His Driven Domme (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 4)

by Anya Summers

  Chase should have been designing buildings or furniture, but instead he helped turn weddings into a fantasy the bride has always dreamt about. Lucy glanced over her shoulder to the doorway, but Jesse had left.

  And if she felt guilty about the way she'd treated him, she quashed it. It was for the best, there was no future between a Domme and a Dom.

  * * *

  An hour later, Lucy stepped off the elevator, heading toward her room to prepare for dinner. Apparently, Zoey and the head chef for her wedding, Zeke, were in the kitchen, cooking up a storm together. Zoey had mentioned that she may go to culinary school, that Declan was urging her to follow her dreams. Lucy liked that about Declan, he was doing what Zoey's parents, forgive her for even thinking, had never considered when they were alive; allowing her to follow her dreams.

  Lucy remembered how excited Zoey had been when she was accepted to the culinary institute right before they'd graduated high school. Zoey had been all prepared to mail her acceptance letter in right away. Within twenty-four hours, her tune had done a complete one-eighty, under her parents' advice of course, and she accepted a place at and enrolled in the local state university. Lucy had been sad for Zoey at the time, but knew that once she set her mind to something, there was no stopping her.

  Which was why Lucy flying over here had been for naught before she'd even purchased her ticket. Lucy knew Zoey wouldn't relent once her mind was firmly made up. However, Lucy was satisfied that she had made the trip, on a personal level. She'd arrived in Scotland living a half-life, and now felt more alive than she'd been in ages. It was all thanks to Jesse, too.

  Lucy didn't know how she should handle the situation with him. Did she want more from him? Yes. She enjoyed the challenge he presented, in having him submit to her will. How often did one Dom submit to another? Never. It gave her this pervasive thrill, like she was taming a wild stallion. Did she think it was feasible for them to actually carry on a relationship? No. And that was where the problem lay. The more they interacted, the more she wanted to get to know him better, and there was only one way this could end. With the both of them going back to their separate lives on different continents.

  Avoiding Jesse, pushing him away like she'd done earlier, while crueler than she would have liked, seemed to be the only way to shut him down. It was Saturday night. Surely there would be more male subs in the Dungeon she could find to play with, and if not, this place had a kicking wine cellar she would avail herself of until Wednesday morning.

  Lucy entered her room and blanched. Jesse knelt at her feet in the slave pose, completely, one hundred percent naked without a stitch to his name. His sculpted ass pointed up in invitation. He didn't move when she shut the door but stayed still, awaiting her instructions.

  "Jesse, what the hell are you doing?" she blustered, cursing that her voice sounded breathy instead of firm.

  "Awaiting my Mistress's command," he replied.

  My Mistress, like he was hers. Liquid heat pooled in her belly. Lucy's resolve to stay away from him melted more with each breath. He had the most spectacular backside. The interplay of his muscles made her want to get on her knees and thank the heavens for such a fine specimen of manhood.

  "Please leave, Jesse," she ordered him, doing her best to quash the need lashing her system. Resolving to remain firm in her decision to steer clear of any more entanglements with him. Even though, deep down, she'd like nothing more than to caress the ass he presented to her like an offering. She clenched her hands into fists to keep herself from reaching out to do just that.

  "No," he mumbled, not moving from his supine position.

  What? How could he? "What do you mean, no?"

  "I will do whatever you wish, except that, Mistress."

  Shit.

  As tough a cookie as she was, he was too large for her to throw bodily out of her room. She left him where he knelt awaiting her pleasure and paced over to the window. Lucy stared out at the rolling hills and vales. The land was beginning to dull with the oncoming winter. The fields of green were turning from the bright effervescence into a darker evergreen; the trees dispensed their leaves, the bare branches swayed in the breeze. The late day sun had already begun its descent near the horizon strung with craggy slate mountains.

  Could she be with him, give him what he was asking of her, and then walk away? More importantly, did she want to send him away? Her body screamed no as heat suffused her limbs. Why did he want to submit to her, anyway? She'd never heard of a Dom switching allegiances, so to speak. That alone piqued her curiosity and made her want to peel back his layers to uncover what made him tick.

