to fuck me.”

  She shifted on her knees, aching between her thighs. “I do, sir.”

  “Why?”

  Her gaze drifted from his heavy cock to his molten eyes. “You’re gorgeous, Elliott.”

  A low groan rumbled from his chest. “Tell me the real reason wh
y you want to touch me now.” He slid his hand up his shaft and he moaned in that sexy way men did. “Then you can have me.”

  She trembled as wildfire seeped into her veins. And the words spilled easily from her mouth with her passionate cravings. “I want you, sir—to feel you, to taste you, to please you.”

  “I see that you do,” he growled. “Come to me.”

  She moved to him as he straightened up onto his knees. Leaning down over him, he removed his hand and she replaced it with hers. She took him swiftly between her lips, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, and her mouth stretched to take him against her tongue.

  With each bob of her head and stroke of her hand, she sensed in the way he quivered that he had been pushed to extremes over the course of their time together. She understood, as he seemed to have a similar effect on her, too.

  Knowing what he needed from her, which wasn’t a slow, sensual dance to draw out pleasure but for her to do as he had done for her, ease the edge, she moved fast. Up and down, her mouth dragged across his soaked penis with her saliva, and her hand followed behind.

  Elliott’s fingers tangled into her hair, and he began shifting his hips in the same rhythm she set. His groans brushed across all of her senses, and his masculine, musky scent only made her sex clench for him.

  She used both hands now, stroking faster and harder. Sensing his cock becoming rock hard in her mouth, and when his fingers tightened in her hair, she increased her speed. His deep moans filled the room around her, making her feel emotions she thought she had lost.

  To please a man, a Dom, fed her submissive nature. To give back to another who took care of her brought a sense of warmth and purpose, urging her to increase her speed and jerk him more firmly.

  Two strokes later, he was bucking and jerking against her mouth and she was swallowing every drop of his offering. The sounds from his release were the only noise she focused on. And the way his body quaked was all that mattered.

  His pleasure fed hers.

  Once his trembling ceased, she slid her tongue across the tip of his cock, cleaning him. He tucked a finger under her chin and his smile was contagious. “You have lips that could keep a man very happy.” Then he leaned down, kissing her mouth, unashamed.

  He took her as if he had known her a lifetime and knew exactly how she liked to be kissed. When he finally broke away, he dragged a thumb across her lip. “Tell me, how is that sweet pussy feeling now?”

  “Wet, sir,” she replied with a soft laugh.

  “Good.” He chuckled before his smile vanished and hardness formed in his features. “That’s how your cunt will stay until you give me a truthful answer the first time.” He moved off the bed, gathering his pants before he looked to her with a firm expression that gave no room for argument. “Go and shower.”

  She was tempted to take the power away and make it her decision to go shower when she wanted, not when he told her to—so that she kept the control, not him—but the achiness of her body reminded her not to push a Dom too far.

  This time, she listened.

  Chapter Seven

  The sun beaming across Mary’s skin opened her eyes. Her stare connected with the finger that once held her wedding ring, which she had removed a year after Charles’s death. It became too difficult to explain when patients would ask about her husband. The decision had been gut-wrenching, but having to say her husband died was worse. Though the diamond necklace around her neck, declaring Charles’s claim on her soul, would never come off.

  Feeling hardness against her, and a sense of comfort she hadn’t felt in some time, she turned onto her side. Elliott’s smile greeted her, and she smiled in return. They’d spent an entire weekend together, not anything she imagined would have happened when she accepted his invitation, and most of that time with him, he took care of her. It’d been years since anyone had taken care of her.

  She’d always been taking care of everyone else.

  “Did you sleep well?” he asked in his smooth voice.

  Her heart skipped at how beautiful he looked in the morning. Naked, with the white cover at his waist. Her fingers itched to trace the lines of his masculine body. “I did, actually. Very well.”

  His smile sweetened. “I’m glad.”

  Mary thought she should feel terrible for being with Elliott, but she didn’t. All she felt was satisfied to her bones and content with him next to her. Though as that knowledge swept through her, she shut her eyes, unable to stop the memory invading her mind.

  In Chains, Mary sighed as she knelt on the stage with all of their closest friends surrounding them. Tears filled her eyes as Charles held the sparkling diamond necklace in front of her. This day had seemed to happen all too quickly, but she didn’t doubt her decision to give herself fully to Charles. She knew more than anything in her life that this, them together, was meant to be.