  "All right, sub. Await me at the foot of the bed."

  Jesse unfolded his big body from the floor and padded over to the bed. Lucy went to the armoire, withdrew three items, and turned. His back was to her, and she noticed tremors racking his frame. He was fighting his instincts for her. It was damn intoxicating on her end.

  Lucy walked over to him, assessing how she would position him.

  "I want you to bend over and lay your chest on the bed."

  He did as she asked without question. From this position, it put his ass at the perfect height for what she had planned.

  "Put your hands above your head against the bed. Do not move them for any reason."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Very good. Now, you disobeyed a direct order from me when I asked you to leave. For that, you will be punished, understood?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  Lucy laid the lube packet and butt plug on the bed, testing the cane in her hand. "For your disobedience, you will receive thirty lashes with the cane. I want you to count each one, understood?"

  He groaned. "Yes, Mistress."

  "Remember your safeword?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  Then she let the cane snap against his buttocks. "One," he hissed. She proceeded with great efficiency, using a method and pattern as she applied the cane to his backside. God, did she enjoy watching his ass cheeks redden underneath her hand. She knew the pain was getting to him, but he held steady. Lucy didn't hold back. If he truly wanted to be with her, experience what she truly needed from a man, then she would give him what he asked for.

  It was at about the fifteenth whack that she noticed his pained hisses shifted into guttural groans of ecstasy. He was enjoying being on the receiving end of the discipline as much as she was enjoying dishing it out. But she watched his responses, checking to make sure she didn't cause him harm, all while pushing him past his boundaries.

  When the last blow landed, he whimpered under her hand, so near the edge of release. But she wasn't going to let him have it, not yet. She was still too upset with his blitzkrieg, and unwillingness to give her a choice in the matter. Lucy laid the cane down, picking up the lube packet and plug. She opened both packages, held the plug in her mouth and squirted lube into her palms.

  He groaned when she separated his ass cheeks, stroking her hands along his crease. Her fingers lathered lube on the pink rosette hole of his anus. She inserted a finger covered in lube, thrusting it in and out of his tight channel. Jesse was gasping and shuddering as she gained deeper access. Then she added a second finger, stretching the taut muscle so that it would be loose enough to accept the larger plug she'd selected.

  Jesse gripped the comforter, huffing as she added a third finger. One of these days, she'd love to see how he responded to her fucking his ass with a strap-on. From the aroused moans coming from him, she had a feeling he'd enjoy it. More, she would, too. Then she removed her fingers, coated the plug with more lube, pressed it to his anus, and pushed forward.

  The plug was cone shaped, widening to its base. She teased his perineum, which helped him relax as the plug slid home past the tight ring.

  Then she stood back and studied her handiwork. Not bad; he looked gorgeous, his ass all red. His legs spread so that she could see his heavy sac. From this angle, she noted his bulging erection. The poor man was near climax. It would have to wait, though. />
  "All right, sub. Now I want you to dress and accompany me to dinner. I hear that we have the famous chef, Zeke Driscoll, cooking for us tonight."

  "What?" Jesse damn near whimpered.

  She smacked her hand across his buttocks. "How do you address me?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  He stood; his legs trembling slightly as he regained his footing. But what was truly delicious was watching him walk with the butt plug, all while attempting to contain his raging erection. God, he was a gorgeous sight, and Lucy had to shove her own ardor under lock and key until after dinner.

  "Oh, and don't even think of trying to come until I tell you that you can," she instructed.

  The look of horror on his face made her chuckle deep in her throat. By the time they returned to the room, he'd be willing to tell her anything she asked him.

  Chapter Eight

  Lucy knew how to torture a man. Sadistic little minx.

  The table nearly groaned under the banquet laid out by Zeke and Zoey. The chef and budding amateur had cooked a feast worthy of Queen Elizabeth's table. The first course was a ratatouille soup, followed by rosemary lamb chops and new potatoes, as well as freshly baked, made from scratch rolls with a choice of butter or citrus marmalade.

  Around the table, everyone exclaimed how incredible the food was, and Jesse could barely taste it. Conversation ebbed and flowed around him, but he couldn't have said what the topic of conversation actually was. All of his focus and energy were directed to his scorching backside, and the enormous plug in his ass. Every time he moved and shift in his seat, the thing moved and he would bite back a groan, fighting his arousal, tempering it down. Except his cock didn't want to follow his directives anymore, it seemed, and he was semi-hard all through dinner.

  He smiled and laughed where appropriate, with some prodding from Lucy's well-placed heel on his foot.

  "Are you coming to the DFC tonight, Jesse?" Declan asked, from where he was seated at the head of the table.

  Jesse glanced up, the Doms he knew and cared for, whom he considered his friends, all watching him like he was about to sprout devil's horns and spew green sludge from his mouth. Declan, Jared, Chase and Zeke couldn't understand what he'd been through in the last six months. There was no way for him to truly explain it to them, when he didn't fully understand it himself. And he was nowhere near the other side of his grief and guilt. He might never be. The only thing he knew at this point in his life was that Lucy's touch, whether she was spanking his ass or making him come harder than he ever had before, was a balm and salve to his wounds.

  "Not tonight, no. Why, is there something happening that you need me there for?" He'd make excuses regardless.

  It was Jared who replied. "Veronica checked in this afternoon."

  Fuck.

  And there went his night if he let it. What the hell was she doing here? He didn't care if the Queen herself was in residence and requesting an audience with him, he still wouldn't visit the club tonight when he was doing his damndest to lay siege to Lucy's defenses. Veronica showing up here, now, could create problems he just didn't need in his life. He ignored the fingers of dread spreading through his chest at Veronica's arrival. She represented everything from his past that he wanted to forget.

  "Well, have fun. I'm not interested," Jesse replied, fully aware that Lucy sat next to him and was studying him like she had him under a microscope.

  "Well, enjoy your evening," Declan intervened, and thankfully the topic of conversation shifted to the wedding.

  Thank you, Kara! Send the woman a fruit basket for her timely save.

  Sweat rolled down his back by the time the meal ended and he did his utmost to control the lust pumping in his veins. A simple touch of Lucy's hand on his cock and he knew he would come. Even the news of Veronica being at the Dungeon Fantasy Club didn't seem to diminish the fact that his body had plateaued on this plane of heightened arousal. Jesse waited until everyone else, with the exception of Lucy, had exited the dining room before standing.

  He couldn't have stopped the groan from escaping as he stood if he'd tried.

  At Lucy's dark chuckle, he gave her what he hoped was a withering glare.

  "Follow me." She stood, regal as any queen. He followed on her heels, his body primed for whatever else she had planned for him in that gorgeous head of hers.

  With each step the plug shifted, skittering along his nerve endings and sending jolts of pleasure straight to his dick. Was it any wonder he'd suffered through dinner with a hard-on, and was seriously becoming concerned about the distinct possibility of blue balls if Lucy didn't allow him to come soon? Very soon.

  "Who's Veronica?" Lucy asked the moment she shut her bedroom door behind them.

  "She's just a sub I've dallied with before. The relationship, if you could call it that, ended last April." Along with the rest of his life. She just also happened to be the team doc who had supplied him with a never-ending source of pain meds. Except he didn't want to go into all the sordid details of his past tonight. Not now when he was on the verge of having Lucy agree to spend the next few days she was here with him. He wanted to forget about Paris, and the fallout surrounding his career's demise, for a few days. Reality would return more than soon enough. Jesse needed this break from reality.

  "Is it going to cause a problem that you're with me?" Lucy probed him with a controlled stare masking her visage. The woman could give lessons in poker faces.

  "No," he answered, his response probably too fast. Pleasure blasted his system at her slight display of jealousy at the mention of another woman. It was akin to her claiming him as her sub. He almost swayed on his knees at the prospect.

  When he didn't elaborate, she responded with a slight tilt of her head, her red curls bouncing slightly. "Very well. Disrobe, and go kneel by the couch."