  Charles grasped her chin, commanding her gaze. “Only mine, Mary.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered in adoration.

  He slid the collar around her neck and fastened it. Then he looked to her with the love that she believed would get them through anything. “Mine,” he said softly. “Forever.”

  She lost herself in his powerful hold, and the heavy weight of the diamonds would forever remind her that she, her heart and soul, belonged to him. “Yours. Always.”

  Charles smiled, not only in happiness, it seemed, but in full gratitude that she had given him her soul.

  She opened her eyes and sickness rolled through her. This was too personal. Elliott erased thoughts with sensations, relaxation, pleasure; he had made her forget Charles. She couldn’t forget.

  She’d come to the party to experience a BDSM scene, not anything this intimate. Yet as Elliott shifted on his side, tracing his fingers down her arm, it all became too tender. The look in his eyes wasn’t distant or what she remembered when she had a few one-night stands in her twenties before meeting Charles. He looked to her like Charles once did, with intent and interest.

  Coldness swept through her, as part of her fought against wanting to give in. She wondered what her children would think if they knew she was in bed with another man. If they discovered that their mother had moved on from her deceased husband. Ice filled her veins, as Elliott’s touch didn’t bring heat, but the exact opposite.

  The flight response.

  She began to sit up. “I should go.”

  Elliott moved on top of her, sliding between her thighs and closing his hard body against hers. “Ah, darlin’, I’m not quite done with you.” Then his lips crushed against hers, and regardless of her hesitations, she was melting.

  His mouth on hers was pure passion. Every move he made and swipe of his tongue forced her into his command. A low groan rumbled from his mouth as his cock rubbed against her mound, which was damp with need.

  The power his touch possessed made her forget her mind all over again. The way he used his body stole her hesitations. Overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of how well Elliott kissed, she struggled to remember why she wanted to leave.

  He nibbled on her bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth. Grasping her face, he tilted her head and devoured her neck, slowly moving down her body. Mary held her breath in anticipation. Kissing his way over her shoulder, he licked down the curve of her arm, and she arched into him. Her breasts tingled beneath her corset and her nipples puckered. She glanced down as he went lower and pressed his lips against her hip bone. Then his gaze lifted and his dark eyes held hers, not with the warmth she expected from him, but perhaps because he had been strained when he couldn’t do as he wanted with her all weekend.

  One sleek brow arched. “Grab the headboard.”

  Not a question.

  A demand.

  She battled against using her safe word and ending their time together. She knew she should. Elliott seemed too invested. This wasn’t simply sex; she knew that now. But she was throbbing, her submission yearning for just another moment of play. She ached for his tongue to dive inside h
er.

  Mary greedily wanted another orgasm. She slowly lifted her hands up to the headboard and her fingers wrapped around the cool metal bars that likely were for design only, but were, in fact, perfect for bondage.

  “That’s it,” he murmured in a rumbly voice. “Keep them right there.” His grin was wicked and oh-so-arrogant before he lowered his head, traveling lower down her body. When he rested between her thighs, he spread her legs, tucking them over his strong shoulders.

  She gazed at his dark head of hair as he blew over her slick heat. When he gave one firm lick up her folds, her eyes fluttered shut. A shiver ran through her as his tongue pressed against her clit, and she gasped as the sensual lick vanished.

  “What type of medicine do you practice?” His voice was controlled, steady.

  Something Mary couldn’t quite figure out, since she felt wildly out of control. “I’m a family doctor,” she replied, squirming and yearning.

  Another lick had her arching for more.

  “Do you like your job?” he asked.

  She dropped her hands, heat pooling right down in her gut for him to continue. “Do you really want to discuss this now?”

  He nipped her thigh hard and she gasped in pain, as he added, “I told you last night, you get pleasure when you answer me truthfully the first time.” He lifted his head from her sex and his eyes narrowed. “I also told you to keep your hands on the headboard.”

  “Sorry, sir,” she muttered, returning her hands to the metal bars.

  “Now answer the question.” His voice was hard.

  “I love my job.” She held his stare, yet by his grin she knew he was well aware how aroused she was. How damn needy she was. And perhaps that’s why he did it. Maybe he was using the only leverage he could to get to know her.

  Another long, savoring lick up her folds had her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

  “Why did you choose that particular medical field?” he asked, swirling his tongue over her clit, making her nearly cross-eyed.

  She grasped the headboard tight, angled her chin, and barely managed, “The personal relationships.”