  Finally!

  As bad as he felt about not telling her the honest truth, they hadn't necessarily discussed their backgrounds yet. Nor was he in the mood to do so right this minute—as his body hovered on a sensual edge—to care about being completely honest with regards to his past. He craved his release, could already feel all the semen that had backed up in his balls, tightening his scrotum, urging him to do what came most naturally to him. Which was the exact opposite of what he could do. He'd love nothing more than to bend her over the couch and pound his cock inside her. Yet he had to relinquish control over to Lucy if he wanted to be with her at all.

  When Lucy threw the lock on the door and trailed over to the armoire as she stripped her blouse and jeans off, the sight of her bare flesh spurred him into action. He was nude and kneeling next to the white leather couch before she'd finished rifling through the toys in the armoire. She approached him, the heavy globes of her golden breasts swaying, and he bit back a groan. His cock stood at full attention, saluting her when she licked her lips as her gaze caressed his length.

  She moved the coffee table to the side, and dumped a selection of items onto it. Then she picked up Velcro restraints and approached him. He lost sight of her as she moved behind his back. He panted as she tapped each arm, moving each one into an over arm tied position, sliding the straps around his wrists. In this position, his arms were up, like he was being arrested. Then she went one step further and connected the Velcro straps by rope to another set of straps she affixed around his ankles.

  This left him at her mercy. He gritted his teeth as his arousal spiked.

  He sucked in a breath when Lucy pressed her front to his back. The feel of her breasts against him made his cock surge. Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his torso.

  "You've been a good sub, not complaining once, and wearing the plug like I asked." She bit his earlobe and he groaned.

  Then she stole his breath when she twisted the plug in his ass, his nerve endings exploding in pulse pounding desire. She thrust it in and out, pushing his body to the edge of climax. Her fingers left the plug; one hand snaked around his front, sliding around his dick, rubbing him, playing t
he head in an effort to drive him insane, while her other hand teased his perineum.

  "Come, Jesse," she whispered throatily in his ear.

  At her words, his body unclenched. He roared at the chain reaction detonating inside his body. Jesse trembled. His balls tightened, his cock jerked in her hand, and hot jets of come spurted. It coated his chest, dripping down the front of him. Tremors shook his body, the nerve endings in his ass electrified by his potent climax, adding to what was one of the best orgasms of his life. Shock replaced his lethargic satisfaction as Lucy moved around to his front, and began licking up every drop of cum from his chest. Bless her. He watched her mouth blaze a trail across his chest, stopping at each nipple to bite and lave it with her pink tongue.

  She nibbled her way up until her mouth hovered in front of his; desire lit up her blue eyes so that they shone like a crystal clear summer sky. Then her lips covered his and he tasted himself there. Amazingly enough, the taste of himself on her tongue re-stoked his banked fires and his shaft filled, wanting more of her deft touch.

  "I've got to say, I do like your powers of recuperation," Lucy murmured as she pulled back, running her fingers over his cock.

  She moved, standing up and walking behind him. The rip of packages opening set his body on edge. Then her fingers were at the plug in his rear. She slid it out, and he breathed a sigh of relief. His abdomen clenched as her fingers were back on his ass, parting the globes and running her fingers over his hole. She coated him with more lubricant and then inserted a thicker plug up his ass. His muscles repelled the intrusion.

  "Relax and push back for me," Lucy instructed.

  Jesse knew all about anal. It was one of his favorite methods. Only now, he was the one on the receiving end of things. He inhaled a deep breath and pushed back as he exhaled. The plug slid home with a slight pop as the muscles loosened and drew it inside. This one was longer and wider, making him sweat.

  The last one had been uncomfortable, setting his nerves on heightened alert. This new one straddled the line between pleasure and pain, leaning more toward pain. When Lucy moved back into his line of sight, he wondered what she had in store for him next. What he saw in her hands made him break out into a sweat. He had witnessed these in action in the clubs he had attended but never thought one would be used on him. It was called the gates of hell.